The Strip - Max

24 / Party of Six

WARNING - This chapter touches on abuse. I try not to glorify it or show it in too much detail so I hope it is still readable for most readers.

I woke up with the same lighter-than-air feeling that swept in when Dan asked me for a date. It carried me through the task of a quick change of address and lingered beyond my shift on the Monday after the party. I had started to believe in possibilities.

By the middle of Tuesday evening I was sliding back into my habits. The ones I had developed since my second night at The Strip. A few visits from regulars and a couple new assholes had me doubting my worth. Doubting that a date with Dan would end with a simple kiss goodnight, if it happened at all. Doubting there was a future for a girl like me, that included a man like him.

By Thursday evening I had completely fallen back into the gutter and was drowning in the sludge at the bottom. As promised, my two favorite assholes arrived, looking for their favorite whore, with four buddies to share the fun. And that whore didn't hesitate to accept the two-hour private with six men. I had done a few one-hour privates with two and three men in the past, and one with five and a second girl. I hadn't ever taken on six at once, alone for two hours. And even though the regulars were some of the least desirable of my clients, I felt a sense of excitement building within me as I guided the party of six up to the room.

I accepted that I would most definitely be swallowing a lot of cum. I would be taken raw, front and back, and called all sorts of nasty things for one hundred and twenty minutes. I expected some rough play. Some spanks and slaps. I accepted that I wasn't worthy of anything better; I deserved everything that would happen in that room. My little habit that formed to protect myself from emotional turmoil had become a state of self-loathing.

I started to recite the rules that I knew would be broken the minute they touched me. "Okay guys, settle in, there are a few rules. First, the private has to start with a show... and at one hour, I need to do another. And—"

"Fuck the rules, I wanna get inside this bitch," one of the friends said as he stepped towards me.

"Hey! It's more than a rule. It's the law. This ends now if it doesn't start with a show," Gina said as she carried in a round of drinks.

I continued with the rules about using condoms and the level of roughness that was allowed; that list of rules I had relaxed so many times for the original pair. The rules I was sure would be ignored and broken by the entire group that evening.

I started my show after Gina had left the room and was promptly interrupted as I teased my tight fitted T-shirt up my chest. "No! I'm ripp'n that fuck'n shirt off you," one of the friends belched as he rushed forward. I put my hand up to block his advance, but he easily swatted it aside. "Fuck the show bullshit!"

I stepped away and felt the thud of the dance pole against the back of my head as I backed into it. My retreat was blocked. My hands tried and failed to stop the man from grabbing the collar of my shirt. I felt the stitched seam dig into the back of my neck as his hands gripped and pulled, tearing the fabric. My words were even less effective in stopping the man. His hands pulled and released the shirt until it was nearly torn apart. He gripped my face in his fingers, leaned in and growled with breath that reeked of onion and vinegar, "Shut your fuck'n mouth, until my dick is in it, skank!" Finding a new grip at the bottom seam, he pulled and finished his task. My shirt was torn open and quickly yanked from my body.

My ten-minute show ended a minute after Gina had walked out of the room. The six men, like a pack of hyenas, were upon me. Their hands biting at my clothing, pulling and tearing until I was stripped bare. I was off my feet and carried from where they had started the meal, then dropped onto the leather sofa. Fingers pawed and probed. The sounds of belts and zippers being released were muffled under slurs and the sting of a slap across my face. A cock was forced into my throat while another broke into my vagina. Both forced into my body, raw, with angry and aggressive thrusts, and the repeated sting of an open hand striking exposed flesh.