Be careful what you wish for… (part 2)
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Embarrassingly, it wasn’t till the next day that I grew worried. She usually would wake me if we missed each other, and the lack of responses to my texts amplified my concerns. When a call to her office revealed she had been there neither yesterday nor today, well…I panicked.
It took me almost a week to find her.
It was only luck that I did. Someone found her cell phone and called me, and when I asked them where they found it…
Well.
When I entered the strip club, I couldn’t imagine that I could be right. It was only then that I began to wonder with horror - could this…have something to do with that statue? It was impossible…it couldn’t have…
The first girl I described my wife to giggled and grinned.
“Oh, sure, we all know her! The new girl! She’ll be out on stage later, but she spends almost all her time in the back rooms.” Another giggle. “The way back room, mostly.”
Before I could ask her what that meant, or to plead that surely she must be wrong about the girl I described, the girl was drawn away by a man waving money at her.
Another series of questions led me to the back. But when I asked whether I could see a particular girl - a cute, nerdy girl with large breasts, and a broad smile, and a sweet laugh…and so smart…
Well, I was informed there was a girl here like that - except for the horrible laugh when I called her ‘smart’ - but she was busy. She was almost always busy. I could sign up for her waiting list if I liked…she’d be available in a few days.
Oh god - a few days!
Or…
Or, I could pay…an obscene amount of money to watch, with a different girl to entertain me. The way back room, where she spent her time, allowed for that…
So I handed over my money. And feeling sick, followed one of the girls back - she’d be happy to entertain me while I watched, she offered - to a dark doorway in a dark hallway…
When I entered the door, I was shocked at what I saw. Multiple guys and multiple girls, moaning loudly on the other side of the floor to ceiling two way mirror. Fucking and sucking….
And one…
Pressed up against the mirror…

The sound she was making - a loud, squealing, rhythmic grunt, filled with pleasure and pain and confusion and humiliation and so very, very much lust.
I tried to pretend the noises weren’t familiar. It couldn’t be her. The one thing my wife was more disgusted by than being with a girl was anything near that forbidden hole.
Then he shifted her back, and it became quite clear that the other, less forbidden hole had been well used too…

Dazedly, I asked the girl with me who that was…
“Oh, her? That’s the new girl. She’s the only one of us that will take it up the ass - she’ll pretty much do anything anyone asks though. She’s pretty popular - even with the other girls…”
Not daring to ask what that meant, I choked out: “Wh-what’s her name?”
“Oh, we don’t know,” the girl giggled, “She won’t tell us. She just calls herself ‘Slut’. But honey, I’m right here, too…”
With a pout at my divided attention, the girl slid a hand down the front of my pants and grinned up at me on finding me to be mortifyingly hard. It would be a couple more minutes before she abandoned me in disdain, taking me for just a voyeur.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl through the mirror. I couldn’t find an angle where I could see her face, just could hear her squeals as she came when the first guy came in her ass…loud, confused yelps of pleasure…until she pitched forward, shuddering and whimpering in exhaustion.
The guy pulled his cock from her abused rear hole, eliciting a shocked, shuddering squeal - of what sensation or emotion it was impossible to say. Then his friend stepped up, with a barked laugh.
“Thanks for loosening her up back there.”

The small whimpering chirps as the next guy worked his cock into the woman’s ass were confused - but when he growled a directive at her to help she levered herself up, spreading herself for him - and moaned loudly as he started to work his cock into her cum-slicked asshole.

The shocked, pleasured grunts went on for several moments until he ordered her to roll sideways, to make room for another of the men in the room…the sound she made this time was purely pleasure, as the guy took position at her other hole…

The woman’s screams of pleasure filled the room, still filled with a tinge of confusion and surprise, rising to a scream as the two men filled her holes…and her screams rose to breathy shrieks as they filled her with cum.
When they finally pulled out, leaving her on all fours - still frustratingly (mercifully?) faced away from the mirror - the woman knelt, shuddering and whimpering, immobilized by the aftershocks of her many orgasms…cumming again with a series of shocked squeaks as the second guy pulled out of her pussy…

She moaned and dripped while the guys high fived and chuckled down at the exhausted, well-used woman. Finally, she got shakily to her feet, starting to pull up her panties, her cunt still dripping with what was clearly much more than just one man’s cum…and I tried to pretend I didn’t know that lovely back…the curve of that ass…

“What are you doing, honey?”
“I - I’m sorry, sir?”
I heard her voice - that pathetic, servile, trembling voice, thick with lust and humiliation and confusion…and utter obedience - and I died a little inside. I still refused to believe…it couldn’t be…
“Turn around…let’s see that nasty pussy and ass of yours…”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
And turned.
And I stared into the pretty face of my wife for the first time in a week.
Her eyes were dull, those of a girl with little going on upstairs, beyond a faint look of confusion - though even now she panted slightly with obvious arousal. At another instruction, she leaned forward, her huge tits filling the mirror, tilting her abused ass and pussy back for a better view to her…clients.
“I’m gonna go again,” one of the guys said with a grin.
“In her pussy?“
“Oh, hell no - only Leon is nasty enough to fuck that after…how many other guys came in you tonight, honey?”
A flicker of utter horror crossed her face, and her eyes welled with tears. Her fingers twitched on the glass as her brow furrowed in…concentration?
“Um…M-more than five, sir? I - I h-have trouble c-counting more than that…”
I choked out a sob as the guys laughed.
“But we’re the first ones in your ass tonight?”
“Y-Yes sir. It c-costs more. The first time. I’ll be cheaper for the next group.”
I watched as the laughing guy moved behind her, grabbing her hips. Watched her pretty mouth open in surprise, her eyes flicker with horror even as she let out a shocked grunt as the guy slid into her ass once more, and began to fuck her. Her grunts began to match her wide eyes and open mouth - shocked and horrified at her obvious enjoyment of the use of her forbidden hole, her confusion slowly turning to the pure, mindless pleasure of a complete slut.
I touched my fingers to hers on the glass, eyes filled with tears, watching her huge tits bounce with each thrust…, knowing she couldn’t see me…

…knowing she couldn’t see my hard cock in my hand…couldn’t see how hard I came when she did, covering the mirror with my own cum, to match the continuing slow drip from her pussy and ass…
I’d like to say I didn’t cum again when the guy slid out of her ass with a slurp, when he told her to clean some of the cum from her pussy while she sank to her knees in front of him, when I watched her lick her slimy fingers clean, playing with her big tits and looking at the enormous cock that had just been in her ass with an expression of slutty delight…with no hint of my sweet, smart, shy wife in any part of her expression…

I’d like to say that I didn’t cum then…
The girls say she doesn’t leave the club. She rarely leaves that room. The owners are happy to have her stay there - not only because she just as enthusiastically pleasures them as anyone else…
But also because they often find on all fours her cleaning up after herself. And the other girls. Quite thoroughly.
In fact, one of the girls confided to me, most of the girls go to the back room often themselves, when otherwise unoccupied. Particularly if they’ve been…busy themselves. The first time she was back there with another girl, she got beneath her after the guy was done, and just started cleaning her out. Without even being asked!
Apparently she’s not very good with her mouth down there otherwise.
But she’s getting better.
I don’t know what else to do.
But at least I’m on the list now.
I guess I’ll see my wife again in a few more days…
Or…
Maybe I’ll come watch her again tomorrow…
Just once…
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