Bella entered the room and looked about her. A large space, it was by night a popular, if slightly off-limits to most, bar and strip club. It was owned by the man Bella herself was effectively owned by, a dangerous man with friends and enemies in equal numbers. Her gaze alighted upon a large table, surrounded by comfortable leather chairs, which doubled as a dance platform, with a pole in the centre of it. Men and women who frequented the club could sit and enjoy the drinks, whilst some pretty young thing danced above them. It was at this table where her boss sat talking to two men. At that moment he turned, spotting her, and waved her over.
"Bella," he said in his cultured tone, "these are two... associates of mine. I have another appointment to go to, but I want you to entertain them."
Then, turning to two men, he continued, "she is yours to do with as you please gentlemen. Lubricant and other items are in a drawer in front of you." With that he rose, gave them a brief nod, and walked from the room, ignoring her entirely.
Bella turned to face the two men. Neither was attractive; the first was short, fat, and had a nasty, sneering face. The second was different; tall, well built, but with a cruel, intelligent face. He might have been handsome but for an air of menace he exuded. It was the fat one who spoke first,
"Let's see you dance then pretty little thing, up you get," nodding to the platform before them.
'Sooner I dance, and let them have their way, sooner I'll be done', she told herself, climbing on to the platform, feeling their eyes bore in to her. Bella was attractive, by anyone's standards. Slim, with long, rich brunette hair, which fell in tight curls. Her eyes were a deep blue, a combination with the hair that most men, and woman, liked. She was wearing a soft silk dress, the colour of her eyes, cut to mid-thigh length. Beneath it, a bra and matching pair of knickers, in peach coloured lace.
As she readied herself, the fat man leaned forwards to the console tucked beneath the platform, which controlled music and lighting. Dimming the latter, he selected a track with a slow sensuous beat, before turning his attention to the drawer beside the console. He withdrew from it a tube of lubricant, and placed it on the platform, in plain sight, sniggering as he did so. Satisfied he settled back in his chair, beedy eyes staring up at her. Throughout this, his taller companion had sat impassively, staring not at her body, but her eyes. Bella shivered a little; he unsettled her.
As the music began, Bella began to dance. She was a talented dancer, and was able to envelop herself entirely in the music, almost forgetting for a moment where she was as she swayed her body, the silk of her dress draping over her curves as she moved. When she judged she had teased enough, she let the straps of the dress off her shoulders, and it pooled around her feet, leaving her in her underwear.
The material of her knickers was tight, and clung sensuously to her feminine curves. The men could tell the shape of her sex as she danced, and she could smell their arousal, coming off them in waves. Bella took a breath, unsnapped the bra, and let the material drop off her arms to the floor. Her small, pert breasts sat high upon her chest, perfectly shaped. Her pink nipples were sensitive, and almost immediately reacted to the cool air, becoming erect, much to the men's obvious delight.
She closed her eyes as she danced, letting the music wash over her, transporting herself to another place, where she danced for no one but herself. The image was punctured by the grunts of appreciation from the two men, particularly as she hooked her thumbs in to the waistband of her knickers. The thin peach coloured lace slipped easily down her legs as she continued to dance, her soft, smooth vulva visible to the two men for the first time. The fat one gave an appreciative whistle.
She faced them for a moment, feeling their eyes drink in the details of her sex, before turning her back, swaying her hips to the beat, bending forwards and arching her back, pushing her small, firm bottom back towards them. From their lower vantage point, then two men had a clear view up between her legs. Her smooth, neat labia clearly on display, the inner lips, a slightly darker pink, just visible between the larger outer labia, the dark slit between them leading down and back towards the cleft of her buttocks, the dark pink of her small puckered anus hidden inside.
Standing back up, she swayed back towards the men, in time to see the shorter, fatter one climbing on to the stage and striding towards her, an look of sheer lust on his features. Roughly, he span Bella around pinning her arms above her head, pressing her body against the pole. With his feet he kicked her legs apart, his free hand dropping between her parted buttocks, greased fingers finding the hole nestled between them, roughly forcing their way inside her. Though she wasn't relaxed, Bella's body was used to the intrusion, and the two digits slipped past her sphincter with some ease.
The man slid his fingers in and out of her body a few times, until with a grunt withdrew them, satisfied she was ready for him. Bella heard the sound of his belt buckle being unsnapped, and his zip lowered, and a moment later felt the hard head of his erection against her anus. With an unceremonious thrust, he forced his way inside her, his thick shaft sinking deep in to her rectum. Bella gasped with the force, though his limited lubricating of her bowel, and her body's rather, 'accommodating' nature, meant she felt no real pain. The man gave a deep groan,
"Oh yes, oh you good little slut, that's nice."
Bella blocked out the language, and turned her thoughts inwards; trying to gain what pleasure she could from the fat sweaty oaf's urgent thrusting, as he began to fuck her rear. She felt his free hand reach around to her belly, fingers splaying across her flesh. He used it to pull her body harder back against his as he thrust forward, wanting every inch of his cock inside of her.
"Oh you do have a delightful little arse, so fucking tight," he grunted, as his hand moved down from her belly, over her mons, his fat fingers finding her slit. His fingers slipped between the hairless folds, teasing her clit out from its hood, massaging it surprisingly gently as he fucked her.
"That's right," he breathed, as he felt her begin to moisten, "get your cunt nice and wet for me you little slut."
He was panting now, and his coupling was becoming more frantic. As his climax approached, Bella felt him stiffen, and give a low moan. Cupping her pussy tightly in his hand, he cried out as he thrust up inside of her one last time, his cock spasming in orgasm. Bella squeezed her muscles around him, milking his cum, feeling the hot seed fill her rectum. With a deep pant, still regaining his breath, the fat man slipped out of her, releasing her arms and stepping back.
"Fuck, she's a good one" he breathed.
Bella massaged her wrists, hoping for a moment's respite, but the second man had already stepped forwards. Approaching her from behind he pushed her roughly, indicating that she should lower herself on to all fours. Bella did as he wanted, instinctively lowering her shoulders, so as to raise her bottom and present her openings to him. The tall man knelt between her spread thighs, unbuttoning his jeans, talking as he did so,
"Now which hole, do ya reckon?" he asked. Bella stayed quiet, knowing the question to be a rhetorical one. "You've got a beautiful little arsehole, and Frank here has already opened you up for me."
The fat man -- Frank -- emitted a high pitched giggle at this, rubbing his hands gleefully.
