Sunday morning, Bret was lying awake, staring up at the ceiling. Besides him, a sleeping Bubbles was drooling slightly, completely unaware of the thoughts milling around in her boss/lover's head. He knew from last night that she was completely naked, though the blanket covered her sexy body -- which made it somewhat easier for Bret to think. The 'bad' side of her face was turned upwards, showing him how her black eye ever so slowly was getting better and making her look... damaged and vulnerable.
His thoughts kept returning to last night at the club and Roxie's alluring forms. If she hadn't found a customer just at the right moment, Bret was fairly sure he'd have dragged her into one of the unoccupied 'private rooms'. Or better yet, back to his office. The thought of the sexy blonde bent over his table gave a series of familiar pulls in his groin, and he smiled wickedly at the mental image.
He decidedly ignored the questions of how he'd ask her to his office and how worried he'd be for her to turn him down -- after all, he'd been getting a fair amount of female companionship since he took over The Lucky Gent, so why not one more?
Just to make everything even more confusing, every now and then his thoughts went to Wendy, the hot waitress but he knew deep down that he'd be too afraid of a rejection to hit on her. After what CJ had told him, she was apparently not like the others at the club. It made her more interesting, but also... scary. Like, what if she just turned him down? Or laughed at him? Better to stay away than to risk the humiliation.
The problem, as he saw it, was that he felt responsible for Bubbles. He'd taken her away from her abusive bastard of an ex, and now she was more or less stuck with him. Hurt as she was, she couldn't even work at the club, so there was really nothing for her to do but to cling to Bret and please him. However, despite how wonderfully sexy and beautiful she was, she was not exactly the kind of girl Bret envisioned settling down with. And not only that, how in the world was he supposed to stay faithful to her -- no matter how effectively she drained his balls whenever he pleased -- surrounded by willing strippers at work? On the other hand, the very thought of Bubbles sleeping with another man made his insides churn with anger -- which again left him feeling like a hypocrite.
"Bret?"
He turned to her and saw her looking at him with a sleepy smile.
"Morning, Bubbles," he smiled, doing his best to hide his dark thoughts from her behind a smile.
"Morning," she said and snuggled into him, drawn to his warmth and the comfort of another being pressed against her. The result was a pair of mammoth-sized boobs pressed against his side, something he certainly didn't object to.
"You looked so... thoughtful," she said in a rather worried tone and rubbed her nipples against him, "is something wrong?"
"I dunno," he said. He couldn't quite see how he could breach the subject. For some reason 'I want to fuck other women but you have to stay faithful to me' sounded quite... chauvinistic? Like a pig?
"Please tell me," Bubbles asked, swallowing nervously. Just the way he avoided her eyes told her that her worst fears had come true. He'd grown tired of her and wanted to get rid of her. She was too stupid for him and not sexy enough.
"Well," he started, "last night at the club there was this... dancer. I can't remember the name. Gina or Roxie, I think," he looked at Bubbles with a questioning expression, "perhaps you know which? Blonde, kinda tall, pretty slim but with big..." he formed his hands over his chest and she got the gist.
"There's no Gina at the club, so it was probably Roxie," she answered, not really in the mood to talk about her competition/colleagues.
"Ehm... I was... I was thinking about getting a... you know, private dance. From her," he finally managed to say, underlining the word private so she knew what he meant.
"I... see. You want her instead of me," she deducted, fear colouring her words.
"No, that's not what I meant," Bret said quietly, not knowing what else to say. It hadn't been entirely what he meant, and he certainly didn't want to replace Bubbles.
"It's just that... well, there are so many incredible women at the club," he tried to explain himself, "and it's just hard not to..."
"You know, Boss," she said and slowly peeled off the blanket, letting him see her massive tits and generously curved body in the hope of reminding him of what he'd lose if he sent her away, "I... I could help you. I know these girls... if you kept me, I'd be a great help to you." She bit her lower-lip nervously and looked down, wondering if she'd been too... aggressive. Women should be docile, after all, but she couldn't just stay quiet while the best man she'd ever known sent her away because he thought she expected him to stay faithful.
"Bubbles, that's not..." Bret began automatically, torn between studying the magnificent body being shown to him and looking at her face while talking to her, then halted himself as he caught her meaning, "wait, what do you mean 'help'?"
"Well..." she said, looking up at him -- and noticed how his eyes seemed to dart between the wonderful, round form of her breasts and her face -- "I... know them. I know what would work and what wouldn't." His eyes on her body both empowered her and made her hopeful, and taking a chance, she slipped into the role of the seductress that she knew so well and had used so many times.
"Take Roxie for example..." she started in a heavier, more breathy voice, "you like her?"
Licking his lips, he nodded; he did indeed.
"You like her big tits?" one delicate hand found her breast and she began caressing herself, putting on a little show for her boss, "you'd like to bend her over your deck and have your way with her? Make her moan and cry and cum like you do with me?" His rapt attention and the image she was painting for the both of them made her herself a little wet.
"She wouldn't mind, you know. She's not exactly a lady, is she? Not that she's a slut like some of the others, but she'd definitely want to impress her new boss. Compliment her, touch her, tell her you want her, and you can have her, easily," she told him, hoping he'd be impressed by her instructions. She noticed his hand snake its way down under his quilt and with a sly smile said: "let me do that, Boss."
His cock was already hard when she pushed his hand away and grasped its strong shaft in her small hand.
"Oh yeah..." he gasped, and she smiled. Men were so easy to handle once they were aroused, and Bret was no different. The problem with him was that she wanted to bring him off
and
keep him interested in her... not easy, considering how many at the club was vying for his attention.
"Now, Monique... she's a different matter. She's married and doesn't mess around," she continued and leaned further in, her warm breath caressing the side of his face, "but ever since her husband lost his job she's been going on and on about how she "needs this job". I don't think she'd be too difficult to... convince..." Bubbles said the last with a wicked, little smile, not caring that she was selling her friends down the river. To her it was quite simple: she couldn't lose Bret, and she'd do what was needed to ensure it didn't happen.
Besides, Monique had always been so uptight. She could probably use a good fuck -- whether she wanted to or not.
"Re-really?" Bret gasped, out of breath and growing more and more aroused. He still chose not to reveal that he'd already enjoyed the hot Latina's mouth in his office, though. That was probably better left for another time.
"Really," Bubbles smiled, and kept jacking him off. She loved seeing his reaction and felt that the worst was probably over -- he'd keep her at least for a while but she continued nevertheless, "Red, Jewels, French and Patricia are all sluts. Get them drunk or put a fifty down their bra, and they're yours to use for the night." With that she pulled the quilt off her lover, revealing a pair of boxers pulled down below a very hard cock -- that just happened to have her hand wrapped around it.