Chapter 2: Tide and Lust

Sin city was just as the name implied. An onomatopoeia of its truth. The most popular strip club in Manhattan. The room was dark with the neon glow of colored nights, red on the strip pool showcasing silhouettes of naked women.

Zara had arrived for her night shift as bar girl. She was olive-skinned, tall with brown eyes that pierced in its gazes.

“Here comes the queen” her boss teased. She was fat and looked worldly.

“I’m sorry ma’am, had a little crisis”.

“Bitch you shut the fuck up”.

“Ma’am”

She cut in again.

“I said you need to be ready to shut the fuck up”.

“What time is it?” she asked

Zara glanced at her phone.

“It’s past 8”.

“What time you supposed to be here?”

“Who you talking to Keisha?”. The top stripper who charged the highest price walked in and asked. Her name was Body, she was naked except for a thin strap thong suit. Her blue wig and outlandish lashes on her light skinned face. Her body overly curved with the obviousness of BBL surgery.

“Yea, bitch. “This whore be starting to grow some wings”, she said as Zara stood staring down, humbled.

“I said what time you supposed to be here?” she was screaming now.

“6pm” she said. She was teary.

Keisha glanced at Body and then glanced at Zara. A soundless glance that was loud in its communication. Body raised her face and slapped her. Hard and unrestraining. Zara held her chin.

“You put those clothes on and smile” said Keisha handing her a dress. “Don’t want any of our customers thinking we gat sad whores in here. I’m I right?”

“Yes ma’am” said Zara.

They echoed laughter and walked away. She went to the room to change. She was used to the bullying but had no choice considering her loyalty to Lyon, her savior, her Messiah.

Nat walked in. A cuban cigar on his lips. He led himself to the private strip room and sat on the velvet covered cushion, relaxing his arms wide as if it were his father’s parlor. Body came in with 2 busty, wide hipped half-naked girls.

“Hey, Nat” she teased. “You always be looking so fine, smoking hot” she said

He smiled. “Yea! bitch. You know after I fucked you a million uncountable times I got bored”. His smile changed to a charged grin.

“Now show me some fresh soup”

Body brushed off her humiliation.

“Dang! daddy you always fuck the shit out of me” she forced a smile.

The whores went to sit beside him. He dropped his cigar. Tore the thong of the one nearest to him leaving her breast exposed and began fingering her, his lips on her nipples. Then, he turned left and put his other finger in the hole of the other. Playing with both clits simultaneously.

He unbuckled his trousers. Body disappeared.

“You whores wash my dick” he commanded.

They all bent down, sucking his dick at the same time. The tongues gliding up and down, saliva mixed with heat.

He stood up and began fucking the mouth of one of them. He was rough. She tried to pull away but he dropped her hands down. Her face, red with veins. He fucked the two of them on the couch. They got jealous when it was no longer their turn to take his meat.   

Noticing their jealousy, he stopped midway fucking and ordered them to kneel, splashing his cum on their faces while they licked the remnants from him.

His dick was huge and black. Long and thick, like a heavy metal pole. The cap was pink with flesh. It looked humbling, destructive and irresistible.

Zara sat bored by the bar serving drinks. Nat came up.

“Turquoise gin” he demanded. The blue gin shimmered on the bottle.

She filled his shot. One more. Again and again until he had 5 shots.

“What you doing here all alone bored?”

“Doing my job” Zara said irritated by the question.

“You suppose to be gliding down my dick”

She paused, looked him over, stunned by his audacity. She shook her head and thought him one of the many drunk punks that tease her at Sin city every day.

“How much you worth?” he asked

“$100 for a short time. $150 for a night.

“You come over. I’d give you $500”

“I’m sorry I don’t take extra” she said.

“You joking right?”

“Nope” she said bluntly.

“What an honest whore you are. Beautiful, voluptuous and still got character. I’m

Nat”

“Zara”

They shook hands.

“I’m sorry I gatta go to the strip bar. My bartender shifts over”. She walked away. He held her back.

“Did I hear you say strip?”

“You heard right”

“All behind” he said.

At the strip pole, she was a tempting aphrodisiac. A silhouette, half naked beneath red and disco lights. He sprayed money on her as she glided down shaking her ass. She teased at the men gathered around her.

“Not here, she said. Let’s go to your place”. She said when Nat asked her for a quickie in the back.

Nat laughed. “Do as I say whore”

“Nigga what?” she repulsed. I could easily leave you here and you never see me again”.

“You wouldn’t dare”

“You think?”

As she walked away, he grabbed her arms again leading her to the private room.

“Get off me” she said,  struggling to break off from his tight manly hold.

He pulled down his pants and as she saw what firm, long, and huge beautiful snake that was beneath his legs, she bowed down and worshipped it.

“Wash my dick” he commanded

“Yes daddy!” she said.

Her blowjob was a 10. His eyes rolled in ecstasy. Her slippery throat job earned her the title “throat queen”. She forced her tongue on his cap, grabbing his warm balls, swallowing him whole. Her eyes rolled up as if hypnotized by the black mamba until he was jittering and released his seed in her mouth.

“You’re the first to make me cum in seconds” he remarked.

Zara smiled. “You’re the first to make me enjoy sex with a customer. Truly, you’re gorgeous beneath there”. She was indeed, hypnotized.

She wiped her mouth with an handkerchief.

“I think I feel you” he said, putting his two fingers on her lips, eyes more seductive now.

“Alright that’s all you get”, she said, taking his fingers off.

“You think?”

He raised her to the couch and fucked her mercilessly. She was too stunned by his dick to speak. They lay naked afterwards”.

“Come to my place”.

“No, i’m not” she teased.

He reached for his suit by the side of the bed and removed a wand of cash.

“You coming or nah?”

She already knew she was coming. The almighty Nat had jarred her, taken her to the sky and moon and 9 planets with his wood. Would she find strength to take him in again or perhaps simply collapse?