My mind was still reeling from the events of the previous evening. Three of my friends from work actually got my wife to strip completely naked for them, and one actually had sex with her. My plan had worked well, until the cops showed up. The strange part is that while it was exciting watching my wife under the control of my three coworkers, it was even more of a turn on when I couldn't watch. My imagination went wild in the back of that police car, thinking about what might be happening. It was like an intense tease, a weird type of foreplay. When Jolene finally told me what had actually happened I was so turned on that when we fucked I came harder than I could ever remember. I didn't understand why I reacted that way, and it scared me a little.
At work I acted normally as if nothing had happened and the only thing my three friends had to say was that they were still amazed that I had actually hypnotized my wife and wished they could do the same to theirs. They said nothing about what happened after I left them alone with my wife, not that I expected them to. I listened for chatter and rumors around the office for the next few days, but it appeared that they had kept their mouths shut as they promised. I felt relieved at that and decided not to involve people from work in any more games with Jolene. It was just too dangerous.
At home our sex life was very active and satisfying at first. But after a week, then two, things began to cool off; the edge from Jolene's adventure with my coworkers wearing off. I tried to see if I could regain that edge by playing some less extreme games. One of the things I tried was having Jolene ride topless in the car while I drove down the highway. At first it was fun, but the excitement didn't last long, maybe a couple of days. So I tried to heat things up more my having her strip completely while I drove next to semi trucks. Again that was a thrill, but it faded quickly.
Next I tried an old standard: I ordered a pizza for delivery and had Jolene answer the door in a short robe with a loosely tied sash. As she handed over the money and reached for pizza she made sure that the robe fell open and ******* her naked body to the delivery boy. I watched from a hidden location as his eyes got big and his mouth fell open. Jolene pretended to fumble with both the robe and pizza, managing to actually drop the robe completely. Of course a smart person would have dropped the pizza instead, but then a smart person wouldn't have answered the door in only a robe. This was about exhibitionism and fantasy, not realism. Anyway, at that point after having given the delivery man an eyeful, she quickly ducked back into the house and slammed the door.
We had great sex after that, but the next day all we had was a cold pizza. It was then that I finally realized I wouldn't be satisfied with these little games; I needed something more daring. But what? I thought about going back to the bar and raising the stakes, but I couldn't go much further than I did last time without having her just strip naked right in the bar, and that would probably get her arrested. Besides, Jolene and I had to live in this town, so I couldn't risk sullying our reputations.
A few days later I was still thinking about this while watching the local news. They had a report on a protest against a proposal to allow a strip club to open in town. That's when it hit me; nudity in a strip club is normal, maybe even for the patrons. There weren't any in our town, but there was a larger city about a thirty minutes away that had a number of such establishments. I would need to do some research to select a suitable club, and I would need to make some small adjustments in Jolene's conditioning, but now I had a plan.
It took me a week to put my plan into motion. I had found a strip club that seemed to have a pretty relaxed policy on female patrons that wished to disrobe, at least partially. It was in a somewhat seedier part of town, but was clean inside and appeared to have good security. I had planted the idea in Jolene's mind that visiting a strip club would be exciting and that watching women strip would be a sexy turn-on. I also modified her "Shazam" trigger so that when it was used she would be inclined to follow suggestions if they were just asked in a polite manner. The use of the word "please" would still create a much stronger compulsion, of course, especially when repeated. Finally I added a new instruction that she was to get bitchy and resistant if someone was rude or physically abusive. I felt this was necessary to balance the other directives, especially given where we were going.
I thought about all this as we pulled into the parking lot of the strip club, making sure in my own mind that this was what I really wanted and was ready for it. I had not told my wife where we were going and when she realized that this was our destination, and what kind of place it was, she looked at me with a kind of expectant, questioning expression. I was nervous, but I tried to smile confidently. I just said "Let's go." And climbed out of the car.
Jolene was wearing a stretchy, clingy top that showed plenty of cleavage and a short skirt that barely covered her ass. Underneath that she had on a small pair of black thongs, but no bra. This wardrobe was at my insistence, so I allowed her to pick out the shoes. She had selected a semi-conservative dress shoe with a two-inch heel; for comfort she said. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. This was her night to show off.
I could feel the sexual tension between us rising with every step we took towards the club. The night was warm and a slight breeze teased Jolene's hair. The shape of her breasts were clearly visible under the thin top; the protruding nipples evidence of her arousal. Having never had children they had little sag and jiggled provocatively with each step. Ahead the neon sign flashed "Exotic dancers" and "Totally nude" in garish red light.
"You look incredibly sexy. This is going to be so much fun." I assured her. "Trust me, you are going to have a blast."
As we neared the main entrance I could hear the music throbbing from inside. When I opened the door it was almost deafening compared to the relative quiet outside. As Jolene stepped through the threshold I noticed how tight her ass was and how toned her legs were thanks to all the time she had been spending in the gym the last few months.
I paid my cover charge, which was waived for Jolene, and we made our way into the club. I found us a table a few rows back from the stage. My wife turned plenty of heads as we made our way there, despite the naked girl dancing on the stage. As Jolene was looking around, taking it all in, I flagged down a cocktail waitress and ordered us each a drink. With that done I settled into watching my wife; I was really interested in seeing her reaction to everything. After she was done checking out the club and the crowd she focused on the nude dancer. After studying her for a few seconds she turned and looked at me, her eyes twinkling devilishly.
"What do you think?" I shouted in her ear.
"Of what?"
"For starters, the dancer." I replied.
"She's OK, I guess, but I was expecting..." She trailed off, glancing at the stage.
"Expecting what?" I prodded, looking over at the nude form on the stage.
"Oh, I don't know, beauty maybe." She said. "She's just kind of plain looking."
I had to agree. The current dancer, while not homely, was definitely not pretty either, and her body was nothing to write home about either. To top it off she danced with a kind of indifference, almost mechanically.
"Maybe some of the other dancers will be better." I shouted back. Actually I knew they had better dancers since I had already spent some time at the place while I was checking out the clubs. Our drinks arrived and we both took a big slug; probably for the same reason: to calm jittery nerves. Soon after that the music ended and the dancer left the stage. She began circulating in the audience trying to convince someone to pay her for a lap dance, but there appeared to be no takers.
Jolene and I took the opportunity to chat a little in the relative quiet between the dancers. As we were talking I noticed her eyes wander to our left where a couple of clean-cut young men were just sitting down. She caught me watching her and quickly looked down. Was that a little bit of a blush I saw spread across her neck and face? I glanced back to my left for a moment. They appeared to be in their early twenties, short cropped hair, and in good shape physically. If I had to guess I'd say they were in the military.
Another song started and a new girl strutted out onto the well-lit stage. She was definitely much better looking than the last dancer, and was much more voluptuous. She was introduced as Vicki. Her costume was a cow-girl thing complete with a cowboy hat, an unbuttoned shirt tied at the bottom, Daisy Dukes shorts, and knee-length swede boots. Jolene seemed much more interested in Vicki and I wasn't surprised. What did surprise me was the the two men to our left seemed to be watching my wife as much as the dancer. I was having a hard time keeping an eye on everybody without making it too obvious.
Vicki didn't take too long getting down to her g-string. She had marvelous tits. They were at least D-cup size, maybe DD, with large areola and prominent nipples. From where I was sitting they looked completely natural with just the right amount of sag. Jolene finished her drink and tried not to make it look like she was not too interested in Vicki, but I think my wife was fascinated by her large tits and the way the bounced as she danced.
I flagged down the waitress and ordered us each another drink. While I did that I stole some glances at the military men to our left and caught them staring at my wife a couple of times. Things were getting interesting, yes indeed. When I looked back up to the stage Vicki had her back turned to the audience and was teasing it by sliding her g-string down over he ass, and then pulling it back up. After she had done that a few times she slowly and sensually pushed it all the way down to the floor. Now she was only wearing the hat.
When she turned around and revealed her pussy I could see it was completely shaved except for a small strip above the 'V', very much like I kept Jolene's pubic area. The rest of her routine was very good; Vicki was quite athletic and showed off her assets creatively and erotically. When the music ended, Vicki, like the girl before her, walked out into the audience to sell some lap dances. I had a feeling she would sell quite a few.
Our drinks arrived and I caught Jolene looking at the two men to our left again. I decided to turn things up again and leaned into her whispering "Shazam" in her ear. Then I told her to invite the two men to our table. I could see the wheels turning in her head and then she made eye contact with one of them and motioned with her hand to join us at our table. They readily accepted and introduced themselves as Jake and Randy.
We chit chatted for a little bit and I found out that they were in the Army and had recently returned from Iraq. Right now they were on a ten day leave and were visiting ****** near the city. They didn't have a date for the night, so they decided to come here. They were friendly guys, especially to my wife, not that I could blame them. In fact, I liked they way they looked at her.
Vicki finally made her way to our table and asked if anybody wanted a lap dance for twenty dollars. Jake and Randy exchanged a few muttered words between themselves.
"Yes." Jake said and handed her a twenty. "But not for me. For her." He pointed at my wife.
Jolene gasped and looked at him in surprise.
"Go ahead, it'll be fun." I intervened before she could refuse. "You'll see."
Vicki came around the table to Jolene's chair and looked down at her. My wife looked up, right into Vicki's bit tits.
"Like what you see?" Vicki asked in a sultry voice and shook her big boobs.
Jolene turned red with embarrassment and looked down. Vicki began dancing and pushing her tits into my wife's face. Jake and Randy cheered them both on. While this was happening I got up and pulled Jolene's chair out from the table. Vicki lost no time in sitting down on my wife's lap, facing away from her. After grinding her ass into Jolene's crotch for a while she turned around so that she was facing her. Vicki put her hand under Jolene's chin and brought her head up. As Vicki was gyrating on my wife's lap she lifted up her tits and rubbed them across Jolene's face. It was a very erotic sight for me and from the look on my wife's face and her increased breathing rate, I was guessing that she was enjoying it as well.
Vicki leaned forward and whispered something in Jolene's ear. My wife responded by nodding yes. Vicki reached down and lifted Jolene's top up ******** her bare tits. I almost gasped; this was unexpected, but I loved it. Vicki rubbed her tits across Jolene's, making her nipples even harder, if that was possible. As the dance neared an end Vicki leaned in quickly and placed a big kiss on Jolene's lips, leaving a surprised look on my wife's face. I really owed our new friends for that.
After Vicki climbed off her lap, Jolene just sat there for a few seconds, flushed and breathing hard with her tits still *******. Jake, Randy, and I just sat there looking at her with silly grins on our faces. Suddenly there was applause from a couple of the other tables around us. That snapped Jolene out of her reverie and she pulled her top back down. I hadn't even realized that she was giving a show to so many men; what a turn on!
"Shit, that was so hot!" Randy exclaimed.
"You're right about that, bro." Jake agreed.
Jolene was embarrassed by their remarks, but I could also tell that she liked it.
"You are one lucky son of a bitch, man." Randy told me. "If I had a sexy woman like that at home, with great tits like that, I'd have her topless all the time."
"I'm still thinking about them." Jake said as he looked right at my wife's tits.
"After such nice complements I think you should give the guys another good look at your tits, honey." I suggested to my wife.
She knew it was more than a suggestion and without hesitation pulled her shirt up over her tits, ******** them again in the crowded room.
"Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about baby!" Randy hooted. This got the attention of all the other tables near us and soon she had quite a few men commenting on how hot and sexy should looked. After a minute or so she lowered her top again.
"Do you really think I'm hot?" She asked Jake and Randy.
"Shit yeah!" Randy said.
"You're hotter than any of the strippers I've seen here so far." Jake informed her.
"Really? Don't you think Vicki was hot? I mean, she has bigger boobs than me." Jolene replied.
"Yeah, but size isn't everything. Yours are much nicer." Randy explained. "A sexier shape and hotter nipples."
"Oh you're just saying that to be nice." She said coyly and smiled at him.
"No, really." He insisted. "I'd much rather get a lap dance from you."
"Oh, I doubt that." Jolene demurred.
"Actually they have private little cubicles back over there" I pointed off towards the back of the place "just for private lap dances. They allow any couples to use them as long as you pay the twenty dollar fee." I explained. "I think if the guys are willing to pay the fee, you should give them the chance to prove it, Jolene."
"Absolutely! And I have a twenty right here." Randy said as he slapped a twenty down on the table.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Jolene replied.
"Please, I'll be a good boy." He begged. Bingo! He used the magic word.
"And I'll tag along to make sure he is." I added, although I really just wanted to watch. In fact, I was kind of hoping he would be a bad boy.
"OK, OK" She giggled. "Let's go."
The three of us walked back to the private area. The hired muscle there gave us the rundown: The man has to keep his clothes on and he can't touch the woman; he must keep his hands at his side or in his lap. The woman could only strip down to her panties; if she didn't have panties then she had to keep her pants or skirt on. The woman could touch the man, except for his genitals. They would get five minutes and they would be on camera the entire time, although he explained that they don't usually watch the entire performance; it was just there for spot checking as required by law.
When I tried to go back with them he informed me that only two were allowed in the cubicle at a time. I told him that I was her husband and just wanted to make sure her "friend" did not break any of the rules. He led me into a small locked room with a monitor and punched up the camera over the cubicle that Randy and Jolene were in. The view was directly overhead, which was optimal for watching something like this.
Randy was sitting in an armless chair, hands in his lap, palms up. This was actually pretty clever because when Jolene sat down he would be effectively holding her ass, but it wouldn't be a violation of the rules because technically she was touching him. As long as he appeared to remain passive he would probably get away with it, although I had no doubt he would take maximum advantage of it.
My wife danced briefly in front of him before taking off her top. It was very erotic watching her shake her bare tits at him, and at one point leaning over him and dangling them right in front of his face. After that he said something to her, but I couldn't tell what it was since there was no sound, only video.
Jolene backed off a step and started wiggling out of her skirt. Randy seemed mesmerized as she slid it down her shapely legs and dropped it on the floor. From the overhead camera I didn't have the best view of her snatch, but I knew what Randy was seeing. The thong was pretty small and barely covered her shaved muff. It was probably also wet with her juices by now, so it would look even hotter.
Now she began a sensual little dance where she not only gyrated her hips at him, but she began running her hands over her tits and down over her pussy. Randy was squirming in the chair a bit, obviously finding it hard to sit still while my sexy wife was just inches away strutting her stuff wearing only a skimpy thong. I even observed him adjust his pants to accommodate his stiffening cock.
Their time was about half over and I think Jolene sensed it because she turned around and sat down squarely on his lap. Her bare ass was in his hands and I don't have any doubt that he was squeezing her wonderful cheeks. For her part my wife wiggled and ground her ass into his lap, pushing back into his crotch as well. I'm sure that felt good on his engorged manhood.
After teasing him like this for about half a minute, Jolene stood up, turned around, and sat back down, fully astride him. Again she was sitting on his hands, but now as she ground into his erection it was with her pussy. She also began to rub her tits into his face; he had to look down and kind of hunch over for it to work, but it looked like he was more than willing. After a bit I noticed that her nipples appeared to sparkle like they were wet. At first I thought it was a trick of the light, but eventually realized that he was sneaking his tongue out when she ran her tits across his mouth.
By the end of the "dance" she was shamelessly dry-humping him and he was even thrusting back a little. I could tell that he was almost holding her up with is hands and had a good grip on her ass. But the music stopped and a little buzzer sounded to mark the end of their time in the cubicle. They both looked disappointed as Jolene climbed off of his lap and started to get dressed.
When they came out of the private area I could clearly see that the front of his pants were wet! I didn't know if this was leakage from him or my wife's juices; probably some of both. So far this night was turning out better than I had hoped.
On the way back to the table I notice a tall quiet guy sitting directly behind us. I was a little surprised to see someone there because I had not heard from him like some of the other tables around us. But I put him out of my mind; if he was not enjoying the show, fuck him.
After we were all seated again Randy bragged that he was right: Jolene was a fantastic lap dancer. He said he almost shot his load in his pants. Then Jake asked her for a private lap dance too, pulling out his own twenty. Jolene sighed and acted reluctant, but I knew better; she really enjoyed grinding on Randy's lap and wanted to do the same for Jake. From my point of view Jake was the better looking of the two, although they were both far from ugly. From the way that my wife had been watching them I think she agreed with my assessment.
So off we went back to the private area with me watching on the surveillance camera. Jolene stripped much quicker this time and was grinding on Jake's lap before the first minute was out. And just like Randy, he had his hands under her ass the entire time. Not only did she dry-hump him and rub her tits in his face, but she also kissed him deeply for a long time.
Near the end of the dance she stood up and rubbed her pussy in his face. She still had her thong on, of course, but it looked like it had been pulled up into her slit, so effectively she was using her bare lips. The guy monitoring told her to sit back down after a few seconds, but Jake's face by this time was shiny from her lubrication.
The song ended soon after that and again they both looked disappointed that it was over. When we returned to our table some of the men in the tables around us started asking for a lap dance too. Jolene laughed and said "maybe", but she had to go to the ladies room first.
After she sashayed towards the back where the restrooms were, Randy, Jake, and I high-fived each other and agreed that my wife was one hot bitch. Then a new act was announced: Kris. I was intrigued when large portable shower stall was wheeled out on the the stage.
"This could be good." I commented and both men agreed.
Kris was a beautiful blond with shoulder length hair and a killer body. She was clad only in a short robe, which she removed quickly once the music started. Then she started the shower and stepped inside. I've always found it erotic to watch a woman shower, and this time was no different. There's something really sexy about the way the water runs off their body and makes it glisten in the light.
But that was just the tease. Next she picked up a bottle of liquid soap, turned around and squirted a big gob of the bright green goo onto her back, right between her shoulder blades. It started slowly running down her spine, of course, as she undulated her body in time with the music. Her exaggerated hip motions caused the green liquid to alternately slow down and then speed up on it's journey down her back. Finally it rolled into the crack of her marvelous ass, following that heavenly canyon until it dripped erotically onto the floor.
It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen on a stage before. But it was about to get better, because then she turned around and squirted more green soap onto her chest. This time though, she ran a heavy line of the bright green liquid all the way across, so that it ran not only down between her tits, but over them as well. I was captivated watching it drip off her nipples and the undersides of those wonderful globes.
The small green river running across her perfect belly got my attention as well. We all watched with rapt attention as it flowed down and over her small pubic hair "landing strip" and onto her hot pussy. Just like her ass, it pooled into her slit and continued downwards until it dripped off the bottom of her cunt lips and onto the floor. Drip, splatter, drip, splatter.
For some reason the spell that Kris had me under broke and I realized that my wife had still not returned. I looked around, but I did not see her, so I decided that I had better find out where she was. In her current state of mind there was no telling what might happen. It didn't really register with me at the time, but the table behind us was now empty.
I walked back to where the restrooms were, but I didn't see Jolene anywhere. I knocked on the door to the ladies room and called out to see if anyone was in there, but received no answer, so I walked in. There was nobody in sight and the stalls were all empty. Now I was getting worried and started to cuss myself for not keeping a closer eye on my wife.
I walked out of the ladies room and looked around. I noticed the bouncer over by the private area and went over to talk to him.
"Hey, man, remember me?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. What do you need?" He responded.
"Have you seen my wife around?" I asked. "She went to the bathroom a little bit ago and now I can't locate her."
"Yeah, she went outside with some white guy." He answered, pointing towards a door I had not noticed before.
"Did she go willingly?" I asked with more urgency.
He gave me a wounded look. "What do you take me for? I wouldn't have let him drag her out. I even stopped them and asked her if she was OK. She said she was fine, so I let them go. Sometimes couples go out back to fuck, you know."
I had one last question. "How long ago was this?"
"I don't know, maybe ten or fifteen minutes."
Shit, they had a big lead on me. "OK Thanks." I said over my shoulder on my way out. The door had a dingy "EXIT" sticker on it and was not well lit; no wonder I had not noticed it before.
I found myself outside in an alley. I looked up and down the dark channel between the buildings, but I didn't see my wife. I did notice a wino sitting on the ground nearby. I approached him intending to ask if he had seen Jolene and which way she had gone when I noticed that he had something partially sticking out of his pocket. It looked out of place so I looked at it closely. It was black and delicate looking. Then it hit me: it was a pair of thong panties, just like the kind my wife was wearing.
"Hey, where did you get those?" I demanded to know, pointing at the underwear in his pocket.
He reflexively put his hand over them. "They're mine." He declared defensively.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to take them." I assured him. "I just want to know where you got them."
"I didn't steal them, if that's what you think."
"Look, I'm not a cop, I just want to know; did you get them from a sexy gal wearing a tight top and a short black skirt?"
He looked at me through slitted eyes. "Maybe. What's it to ya?"
I flipped out a twenty and dangled it in front of him. "Just tell me how you got them." I said.
He licked his lips as he looked at the twenty. "OK, I'll tell you. You're right, this skinny white guy and foxy lady come out of the titty bar back door. I sit here on Friday and Saturday nights because sometimes people come out into my alley to fuck, they get so hot watching the girls dance. Don't know why women go to titty bars, though. Pretty fucked up if you ask me."
"The panties." I reminded him.
"I'm getting there. Anyways, this couple comes out and when the man sees me they come over. Sometimes they wants an audience, so I just stay cool and maybe they'll feel sorry for me and give me some cash. So he asks the fox to show me her tits, and she does. Nice rack too. Then he asks her to lift her skirt and she does that too. I said I liked her undies, so he tells her to take them off and give them to me. I didn't think she would, but she stripped them right off and handed them over. She had a sweet cunt, shaved smooth and all. This gave me a woody and when the dude sees that he tells me that if I ask her nice like to give me a blow job that she might. I figure this is bullshit, but what the hell, know what I mean?" He stopped his narrative and looked at me. I just nodded and he continued.
"So I asks her real nice, but she shakes her head no, so I figure that's it, right? But the skinny dude tells me to say 'please', so I ask again if she will please blow me, and can you fucking believe it, she crouched down and sucked my cock like a pro. She had a great mouth, that one. Popped my cork too quick, but I sure as hell enjoyed it while it lasted. She swallowed it all too! Yeah, a real pro." He finished and grabbed the twenty.
My heart was beating fast now and I was worried what else this pervert was going to do with my wife. "Where did they go?" I asked.
He held out his hand and I peeled off another twenty.
"The went that way," he pointed down the alley, "and went into the pool hall door." He said. "It's about half way down."
I gave him the bill I was holding and headed quickly in the direction he had pointed. I looked at each door I came to looking for some indication that one was a pool hall. I had to find Jolene quickly; it was my fault she was in this mess. If anything happened to her I would never forgive myself.
About half way down the alley, just as the wino had said, I came across a door with the name "Al's Ballards" stenciled on it. I pulled on the handle and it opened with a squeak. I stepped inside the pool hall. It was well lit and reasonably clean looking. A little surprising for this part of the city. I looked around quickly but didn't see my wife.
I spied an older black man cleaning up around one of the pool tables and I walked over to him.
"Hi there." I addressed him.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" He asked.
"I'm wondering if you've recently seen a skinny white guy with a sexy looking woman wearing a short skirt." I queried.
"Sure have mister." He said carefully. "What's it to ya?"
I was really starting to get agitated. "She's my wife and I've got to find her before something bad happens." I said angrily.
"Oh shit, sorry man. Yeah, I seen her. She came in here with that white trash Daryl. I thought something was fishy, the way she looked and all." He said almost apologetically.
"What do you mean, the way she looked?" I asked.
"Her eyes were kind of glazed over, you know, like maybe she was drugged or something." He replied.
If only he knew it was more my fault than Daryl's, I thought. "So where is she?"
"I don't know." He answered.
"Well, what do you know?" I asked, exasperated.
"Hey, don't get mad at me man, I didn't do anything with your wife." He responded.
"OK, OK. Please just tell me what happened." I said apologetically.
"Well, when Daryl and your woman shows up Daryl asks if Tyrone is around. Now Tyrone is a brother, but a bad dude, if you know what I mean. Anyway I tell Daryl that Tyrone is in the back shooting pool with some of Daryl's white trash friends, so he heads back their with your lady. I'm kind of suspicious, see, so I follow them back and start cleaning a table nearby. I wasn't close enough to hear what they said, but I can tell you what I saw, yes sir, I can tell you that." He paused dramatically for no obvious reason.
"Go ahead." I prompted him.
"Well, that Daryl went right up to Tyrone and started talking to him. I could tell he was up to something, because he wasn't usually so bold around Tyrone. Like I said, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell they was talking about your lady because Tyrone kept looking at her. But whatever Daryl was saying Tyrone wasn't buying it because he said "Bullshit" loud enough for even me to hear it. But that skinny white-trash just smiled and said something to your woman. I about shit my pants when she lifted her top and showed those boys her nice titties. Tyrone was surprised, he was, but I guess he wasn't impressed because then Daryl said something else to the lady and she lifts up her skirt. Shit, she wasn't wearing anything underneath it either. Man she has a nice ass." He proclaimed.
I just looked hard at him.
"Oh, sorry man. Anyways Daryl and Tyrone take a couple of steps away and start negotiating for something. I can always tell when they doing that. Daryl kept shaking his head 'No', but after a while he agreed on a price. Then Tyrone pulled out a big wad of cash and peeled off a whole lot of bills and handed them over to Daryl. Then Tyrone left with your woman."
"What?" I shouted.
"Hey, he didn't force her; she went willingly. In fact, she was smiling. And besides, what could I do, I couldn't go up against Tyrone, Daryl and his posse." He explained.
"OK, OK. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." I apologized. "I'm just worried about my wife. Do you know where Tyrone went?"
"No, but Daryl does, and he's right over there." He said and pointed to a back room. "Good luck."
I walked into the back room. There was a single pool table in the small room with three young men around it. I looked at the tall one and recognized him as the guy that was sitting behind us at the strip club. "Are you Daryl?" I asked him.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" He answered in an arrogant tone.
I walked right up and stood in front of him. "Where's my wife?" I demanded.
"Ah, of course, you're Jolene's hubby. Well Tyrone has her now dude, but don't worry, he'll let her go when he gets tired of her -- in a few days!" He laughed.
"Tell me where Tyrone hangs out." I said, my voice dripping with venom.
"I don't have to tell you shit, dickless. Now get the fuck out of here before we kick your chicken shit ass." He threatened as his two friends approached me, one from the side and the other from behind.
I knew that I was in for a fight, and I had to win. This meant that I had to strike first and hard. I didn't care about Daryl's 'posse', but I had to keep him conscious. So I used a powerful side kick to take out the guy to my left. My foot struck him right in his breadbasket, taking the wind right out of him. This took them by surprise and I used that to my advantage to punch Daryl in the stomach. I knew the guy behind me was starting to react to my attacks so I tried to take him out with a spinning heel kick, but he blocked it with his forearm, probably because he had it up to grab me. Even so, he still closed the gap and tried to grab me. I didn't let him pull me down, I had too much practice in dirty-boxing to allow that. I threw a couple of shots to his body and then landed an elbow to the side of his head. That stunned him enough to allow me to get a good grip on him for a judo throw. He crashed right into Daryl, taking them both out for the moment.
Now the first guy I kicked was just recovering so I ran at him and jumped up hitting him with a flying knee right in on the chin. He was out before he hit the ground. I turned and kicked Daryl's other friend in the side of the head as he was trying to untangle himself from Daryl on the ground. That took all the fight out of him and he crawled under the pool table to hide. I grabbed Daryl as he tried to crawl away too and pulled him to his feet, putting him into standing kimora, a nasty arm/shoulder lock. If you know what you are doing, you can get out of this hold, but he didn't have a clue.
"Ow, you're hurting my arm, man." He complained.
"I'll tear it off and beat you with it if you don't take me to Tyrone." I hissed at him through clenched teeth and twisted his arm a little more.
"OK, OK, just don't break my arm!" He whined.
I let up the pressure on his arm a little. I looked around and saw the black proprietor looking at me in awe. I pushed Daryl out of the little back room and into the main part of the establishment. Then I got behind him and grabbed his belt.
"If you try to run or pull anything on me, I'll break your neck." I told him. "Do you believe me?"
"I'll take you to Tyrone, but you're on your own after that. He's a crazy bastard." Daryl answered.
"Just take me there." I snarled and pushed him out the front door.
He led me down the street for about a block and then around a corner. A block later he stopped and pointed to a bar on the corner. "That's where Tyrone and his posse hang out. Now let me go."
"Not just yet." I said as I studied the place from across the street. I doubted that Jolene was in the bar and even if she was I didn't want to just rush in the front. From my vantage point it looked like the building was quite deep, much more than you'd need for a corner bar.
"What's in the back?" I asked.
"Just offices and an old warehouse." Daryl answered.
"There must be a back door. Show me." I demanded.
"You can't get in that way, they have a security system." He objected.
"Don't worry about that, just show me." I barked. He walked around the corner and led me down an alley in back. About twenty feet off the street he pointed to a heavy steel door with a small set of stairs in front of it. Next to the door was a card reader for the security system.
"OK, give me your shoe laces." I ordered.
"What? Why?"
"Just do it or I'll break your legs." I snarled.
When I had his shoe laces I used them to tie him up to a electrical conduit attached to the building. "If I find my wife and get her out of there I'll come back and untie you, but if you were lying to me I'm coming back to start breaking bones." I told him.
"I didn't lie to you, this is Tyrone's place. I'm sure he brought her here." He whined.
"For your sake you had better be right." I warned and walked up to the door.
I had recognized the security system. It was made by a company I used to work for. These systems had a maintenance mode that was on by default from the factory and most installers were lazy and left it enabled. When this mode was enabled a specially encoded access card would open any door and I just happened to still have one of these cards. You never know when something like that could come in handy. I pulled the card out of my wallet and presented it to the reader. This was the moment of truth. If it worked the light would turn green and the door would unlock, otherwise it would flash red.
The green light came on and the lock disengaged with an audible click. I pulled the door open and slipped inside. I was standing in a short, dingy hallway illuminated by a bare 100 watt bulb hanging from the ceiling. I crept down the hall and found it took a 90 degree turn to the right. I followed it a little further and came out into a larger room that was stacked with old crates. This must be the warehouse that Daryl had mentioned. I could hear some sounds, maybe voices ahead so I kept moving forward, slowly.
As I emerged from the crates I saw something that will forever be burned into my memory. It was a bizarre scene but the most erotic I had ever seen in my life up until then. A corner of the warehouse had been emptied of crates. In their place were some chairs and leather benches around the periphery. On the one wall I could see clearly there were some racks and hooks containing items that might be more at home in a horse barn. There were whips, riding crops, ropes, and leather harnesses of different types. And there were some items that I couldn't identify immediately. The area was well lit, although I hung back in the shadows among the crates I had been moving through. There were a number of people present as well, but the one that had riveted my attention was my wife, Jolene.
She was buck naked and suspended above the floor by her arms and legs using ropes that went up to pulleys attached to the rafters. There were leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the ropes attached to the cuffs. Both of her hands were held above her head with a single rope, and there was a separate rope on each ankle such that her legs were bent back to the point where the heels of her feet were almost touching her ass. This forced her body into a posture where her chest and hips were thrust forward.
It didn't look particularly comfortable, but she wasn't complaining; she was moaning in pleasure. This was probably because a black man was standing behind her thrusting what looked to be a long thin cock into her pussy. There was also a black woman in a latex dominatrix outfit standing in front of Jolene alternately whipping her tits with a riding crop and licking them. I had never seen anything like it; I never even imagined that anything like it was possible. My cock got hard so fast that I became light-headed.
I knew I should stop it, but I couldn't move. My arms and legs felt like they were made of lead. My heart was hammering in my chest and my mouth was as dry as cotton as I watched my wife being brought closer and closer to the brink of a massive orgasm. The man had amazing discipline, keeping up a consistent pace without cumming. The woman was expertly working Jolene's tits and clit with her riding crop and tongue. I could tell that she wouldn't last long now; the telltale signs of her impending climax were apparent. First she started trembling, head to foot. Then her hips started jerking uncontrollably; weakly at first but building stronger as the assault on her sexually charged body continued. Finally her entire body went stiff and she moaned loudly, thrashing her head back and forth as she reached her climax. The man and the woman, however, continued their stimulation of my wife causing a series of spasms to rack her beautiful sweat-covered body even after her orgasm was done.
Shortly the man threw his head back, thrust his cock into my wife's pussy one last time, and groaned loudly. The dominatrix reached under Jolene and fondled his balls as he shot his cum deep into her womb. I was very glad she was on the pill. After he was empty he withdrew his cock quickly and even from where I was I could see his jism pour out of her cunt, leaving a puddle on the floor. I couldn't believe that someone could cum that much. Maybe some of it was Jolene's lubrication mixed in too, but it was still an amazing sight.
Even though my wife was in pretty good shape I could see she was starting to cramp from that suspended position, and perhaps her captors did as well because they lowered her down onto a bench that they had just pushed under her. That's when I noticed a guy with a video camera coming in for a closeup of her dripping pussy. In fact, when I looked around I saw a couple of other cameras on tripods off to the sides. Shit! They were recording this, probably for sale on the Internet. Somehow I had to stop this now.
I peeked around the crates I was hiding behind and saw a couple of other nude black guys, waiting for their turn with my apparently compliant wife. Then in the other direction I saw another big dude that looked like a body guard. I had to take him out first if I was going to rescue my wife. I used the crates to sneak up on the guard, circling around him. Over his shoulder I could see the dominatrix in a sixty-nine with Jolene, keeping him and everyone else distracted.
When I was in position I slipped my arm around his neck and cinched in a perfect rear-naked choke. He went limp in seconds, demonstrating the power of a blood-choke. I left the choke on for a few seconds longer than I would in the gym because I wanted him out for a while and lowered him quietly to the floor. I frisked him and not surprisingly found a hand-gun; a Glock G-19 nine-millimeter semi-automatic, to be precise. I was very familiar with this weapon. I owned one myself. I quickly checked the clip; it was full.
I stepped out into the light. "OK, that's enough!" I shouted, making sure they saw the pistol. "Nobody move." Even I winced at the cliché.
They all looked at me like deer in the headlights. I waved the pistol in what I hoped was a menacing fashion at the three naked men. "Get down on the floor and put your hands over your heads or I'll kill every one of you bastards!" I screamed. I almost called them 'fuckers', but I caught myself in time. I wanted them scared, not laughing at a stupid unintended joke. Two of them laid down so fast that it almost looked like I had shot them, but not the third one. Tyrone, I guessed.
"I mean it!" I said with as much authority as I could and pulled back the slide on the Glock to chamber a round, but Tyrone just smiled at me. That's when I saw Jolene's eyes go wide out of the corner of my vision, but before she could warn me I felt someone grab me from behind. It must be the guard; I must not have choked him long enough and he came to.
He wrapped both of his arms around my upper arms, pinning them to my body. He tried to crush me hard enough to make me drop the gun, and although he was strong I didn't let go of the pistol. Tyrone seized the moment and rushed towards us. I couldn't let him reach me, and although I couldn't really aim very well I still squeezed off two rounds in his general direction. The sound in the small warehouse was deafening. I saw Tyrone dive for the floor, but I didn't know if I had hit him or not because the guard spun me around in an effort to keep me from shooting at his boss. In the process he also managed trip me and we fell to the ground in a tangle.
The pistol went spinning away, but I didn't need it, I was a good wrestler and a purple belt in Jujitsu. As we hit the floor I was already scrambling for position. He was strong, I'll give him that, but he was outclassed in grappling and soon I had him in an arm-bar. Normally in the gym an opponent would tap at this point admitting defeat and I'd let up before breaking his arm, so it was a strange feeling when the guards arm snapped. He howled in pain and anger, which I rewarded with a vicious elbow to the face and a heel to the ribs. I think that heel may have cracked one of his ribs because he curled up into a ball and stopped trying to fight me.
I sprung up and looked around for the pistol. It was about ten feet away and Tyrone was crawling towards it. I ran over and easily got to it before he did. When I pointed the weapon at him he stopped and just glared at me menacingly while holding his leg. It looks like wounded him with one of my shots, but it didn't look life threatening. I looked over to where I had last seen my wife. The dominatrix was sprawled out on the floor, out cold it looked like. Jolene was holding a police baton and standing over the other two men, one of which looked pretty beat up. The other one was just cowering in fear. It looked like that self-defense training had really come in handy.
I knew we didn't have much time, someone will have heard those shots. So while Jolene got dressed I grabbed all the tapes out of the video cameras and warned them that anybody that followed us would get shot. Then I led Jolene quickly out the way I had come. When we got outside I cut Daryl loose and also warned him about following us, waving the Glock in his face. He ran out of the alley in one direction while we went in the other.
I was a little turned around because of the strange way I had gotten there, but after a few wrong turns we managed to get back to the strip club and our car. I'm telling you I got out of there as fast as I could without getting into an accident or attracting the attention of the police. A few miles away I stopped by a big dumpster and threw in the pistol after wiping it clean and removing the clip. It was probably stolen and I didn't want to have any more to do with it.
We drove in silence for a while and then Jolene started crying. I pulled her to me and held her tight.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." I said.
"It's not your fault," she sobbed, "it's mine. I should never have gone with Daryl. I shouldn't have listened to him."
"No, I should never taken you to that place, and for sure I should never have taken my eyes off of you once we were there." I countered. "You just acted the way I've been asking you to, the way I like it. It was that creep Daryl that took advantage of the situation, but I should have been protecting you, so it's his fault and mine, but not yours."
She clung to me for the rest of the trip telling me how much she loved me. I felt so bad because I knew it was mostly my fault for conditioning her the way I did and then letting her loose in a place full of horned-up men. That wasn't the worst part, though. Despite everything that had happened, I am ashamed to admit I was still extremely turned on. I wrestled with these conflicting feelings all the way home, but eventually resolved to remove the "Shazam" trigger. It was just too dangerous.
When we got home I put Jolene under and started the long process of removing the trigger. Something like this really couldn't be removed, but it could be buried deeply. It would take a number of additional sessions over the next week or so, but I was determined to bury it so deep that it would be impossible to recover it or create a similar one. There would be no more adventures like the one we just had, of that I was sure.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
At work I acted normally as if nothing had happened and the only thing my three friends had to say was that they were still amazed that I had actually hypnotized my wife and wished they could do the same to theirs. They said nothing about what happened after I left them alone with my wife, not that I expected them to. I listened for chatter and rumors around the office for the next few days, but it appeared that they had kept their mouths shut as they promised. I felt relieved at that and decided not to involve people from work in any more games with Jolene. It was just too dangerous.
At home our sex life was very active and satisfying at first. But after a week, then two, things began to cool off; the edge from Jolene's adventure with my coworkers wearing off. I tried to see if I could regain that edge by playing some less extreme games. One of the things I tried was having Jolene ride topless in the car while I drove down the highway. At first it was fun, but the excitement didn't last long, maybe a couple of days. So I tried to heat things up more my having her strip completely while I drove next to semi trucks. Again that was a thrill, but it faded quickly.
Next I tried an old standard: I ordered a pizza for delivery and had Jolene answer the door in a short robe with a loosely tied sash. As she handed over the money and reached for pizza she made sure that the robe fell open and ******* her naked body to the delivery boy. I watched from a hidden location as his eyes got big and his mouth fell open. Jolene pretended to fumble with both the robe and pizza, managing to actually drop the robe completely. Of course a smart person would have dropped the pizza instead, but then a smart person wouldn't have answered the door in only a robe. This was about exhibitionism and fantasy, not realism. Anyway, at that point after having given the delivery man an eyeful, she quickly ducked back into the house and slammed the door.
We had great sex after that, but the next day all we had was a cold pizza. It was then that I finally realized I wouldn't be satisfied with these little games; I needed something more daring. But what? I thought about going back to the bar and raising the stakes, but I couldn't go much further than I did last time without having her just strip naked right in the bar, and that would probably get her arrested. Besides, Jolene and I had to live in this town, so I couldn't risk sullying our reputations.
A few days later I was still thinking about this while watching the local news. They had a report on a protest against a proposal to allow a strip club to open in town. That's when it hit me; nudity in a strip club is normal, maybe even for the patrons. There weren't any in our town, but there was a larger city about a thirty minutes away that had a number of such establishments. I would need to do some research to select a suitable club, and I would need to make some small adjustments in Jolene's conditioning, but now I had a plan.
It took me a week to put my plan into motion. I had found a strip club that seemed to have a pretty relaxed policy on female patrons that wished to disrobe, at least partially. It was in a somewhat seedier part of town, but was clean inside and appeared to have good security. I had planted the idea in Jolene's mind that visiting a strip club would be exciting and that watching women strip would be a sexy turn-on. I also modified her "Shazam" trigger so that when it was used she would be inclined to follow suggestions if they were just asked in a polite manner. The use of the word "please" would still create a much stronger compulsion, of course, especially when repeated. Finally I added a new instruction that she was to get bitchy and resistant if someone was rude or physically abusive. I felt this was necessary to balance the other directives, especially given where we were going.
I thought about all this as we pulled into the parking lot of the strip club, making sure in my own mind that this was what I really wanted and was ready for it. I had not told my wife where we were going and when she realized that this was our destination, and what kind of place it was, she looked at me with a kind of expectant, questioning expression. I was nervous, but I tried to smile confidently. I just said "Let's go." And climbed out of the car.
Jolene was wearing a stretchy, clingy top that showed plenty of cleavage and a short skirt that barely covered her ass. Underneath that she had on a small pair of black thongs, but no bra. This wardrobe was at my insistence, so I allowed her to pick out the shoes. She had selected a semi-conservative dress shoe with a two-inch heel; for comfort she said. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. This was her night to show off.
I could feel the sexual tension between us rising with every step we took towards the club. The night was warm and a slight breeze teased Jolene's hair. The shape of her breasts were clearly visible under the thin top; the protruding nipples evidence of her arousal. Having never had children they had little sag and jiggled provocatively with each step. Ahead the neon sign flashed "Exotic dancers" and "Totally nude" in garish red light.
"You look incredibly sexy. This is going to be so much fun." I assured her. "Trust me, you are going to have a blast."
As we neared the main entrance I could hear the music throbbing from inside. When I opened the door it was almost deafening compared to the relative quiet outside. As Jolene stepped through the threshold I noticed how tight her ass was and how toned her legs were thanks to all the time she had been spending in the gym the last few months.
I paid my cover charge, which was waived for Jolene, and we made our way into the club. I found us a table a few rows back from the stage. My wife turned plenty of heads as we made our way there, despite the naked girl dancing on the stage. As Jolene was looking around, taking it all in, I flagged down a cocktail waitress and ordered us each a drink. With that done I settled into watching my wife; I was really interested in seeing her reaction to everything. After she was done checking out the club and the crowd she focused on the nude dancer. After studying her for a few seconds she turned and looked at me, her eyes twinkling devilishly.
"What do you think?" I shouted in her ear.
"Of what?"
"For starters, the dancer." I replied.
"She's OK, I guess, but I was expecting..." She trailed off, glancing at the stage.
"Expecting what?" I prodded, looking over at the nude form on the stage.
"Oh, I don't know, beauty maybe." She said. "She's just kind of plain looking."
I had to agree. The current dancer, while not homely, was definitely not pretty either, and her body was nothing to write home about either. To top it off she danced with a kind of indifference, almost mechanically.
"Maybe some of the other dancers will be better." I shouted back. Actually I knew they had better dancers since I had already spent some time at the place while I was checking out the clubs. Our drinks arrived and we both took a big slug; probably for the same reason: to calm jittery nerves. Soon after that the music ended and the dancer left the stage. She began circulating in the audience trying to convince someone to pay her for a lap dance, but there appeared to be no takers.
Jolene and I took the opportunity to chat a little in the relative quiet between the dancers. As we were talking I noticed her eyes wander to our left where a couple of clean-cut young men were just sitting down. She caught me watching her and quickly looked down. Was that a little bit of a blush I saw spread across her neck and face? I glanced back to my left for a moment. They appeared to be in their early twenties, short cropped hair, and in good shape physically. If I had to guess I'd say they were in the military.
Another song started and a new girl strutted out onto the well-lit stage. She was definitely much better looking than the last dancer, and was much more voluptuous. She was introduced as Vicki. Her costume was a cow-girl thing complete with a cowboy hat, an unbuttoned shirt tied at the bottom, Daisy Dukes shorts, and knee-length swede boots. Jolene seemed much more interested in Vicki and I wasn't surprised. What did surprise me was the the two men to our left seemed to be watching my wife as much as the dancer. I was having a hard time keeping an eye on everybody without making it too obvious.
Vicki didn't take too long getting down to her g-string. She had marvelous tits. They were at least D-cup size, maybe DD, with large areola and prominent nipples. From where I was sitting they looked completely natural with just the right amount of sag. Jolene finished her drink and tried not to make it look like she was not too interested in Vicki, but I think my wife was fascinated by her large tits and the way the bounced as she danced.
I flagged down the waitress and ordered us each another drink. While I did that I stole some glances at the military men to our left and caught them staring at my wife a couple of times. Things were getting interesting, yes indeed. When I looked back up to the stage Vicki had her back turned to the audience and was teasing it by sliding her g-string down over he ass, and then pulling it back up. After she had done that a few times she slowly and sensually pushed it all the way down to the floor. Now she was only wearing the hat.
When she turned around and revealed her pussy I could see it was completely shaved except for a small strip above the 'V', very much like I kept Jolene's pubic area. The rest of her routine was very good; Vicki was quite athletic and showed off her assets creatively and erotically. When the music ended, Vicki, like the girl before her, walked out into the audience to sell some lap dances. I had a feeling she would sell quite a few.
Our drinks arrived and I caught Jolene looking at the two men to our left again. I decided to turn things up again and leaned into her whispering "Shazam" in her ear. Then I told her to invite the two men to our table. I could see the wheels turning in her head and then she made eye contact with one of them and motioned with her hand to join us at our table. They readily accepted and introduced themselves as Jake and Randy.
We chit chatted for a little bit and I found out that they were in the Army and had recently returned from Iraq. Right now they were on a ten day leave and were visiting ****** near the city. They didn't have a date for the night, so they decided to come here. They were friendly guys, especially to my wife, not that I could blame them. In fact, I liked they way they looked at her.
Vicki finally made her way to our table and asked if anybody wanted a lap dance for twenty dollars. Jake and Randy exchanged a few muttered words between themselves.
"Yes." Jake said and handed her a twenty. "But not for me. For her." He pointed at my wife.
Jolene gasped and looked at him in surprise.
"Go ahead, it'll be fun." I intervened before she could refuse. "You'll see."
Vicki came around the table to Jolene's chair and looked down at her. My wife looked up, right into Vicki's bit tits.
"Like what you see?" Vicki asked in a sultry voice and shook her big boobs.
Jolene turned red with embarrassment and looked down. Vicki began dancing and pushing her tits into my wife's face. Jake and Randy cheered them both on. While this was happening I got up and pulled Jolene's chair out from the table. Vicki lost no time in sitting down on my wife's lap, facing away from her. After grinding her ass into Jolene's crotch for a while she turned around so that she was facing her. Vicki put her hand under Jolene's chin and brought her head up. As Vicki was gyrating on my wife's lap she lifted up her tits and rubbed them across Jolene's face. It was a very erotic sight for me and from the look on my wife's face and her increased breathing rate, I was guessing that she was enjoying it as well.
Vicki leaned forward and whispered something in Jolene's ear. My wife responded by nodding yes. Vicki reached down and lifted Jolene's top up ******** her bare tits. I almost gasped; this was unexpected, but I loved it. Vicki rubbed her tits across Jolene's, making her nipples even harder, if that was possible. As the dance neared an end Vicki leaned in quickly and placed a big kiss on Jolene's lips, leaving a surprised look on my wife's face. I really owed our new friends for that.
After Vicki climbed off her lap, Jolene just sat there for a few seconds, flushed and breathing hard with her tits still *******. Jake, Randy, and I just sat there looking at her with silly grins on our faces. Suddenly there was applause from a couple of the other tables around us. That snapped Jolene out of her reverie and she pulled her top back down. I hadn't even realized that she was giving a show to so many men; what a turn on!
"Shit, that was so hot!" Randy exclaimed.
"You're right about that, bro." Jake agreed.
Jolene was embarrassed by their remarks, but I could also tell that she liked it.
"You are one lucky son of a bitch, man." Randy told me. "If I had a sexy woman like that at home, with great tits like that, I'd have her topless all the time."
"I'm still thinking about them." Jake said as he looked right at my wife's tits.
"After such nice complements I think you should give the guys another good look at your tits, honey." I suggested to my wife.
She knew it was more than a suggestion and without hesitation pulled her shirt up over her tits, ******** them again in the crowded room.
"Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about baby!" Randy hooted. This got the attention of all the other tables near us and soon she had quite a few men commenting on how hot and sexy should looked. After a minute or so she lowered her top again.
"Do you really think I'm hot?" She asked Jake and Randy.
"Shit yeah!" Randy said.
"You're hotter than any of the strippers I've seen here so far." Jake informed her.
"Really? Don't you think Vicki was hot? I mean, she has bigger boobs than me." Jolene replied.
"Yeah, but size isn't everything. Yours are much nicer." Randy explained. "A sexier shape and hotter nipples."
"Oh you're just saying that to be nice." She said coyly and smiled at him.
"No, really." He insisted. "I'd much rather get a lap dance from you."
"Oh, I doubt that." Jolene demurred.
"Actually they have private little cubicles back over there" I pointed off towards the back of the place "just for private lap dances. They allow any couples to use them as long as you pay the twenty dollar fee." I explained. "I think if the guys are willing to pay the fee, you should give them the chance to prove it, Jolene."
"Absolutely! And I have a twenty right here." Randy said as he slapped a twenty down on the table.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Jolene replied.
"Please, I'll be a good boy." He begged. Bingo! He used the magic word.
"And I'll tag along to make sure he is." I added, although I really just wanted to watch. In fact, I was kind of hoping he would be a bad boy.
"OK, OK" She giggled. "Let's go."
The three of us walked back to the private area. The hired muscle there gave us the rundown: The man has to keep his clothes on and he can't touch the woman; he must keep his hands at his side or in his lap. The woman could only strip down to her panties; if she didn't have panties then she had to keep her pants or skirt on. The woman could touch the man, except for his genitals. They would get five minutes and they would be on camera the entire time, although he explained that they don't usually watch the entire performance; it was just there for spot checking as required by law.
When I tried to go back with them he informed me that only two were allowed in the cubicle at a time. I told him that I was her husband and just wanted to make sure her "friend" did not break any of the rules. He led me into a small locked room with a monitor and punched up the camera over the cubicle that Randy and Jolene were in. The view was directly overhead, which was optimal for watching something like this.
Randy was sitting in an armless chair, hands in his lap, palms up. This was actually pretty clever because when Jolene sat down he would be effectively holding her ass, but it wouldn't be a violation of the rules because technically she was touching him. As long as he appeared to remain passive he would probably get away with it, although I had no doubt he would take maximum advantage of it.
My wife danced briefly in front of him before taking off her top. It was very erotic watching her shake her bare tits at him, and at one point leaning over him and dangling them right in front of his face. After that he said something to her, but I couldn't tell what it was since there was no sound, only video.
Jolene backed off a step and started wiggling out of her skirt. Randy seemed mesmerized as she slid it down her shapely legs and dropped it on the floor. From the overhead camera I didn't have the best view of her snatch, but I knew what Randy was seeing. The thong was pretty small and barely covered her shaved muff. It was probably also wet with her juices by now, so it would look even hotter.
Now she began a sensual little dance where she not only gyrated her hips at him, but she began running her hands over her tits and down over her pussy. Randy was squirming in the chair a bit, obviously finding it hard to sit still while my sexy wife was just inches away strutting her stuff wearing only a skimpy thong. I even observed him adjust his pants to accommodate his stiffening cock.
Their time was about half over and I think Jolene sensed it because she turned around and sat down squarely on his lap. Her bare ass was in his hands and I don't have any doubt that he was squeezing her wonderful cheeks. For her part my wife wiggled and ground her ass into his lap, pushing back into his crotch as well. I'm sure that felt good on his engorged manhood.
After teasing him like this for about half a minute, Jolene stood up, turned around, and sat back down, fully astride him. Again she was sitting on his hands, but now as she ground into his erection it was with her pussy. She also began to rub her tits into his face; he had to look down and kind of hunch over for it to work, but it looked like he was more than willing. After a bit I noticed that her nipples appeared to sparkle like they were wet. At first I thought it was a trick of the light, but eventually realized that he was sneaking his tongue out when she ran her tits across his mouth.
By the end of the "dance" she was shamelessly dry-humping him and he was even thrusting back a little. I could tell that he was almost holding her up with is hands and had a good grip on her ass. But the music stopped and a little buzzer sounded to mark the end of their time in the cubicle. They both looked disappointed as Jolene climbed off of his lap and started to get dressed.
When they came out of the private area I could clearly see that the front of his pants were wet! I didn't know if this was leakage from him or my wife's juices; probably some of both. So far this night was turning out better than I had hoped.
On the way back to the table I notice a tall quiet guy sitting directly behind us. I was a little surprised to see someone there because I had not heard from him like some of the other tables around us. But I put him out of my mind; if he was not enjoying the show, fuck him.
After we were all seated again Randy bragged that he was right: Jolene was a fantastic lap dancer. He said he almost shot his load in his pants. Then Jake asked her for a private lap dance too, pulling out his own twenty. Jolene sighed and acted reluctant, but I knew better; she really enjoyed grinding on Randy's lap and wanted to do the same for Jake. From my point of view Jake was the better looking of the two, although they were both far from ugly. From the way that my wife had been watching them I think she agreed with my assessment.
So off we went back to the private area with me watching on the surveillance camera. Jolene stripped much quicker this time and was grinding on Jake's lap before the first minute was out. And just like Randy, he had his hands under her ass the entire time. Not only did she dry-hump him and rub her tits in his face, but she also kissed him deeply for a long time.
Near the end of the dance she stood up and rubbed her pussy in his face. She still had her thong on, of course, but it looked like it had been pulled up into her slit, so effectively she was using her bare lips. The guy monitoring told her to sit back down after a few seconds, but Jake's face by this time was shiny from her lubrication.
The song ended soon after that and again they both looked disappointed that it was over. When we returned to our table some of the men in the tables around us started asking for a lap dance too. Jolene laughed and said "maybe", but she had to go to the ladies room first.
After she sashayed towards the back where the restrooms were, Randy, Jake, and I high-fived each other and agreed that my wife was one hot bitch. Then a new act was announced: Kris. I was intrigued when large portable shower stall was wheeled out on the the stage.
"This could be good." I commented and both men agreed.
Kris was a beautiful blond with shoulder length hair and a killer body. She was clad only in a short robe, which she removed quickly once the music started. Then she started the shower and stepped inside. I've always found it erotic to watch a woman shower, and this time was no different. There's something really sexy about the way the water runs off their body and makes it glisten in the light.
But that was just the tease. Next she picked up a bottle of liquid soap, turned around and squirted a big gob of the bright green goo onto her back, right between her shoulder blades. It started slowly running down her spine, of course, as she undulated her body in time with the music. Her exaggerated hip motions caused the green liquid to alternately slow down and then speed up on it's journey down her back. Finally it rolled into the crack of her marvelous ass, following that heavenly canyon until it dripped erotically onto the floor.
It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen on a stage before. But it was about to get better, because then she turned around and squirted more green soap onto her chest. This time though, she ran a heavy line of the bright green liquid all the way across, so that it ran not only down between her tits, but over them as well. I was captivated watching it drip off her nipples and the undersides of those wonderful globes.
The small green river running across her perfect belly got my attention as well. We all watched with rapt attention as it flowed down and over her small pubic hair "landing strip" and onto her hot pussy. Just like her ass, it pooled into her slit and continued downwards until it dripped off the bottom of her cunt lips and onto the floor. Drip, splatter, drip, splatter.
For some reason the spell that Kris had me under broke and I realized that my wife had still not returned. I looked around, but I did not see her, so I decided that I had better find out where she was. In her current state of mind there was no telling what might happen. It didn't really register with me at the time, but the table behind us was now empty.
I walked back to where the restrooms were, but I didn't see Jolene anywhere. I knocked on the door to the ladies room and called out to see if anyone was in there, but received no answer, so I walked in. There was nobody in sight and the stalls were all empty. Now I was getting worried and started to cuss myself for not keeping a closer eye on my wife.
I walked out of the ladies room and looked around. I noticed the bouncer over by the private area and went over to talk to him.
"Hey, man, remember me?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. What do you need?" He responded.
"Have you seen my wife around?" I asked. "She went to the bathroom a little bit ago and now I can't locate her."
"Yeah, she went outside with some white guy." He answered, pointing towards a door I had not noticed before.
"Did she go willingly?" I asked with more urgency.
He gave me a wounded look. "What do you take me for? I wouldn't have let him drag her out. I even stopped them and asked her if she was OK. She said she was fine, so I let them go. Sometimes couples go out back to fuck, you know."
I had one last question. "How long ago was this?"
"I don't know, maybe ten or fifteen minutes."
Shit, they had a big lead on me. "OK Thanks." I said over my shoulder on my way out. The door had a dingy "EXIT" sticker on it and was not well lit; no wonder I had not noticed it before.
I found myself outside in an alley. I looked up and down the dark channel between the buildings, but I didn't see my wife. I did notice a wino sitting on the ground nearby. I approached him intending to ask if he had seen Jolene and which way she had gone when I noticed that he had something partially sticking out of his pocket. It looked out of place so I looked at it closely. It was black and delicate looking. Then it hit me: it was a pair of thong panties, just like the kind my wife was wearing.
"Hey, where did you get those?" I demanded to know, pointing at the underwear in his pocket.
He reflexively put his hand over them. "They're mine." He declared defensively.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to take them." I assured him. "I just want to know where you got them."
"I didn't steal them, if that's what you think."
"Look, I'm not a cop, I just want to know; did you get them from a sexy gal wearing a tight top and a short black skirt?"
He looked at me through slitted eyes. "Maybe. What's it to ya?"
I flipped out a twenty and dangled it in front of him. "Just tell me how you got them." I said.
He licked his lips as he looked at the twenty. "OK, I'll tell you. You're right, this skinny white guy and foxy lady come out of the titty bar back door. I sit here on Friday and Saturday nights because sometimes people come out into my alley to fuck, they get so hot watching the girls dance. Don't know why women go to titty bars, though. Pretty fucked up if you ask me."
"The panties." I reminded him.
"I'm getting there. Anyways, this couple comes out and when the man sees me they come over. Sometimes they wants an audience, so I just stay cool and maybe they'll feel sorry for me and give me some cash. So he asks the fox to show me her tits, and she does. Nice rack too. Then he asks her to lift her skirt and she does that too. I said I liked her undies, so he tells her to take them off and give them to me. I didn't think she would, but she stripped them right off and handed them over. She had a sweet cunt, shaved smooth and all. This gave me a woody and when the dude sees that he tells me that if I ask her nice like to give me a blow job that she might. I figure this is bullshit, but what the hell, know what I mean?" He stopped his narrative and looked at me. I just nodded and he continued.
"So I asks her real nice, but she shakes her head no, so I figure that's it, right? But the skinny dude tells me to say 'please', so I ask again if she will please blow me, and can you fucking believe it, she crouched down and sucked my cock like a pro. She had a great mouth, that one. Popped my cork too quick, but I sure as hell enjoyed it while it lasted. She swallowed it all too! Yeah, a real pro." He finished and grabbed the twenty.
My heart was beating fast now and I was worried what else this pervert was going to do with my wife. "Where did they go?" I asked.
He held out his hand and I peeled off another twenty.
"The went that way," he pointed down the alley, "and went into the pool hall door." He said. "It's about half way down."
I gave him the bill I was holding and headed quickly in the direction he had pointed. I looked at each door I came to looking for some indication that one was a pool hall. I had to find Jolene quickly; it was my fault she was in this mess. If anything happened to her I would never forgive myself.
About half way down the alley, just as the wino had said, I came across a door with the name "Al's Ballards" stenciled on it. I pulled on the handle and it opened with a squeak. I stepped inside the pool hall. It was well lit and reasonably clean looking. A little surprising for this part of the city. I looked around quickly but didn't see my wife.
I spied an older black man cleaning up around one of the pool tables and I walked over to him.
"Hi there." I addressed him.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" He asked.
"I'm wondering if you've recently seen a skinny white guy with a sexy looking woman wearing a short skirt." I queried.
"Sure have mister." He said carefully. "What's it to ya?"
I was really starting to get agitated. "She's my wife and I've got to find her before something bad happens." I said angrily.
"Oh shit, sorry man. Yeah, I seen her. She came in here with that white trash Daryl. I thought something was fishy, the way she looked and all." He said almost apologetically.
"What do you mean, the way she looked?" I asked.
"Her eyes were kind of glazed over, you know, like maybe she was drugged or something." He replied.
If only he knew it was more my fault than Daryl's, I thought. "So where is she?"
"I don't know." He answered.
"Well, what do you know?" I asked, exasperated.
"Hey, don't get mad at me man, I didn't do anything with your wife." He responded.
"OK, OK. Please just tell me what happened." I said apologetically.
"Well, when Daryl and your woman shows up Daryl asks if Tyrone is around. Now Tyrone is a brother, but a bad dude, if you know what I mean. Anyway I tell Daryl that Tyrone is in the back shooting pool with some of Daryl's white trash friends, so he heads back their with your lady. I'm kind of suspicious, see, so I follow them back and start cleaning a table nearby. I wasn't close enough to hear what they said, but I can tell you what I saw, yes sir, I can tell you that." He paused dramatically for no obvious reason.
"Go ahead." I prompted him.
"Well, that Daryl went right up to Tyrone and started talking to him. I could tell he was up to something, because he wasn't usually so bold around Tyrone. Like I said, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell they was talking about your lady because Tyrone kept looking at her. But whatever Daryl was saying Tyrone wasn't buying it because he said "Bullshit" loud enough for even me to hear it. But that skinny white-trash just smiled and said something to your woman. I about shit my pants when she lifted her top and showed those boys her nice titties. Tyrone was surprised, he was, but I guess he wasn't impressed because then Daryl said something else to the lady and she lifts up her skirt. Shit, she wasn't wearing anything underneath it either. Man she has a nice ass." He proclaimed.
I just looked hard at him.
"Oh, sorry man. Anyways Daryl and Tyrone take a couple of steps away and start negotiating for something. I can always tell when they doing that. Daryl kept shaking his head 'No', but after a while he agreed on a price. Then Tyrone pulled out a big wad of cash and peeled off a whole lot of bills and handed them over to Daryl. Then Tyrone left with your woman."
"What?" I shouted.
"Hey, he didn't force her; she went willingly. In fact, she was smiling. And besides, what could I do, I couldn't go up against Tyrone, Daryl and his posse." He explained.
"OK, OK. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." I apologized. "I'm just worried about my wife. Do you know where Tyrone went?"
"No, but Daryl does, and he's right over there." He said and pointed to a back room. "Good luck."
I walked into the back room. There was a single pool table in the small room with three young men around it. I looked at the tall one and recognized him as the guy that was sitting behind us at the strip club. "Are you Daryl?" I asked him.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" He answered in an arrogant tone.
I walked right up and stood in front of him. "Where's my wife?" I demanded.
"Ah, of course, you're Jolene's hubby. Well Tyrone has her now dude, but don't worry, he'll let her go when he gets tired of her -- in a few days!" He laughed.
"Tell me where Tyrone hangs out." I said, my voice dripping with venom.
"I don't have to tell you shit, dickless. Now get the fuck out of here before we kick your chicken shit ass." He threatened as his two friends approached me, one from the side and the other from behind.
I knew that I was in for a fight, and I had to win. This meant that I had to strike first and hard. I didn't care about Daryl's 'posse', but I had to keep him conscious. So I used a powerful side kick to take out the guy to my left. My foot struck him right in his breadbasket, taking the wind right out of him. This took them by surprise and I used that to my advantage to punch Daryl in the stomach. I knew the guy behind me was starting to react to my attacks so I tried to take him out with a spinning heel kick, but he blocked it with his forearm, probably because he had it up to grab me. Even so, he still closed the gap and tried to grab me. I didn't let him pull me down, I had too much practice in dirty-boxing to allow that. I threw a couple of shots to his body and then landed an elbow to the side of his head. That stunned him enough to allow me to get a good grip on him for a judo throw. He crashed right into Daryl, taking them both out for the moment.
Now the first guy I kicked was just recovering so I ran at him and jumped up hitting him with a flying knee right in on the chin. He was out before he hit the ground. I turned and kicked Daryl's other friend in the side of the head as he was trying to untangle himself from Daryl on the ground. That took all the fight out of him and he crawled under the pool table to hide. I grabbed Daryl as he tried to crawl away too and pulled him to his feet, putting him into standing kimora, a nasty arm/shoulder lock. If you know what you are doing, you can get out of this hold, but he didn't have a clue.
"Ow, you're hurting my arm, man." He complained.
"I'll tear it off and beat you with it if you don't take me to Tyrone." I hissed at him through clenched teeth and twisted his arm a little more.
"OK, OK, just don't break my arm!" He whined.
I let up the pressure on his arm a little. I looked around and saw the black proprietor looking at me in awe. I pushed Daryl out of the little back room and into the main part of the establishment. Then I got behind him and grabbed his belt.
"If you try to run or pull anything on me, I'll break your neck." I told him. "Do you believe me?"
"I'll take you to Tyrone, but you're on your own after that. He's a crazy bastard." Daryl answered.
"Just take me there." I snarled and pushed him out the front door.
He led me down the street for about a block and then around a corner. A block later he stopped and pointed to a bar on the corner. "That's where Tyrone and his posse hang out. Now let me go."
"Not just yet." I said as I studied the place from across the street. I doubted that Jolene was in the bar and even if she was I didn't want to just rush in the front. From my vantage point it looked like the building was quite deep, much more than you'd need for a corner bar.
"What's in the back?" I asked.
"Just offices and an old warehouse." Daryl answered.
"There must be a back door. Show me." I demanded.
"You can't get in that way, they have a security system." He objected.
"Don't worry about that, just show me." I barked. He walked around the corner and led me down an alley in back. About twenty feet off the street he pointed to a heavy steel door with a small set of stairs in front of it. Next to the door was a card reader for the security system.
"OK, give me your shoe laces." I ordered.
"What? Why?"
"Just do it or I'll break your legs." I snarled.
When I had his shoe laces I used them to tie him up to a electrical conduit attached to the building. "If I find my wife and get her out of there I'll come back and untie you, but if you were lying to me I'm coming back to start breaking bones." I told him.
"I didn't lie to you, this is Tyrone's place. I'm sure he brought her here." He whined.
"For your sake you had better be right." I warned and walked up to the door.
I had recognized the security system. It was made by a company I used to work for. These systems had a maintenance mode that was on by default from the factory and most installers were lazy and left it enabled. When this mode was enabled a specially encoded access card would open any door and I just happened to still have one of these cards. You never know when something like that could come in handy. I pulled the card out of my wallet and presented it to the reader. This was the moment of truth. If it worked the light would turn green and the door would unlock, otherwise it would flash red.
The green light came on and the lock disengaged with an audible click. I pulled the door open and slipped inside. I was standing in a short, dingy hallway illuminated by a bare 100 watt bulb hanging from the ceiling. I crept down the hall and found it took a 90 degree turn to the right. I followed it a little further and came out into a larger room that was stacked with old crates. This must be the warehouse that Daryl had mentioned. I could hear some sounds, maybe voices ahead so I kept moving forward, slowly.
As I emerged from the crates I saw something that will forever be burned into my memory. It was a bizarre scene but the most erotic I had ever seen in my life up until then. A corner of the warehouse had been emptied of crates. In their place were some chairs and leather benches around the periphery. On the one wall I could see clearly there were some racks and hooks containing items that might be more at home in a horse barn. There were whips, riding crops, ropes, and leather harnesses of different types. And there were some items that I couldn't identify immediately. The area was well lit, although I hung back in the shadows among the crates I had been moving through. There were a number of people present as well, but the one that had riveted my attention was my wife, Jolene.
She was buck naked and suspended above the floor by her arms and legs using ropes that went up to pulleys attached to the rafters. There were leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the ropes attached to the cuffs. Both of her hands were held above her head with a single rope, and there was a separate rope on each ankle such that her legs were bent back to the point where the heels of her feet were almost touching her ass. This forced her body into a posture where her chest and hips were thrust forward.
It didn't look particularly comfortable, but she wasn't complaining; she was moaning in pleasure. This was probably because a black man was standing behind her thrusting what looked to be a long thin cock into her pussy. There was also a black woman in a latex dominatrix outfit standing in front of Jolene alternately whipping her tits with a riding crop and licking them. I had never seen anything like it; I never even imagined that anything like it was possible. My cock got hard so fast that I became light-headed.
I knew I should stop it, but I couldn't move. My arms and legs felt like they were made of lead. My heart was hammering in my chest and my mouth was as dry as cotton as I watched my wife being brought closer and closer to the brink of a massive orgasm. The man had amazing discipline, keeping up a consistent pace without cumming. The woman was expertly working Jolene's tits and clit with her riding crop and tongue. I could tell that she wouldn't last long now; the telltale signs of her impending climax were apparent. First she started trembling, head to foot. Then her hips started jerking uncontrollably; weakly at first but building stronger as the assault on her sexually charged body continued. Finally her entire body went stiff and she moaned loudly, thrashing her head back and forth as she reached her climax. The man and the woman, however, continued their stimulation of my wife causing a series of spasms to rack her beautiful sweat-covered body even after her orgasm was done.
Shortly the man threw his head back, thrust his cock into my wife's pussy one last time, and groaned loudly. The dominatrix reached under Jolene and fondled his balls as he shot his cum deep into her womb. I was very glad she was on the pill. After he was empty he withdrew his cock quickly and even from where I was I could see his jism pour out of her cunt, leaving a puddle on the floor. I couldn't believe that someone could cum that much. Maybe some of it was Jolene's lubrication mixed in too, but it was still an amazing sight.
Even though my wife was in pretty good shape I could see she was starting to cramp from that suspended position, and perhaps her captors did as well because they lowered her down onto a bench that they had just pushed under her. That's when I noticed a guy with a video camera coming in for a closeup of her dripping pussy. In fact, when I looked around I saw a couple of other cameras on tripods off to the sides. Shit! They were recording this, probably for sale on the Internet. Somehow I had to stop this now.
I peeked around the crates I was hiding behind and saw a couple of other nude black guys, waiting for their turn with my apparently compliant wife. Then in the other direction I saw another big dude that looked like a body guard. I had to take him out first if I was going to rescue my wife. I used the crates to sneak up on the guard, circling around him. Over his shoulder I could see the dominatrix in a sixty-nine with Jolene, keeping him and everyone else distracted.
When I was in position I slipped my arm around his neck and cinched in a perfect rear-naked choke. He went limp in seconds, demonstrating the power of a blood-choke. I left the choke on for a few seconds longer than I would in the gym because I wanted him out for a while and lowered him quietly to the floor. I frisked him and not surprisingly found a hand-gun; a Glock G-19 nine-millimeter semi-automatic, to be precise. I was very familiar with this weapon. I owned one myself. I quickly checked the clip; it was full.
I stepped out into the light. "OK, that's enough!" I shouted, making sure they saw the pistol. "Nobody move." Even I winced at the cliché.
They all looked at me like deer in the headlights. I waved the pistol in what I hoped was a menacing fashion at the three naked men. "Get down on the floor and put your hands over your heads or I'll kill every one of you bastards!" I screamed. I almost called them 'fuckers', but I caught myself in time. I wanted them scared, not laughing at a stupid unintended joke. Two of them laid down so fast that it almost looked like I had shot them, but not the third one. Tyrone, I guessed.
"I mean it!" I said with as much authority as I could and pulled back the slide on the Glock to chamber a round, but Tyrone just smiled at me. That's when I saw Jolene's eyes go wide out of the corner of my vision, but before she could warn me I felt someone grab me from behind. It must be the guard; I must not have choked him long enough and he came to.
He wrapped both of his arms around my upper arms, pinning them to my body. He tried to crush me hard enough to make me drop the gun, and although he was strong I didn't let go of the pistol. Tyrone seized the moment and rushed towards us. I couldn't let him reach me, and although I couldn't really aim very well I still squeezed off two rounds in his general direction. The sound in the small warehouse was deafening. I saw Tyrone dive for the floor, but I didn't know if I had hit him or not because the guard spun me around in an effort to keep me from shooting at his boss. In the process he also managed trip me and we fell to the ground in a tangle.
The pistol went spinning away, but I didn't need it, I was a good wrestler and a purple belt in Jujitsu. As we hit the floor I was already scrambling for position. He was strong, I'll give him that, but he was outclassed in grappling and soon I had him in an arm-bar. Normally in the gym an opponent would tap at this point admitting defeat and I'd let up before breaking his arm, so it was a strange feeling when the guards arm snapped. He howled in pain and anger, which I rewarded with a vicious elbow to the face and a heel to the ribs. I think that heel may have cracked one of his ribs because he curled up into a ball and stopped trying to fight me.
I sprung up and looked around for the pistol. It was about ten feet away and Tyrone was crawling towards it. I ran over and easily got to it before he did. When I pointed the weapon at him he stopped and just glared at me menacingly while holding his leg. It looks like wounded him with one of my shots, but it didn't look life threatening. I looked over to where I had last seen my wife. The dominatrix was sprawled out on the floor, out cold it looked like. Jolene was holding a police baton and standing over the other two men, one of which looked pretty beat up. The other one was just cowering in fear. It looked like that self-defense training had really come in handy.
I knew we didn't have much time, someone will have heard those shots. So while Jolene got dressed I grabbed all the tapes out of the video cameras and warned them that anybody that followed us would get shot. Then I led Jolene quickly out the way I had come. When we got outside I cut Daryl loose and also warned him about following us, waving the Glock in his face. He ran out of the alley in one direction while we went in the other.
I was a little turned around because of the strange way I had gotten there, but after a few wrong turns we managed to get back to the strip club and our car. I'm telling you I got out of there as fast as I could without getting into an accident or attracting the attention of the police. A few miles away I stopped by a big dumpster and threw in the pistol after wiping it clean and removing the clip. It was probably stolen and I didn't want to have any more to do with it.
We drove in silence for a while and then Jolene started crying. I pulled her to me and held her tight.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." I said.
"It's not your fault," she sobbed, "it's mine. I should never have gone with Daryl. I shouldn't have listened to him."
"No, I should never taken you to that place, and for sure I should never have taken my eyes off of you once we were there." I countered. "You just acted the way I've been asking you to, the way I like it. It was that creep Daryl that took advantage of the situation, but I should have been protecting you, so it's his fault and mine, but not yours."
She clung to me for the rest of the trip telling me how much she loved me. I felt so bad because I knew it was mostly my fault for conditioning her the way I did and then letting her loose in a place full of horned-up men. That wasn't the worst part, though. Despite everything that had happened, I am ashamed to admit I was still extremely turned on. I wrestled with these conflicting feelings all the way home, but eventually resolved to remove the "Shazam" trigger. It was just too dangerous.
When we got home I put Jolene under and started the long process of removing the trigger. Something like this really couldn't be removed, but it could be buried deeply. It would take a number of additional sessions over the next week or so, but I was determined to bury it so deep that it would be impossible to recover it or create a similar one. There would be no more adventures like the one we just had, of that I was sure.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
