Possum

The bus pulled up at the strip club in the city centre of Adelaide at 1am precisely. Juni emerged from the bathroom at the back of the bus in her little blue business suit with fresh makeup and a soft pink shade of lipstick highlight her beautiful blue eyes and fair features. She had successfully lost the 'just raped' look of a little earlier. Beneath the mid-thigh blue skirt she was still without panties, of course; which she had lost during her attack. She found that there was no bruising or evidence of rough play on her body at all.

It was too late for her to report the incident to her boss, Peter, or even to call me, Jason, her boyfriend back in Melbourne. So, for the time being, she continued to be at the mercy of her assailants. She climbed the stairs up to the strip club.

At the entrance Yoshi was acting as if it was a normal tour, immediately asking Juni if she would negotiate special entry for the men and a large private room for their entertainment. Money was of no concern and they wanted the most attractive, thinnest and shortest girls, since many of the Japanese men were not of great stature, apart from Katsuro. The men did not want tall girls in high-heels towering over them. Katsuro would pay as a company entertainment expense. Juni went into auto pilot mode, even though she still felt quite drunk and negotiated with the girl at the desk. She was informed that their room would be available in about 40 minutes. A bouncer led them into the club.

The strip club was well appointed, with wood panelled walls, small tables with a girl, a pole and about six chairs at each. Being a Saturday night at 1am, the club was packed. There were six girls on a long boardwalk, all gyrating around poles with Australian banknotes hanging from their g-string's or garters. One girl had stripped completely nude at the edge of the stage, except for her high heels that she dug into the crotches of two men who sat on lower chairs so that their faces were level with her pussy. She was rubbing her breasts and shaved pussy erotically, arching her back in pseudo-orgasmic writhing. Juni could not avoid the overwhelming odour of perfume and sexual scent, female sexual scent. She felt relieved that this time, it was not just her.

After a saki and champagne, Juni was feeling very little pain, she still felt a little wobbly after the shots that the men had kissed into her mouth. This was a lot of alcohol and she was feeling warm and buzzed and her groping assault seemed to be in the distant past.

She finally managed to duck away from the group of Japanese men when they were focussed on the strippers' performances. She found herself in a small crowd, standing back from the stage and she moved towards two other girls who were at a high table in the dark, looking like they had come there together for a night out. Juni wondered what brought them here, it was the last place she would go if it were not for her work. In any case it was good to be able to hang around some other female company. She introduced herself clumsily and found that the girl's names were Sally and Shelly. Juni decided that they were not very pretty girls and that they had on too much makeup. They were certainly no competition for the strippers, who were universally physically stunning specimens. Juni decided that they were not lesbians either.

Before long a group of men had gathered behind them, they sounded like typical Australian tradies or farm workers, loud, aggressive, tall and rugged; exactly the type that Juni found to be intimidating. She found them too big, too aggressive and too strong physically, so that they scared her and their hands were always hard and rough. She heard the men comment about the girls, as the girls stood side by side, leaning forward onto the long, high bar table, sipping their drinks with their backsides positioned conveniently for the men. One of the men said something about bluey had the hottest arse but they were all doable. The girls next to her clinked their glasses together in a toast and gave each other a meaningful glance and a little smile.

"Here's to another lucky night, " Sally said. Juni immediately realised that these girls were seriously on the make, and that they had New Zealand accents. They had not even looked back at the men.

Then she felt it, a tall man had moved right up behind her and she was pushed against the tall table where she stood with the two other girls. Other men had also moved up behind and around them, pressing against them. The other girls seemed not to notice and just kept chattering away as they looked at the stage and the prancing, dancing strippers. The men had not said a word to any of the girls. Behind her she felt the large man tower over her and his hard cock pushed against her buttocks, he was blatantly pushing his hard on up against her and she could feel it throbbing in the groove between her cheeks.

"You have the hottest arse, " He said, letting his hand press down between the back of her knees. Fuck, he was soon going to find she had no panties on and think she must be a slut, she thought. This created electricity up her spine in a sense of erotic awareness. She started to feel fear and panic, his hand had gripped her thin right thigh just above her knee as he pushed his groin into her.

One of the girls at her table, with her lips only inches from hers, was arching back and pushing against the man behind her, she seemed to be getting off and her mouth was open for kissing. Was she being fucked? The other girls started kissed each other. The guys started giving encouragement.

"Yeah, that's hot," They were saying. The girls were definitely getting felt up and loving it. They are sluts coming here for a quick pick-up, Juni decided. The man's hand pushed up her leg. He was going to find out that her pantihose were torn and crotchless any second. She could feel his hard-on through his trousers. Then his hand found the soft skin at the top of her thigh and he whispered into her ear. "I love crotchless pantihose."

He had found her shaved pussy and she tried to squirm away as he started to caress her. She was soaking wet. He licked his fingers in front of her face and she saw her moistness on his fingers as they entered the lips of his rugged and handsome face. He was slightly unshaven and looked like some Hugh Jackman clone. Time seemed to stand still.

Juni knew why the girls came to this club, it was an easy way to get off, pick up, or just get some man attention. Plenty of her less attractive girlfriends had to resort to cheap pubs and clubs to get interest from a man. The good men were all so picky, if you wanted one and you were an average girl, what could you do? The girls all realised that most men were easy pickings at the end of a long night of drinking. Juni recognised that the girls next to her were heavier than her and that they would look quite average with normal lighting and no makeup.

Juni felt trapped, she was aroused but still disgusted by the Aussie's blatant approach, grabbing her legs and seeking out her cunt, not even bothering with even a casual introduction. She squirmed as she felt his hand shoot up to the top of the back of her legs, pulling up her skirt, opening up the naked patch between her thighs, framed by the torn pantihose and his rubbing of her wet pussy was driving her insane.

"Fuck, he knows I have no panties and thinks I am a slut." She thought and pushed her hand back and tried to grab his thick wrist to stop him mauling her. Then, while she held his wrist, she felt his huge cock bounce on her hand. "Shit, his cock is out, he is going to fuck me right here." She realised in panic.

She saw the other girls were pretending to get into it. Suddenly one of the girls, turned to the side and said to her man "It's gonna be 290 tonight or you can fuck off," Shit, they were hookers.

Juni tried to shut her legs quickly. They thought she was a hooker! But Juni has a large heart-shaped gap at the top of her thighs, giving the man's hand room to move. He continued rubbing her pussy, pushing her back towards the table with his left forearm, trapping her while delved into her swollen wetness with his fingers. She was panting with desperation and arousal. He suddenly impaled her with two of his fingers and she immediately felt her wetness grow exponentially. Her pussy gave every indication that it just wanted to be fucked.

Juni, the innocent young woman, definitely did not. She was still dismayed and astounded, even a little sickened by her body's reaction to yet another unwanted invasion of her most private parts. The man removed his right arm as she felt him move slightly to position his cock with his hand while he still had his hard fingers buried in her twat. There was a chance of escape as she was suddenly not pinned to the table. She felt the tip of his cock start to penetrate her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body wanted to be fucked, it needed to be fucked. But not here, not like this. What about Jason?

Juni whirled to the side in a dancer's deft pirouette and slipped from his reach, ducking into the protective anonymity of the crowd. Her pussy was pulsing, complaining about the loss of stimulation. She pulled down her skirt. Thank God, she thought, and glancing back she saw that the man was trying to follow her, pushing towards her in the crowd. She saw the other girls were leaning back against their men, clearly getting fucked. Juni wondered how often they did this. Isn't this illegal in public, she thought.

"Men are totally disgusting," She realised. "They just feel you up and want to dominate and fuck you."

Through a glass window in a private room, she saw three naked strippers rubbing their pussies on the laps of several men. It was not just men who are horny and using their sex, she thought. The strippers are using their bodies to milk all of that money out of the men. The girls each had many fifty and one hundred dollar notes in their garters. "Look how much money are they making?" Juni thought.

Maybe it's a reasonable way to make good money for less well educated girls, thought Juni. It is completely legal, afterall. As juni squeezed past groups of men, away from the aussie who pursued her, she also realised that Sally and Shelly, surely not their real names, had gone to the club for sexual thrills. She had never noticed before just how affected by sex everyone was. Maybe we are all types of sex addicts, she thought. That man is like he has been driven insane by me now, or by my pussy, he started it up and now he needs to cum in me. She felt his need and it electrified her. She felt like a hunted doe and he was the hunter. Suddenly someone grabbed her around the waist.

"There you are," said Yoshi, with relief. "Katsuro wants you to stay with his group, so you are safe and do not get lost." He grabbed her arm and led her back to the Japanese group. A waitress passed her a glass of champagne and said she was lucky that the men had bought her a bottomless glass. Several of the men surrounded her and wanted to click glasses but they were too close and she could feel their breath on her neck and she found they were all trying to push themselves against her again. At least she felt strangely safe and protected by their presence. She realised with embarrassment though that her pussy was still on fire, hot and wet and its familiar musky odour sought its way into her nostrils.

"Can they all smell me?" she thought. "How embarrassing."

Then, in her drunken reality, she just giggled at the absurdity of the situation. It had gone beyond comprehension. They had molested her, effectively raped her, taken her underwear and were now dry-fucking her in a crowded strip club and she had no way to take back control, to get back at them or even make a complaint, because of the lurid nature of Katsuro's video. She was trapped, a little afraid and still very aroused. She giggled again, the alcohol was making her take all of it in her stride, thank God. She remembered thinking though, in a moment of clarity, that if Katsuro had set out to blackmail her into doing whatever he wanted, that he could not have conducted the operation any more seamlessly.

The feeling of the cooling air on her wet sex and her recall of the Aussie's attempted rape, was making her hot again. The waitress brought them a tray of tequila shots that she had with Yoshi and Katsuro and some other men.

Juni drunkenly thought, "These are my rapists and we are having cocktails, it is all so polite." Suddenly she burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.

The waitress asked if she was alright and Juni thought her to be warm, friendly and strangely intelligent. It turned out that her name was Rani and she was a beautiful dark-skinned Indian student, dressed in a sexy slave girl costume, with a g-string and bra and veils of material falling from a little waistband. She said she was working but also checking out the club, considering if she should strip for extra cash. Juni thought Rani might help her and she told her that she had just been raped.

Rani said, "Sure you have - haven't we all? There are girls over there still being raped ..." She paused before adding the punchline, "And they keep coming back every week." She waved her hand around the bar and burst out laughing. Juni could not make her understand that it was not a joke, that she did not come to the club to pickup men.

Rani's student allowance was very small and she needed money for her visa. Being a waitress hardly paid the bills, unless she was lucky enough to get big tips and these usually went only to the strippers. Juni asked how much the strippers earned and the girl pointed to a girl with lots of money in her garters, saying that she earned more than $4000 per week and she had been working for eight years.

"That's $200K per year," Juni said in amazement, more than twice her own salary, similar to a doctor or lawyer.

"You are so hot," Rani said, looking her up and down. "You could easily make that much. More than that much."

Juni spluttered, "It's not my thing." In reality, Juni was astounded that the comparison was even being made, she had never seen herself as THAT attractive.

Rani just laughed at her again, it seemed inconceivable to her that a girl would not seriously consider earning this much money.

Meanwhile Katsuro was talking to the club owner and one of the bouncers at the bar, he put something in his pocket and returned with Juni's drink. The Maori bouncer looked like he came from a rock quarry, in fact he looked like the rocks themselves. He had the men follow him to a private room at the back of the club. It had long bench seats around the wall and several tables with finger food, champagne and saki in ice buckets. Katsuro came up behind her, put his arm around Juni's waist and ran his lips up her neck to her ear and she gasped at the subtle thrill of his breath.

He whispered something like, "Come and watch the dancers with us, my little slut."

Juni felt disgusted with his label but she could not deny she felt a little excited at the same time. She was in sensual overload again, with naked women everywhere and waitresses dressed like slave-girls. She knew that to Katsuro he might be thinking she had been acting like a .. slut .. even if it was unintentional and forced upon her. Afterall, she knew that he knew she had done nothing to object to her treatment so far. Did he think that this meant she was giving her tacit approval to his lustful advances?

At least eight strippers were in the room, dancing provocatively in their harem costumes. Some of them were pulled over by the men and asked for lap dances and the girls immediately started writhing to the music, dancing as sensually with their hips, like belly dancers with their hands in the air, arching their backs and pushing their breasts out. They created a surreal atmosphere, a picture of decadence and sexual depravity in the darkened room with its red and blue lighting and strange eastern music that worked synchronistically with the girls sensual dance moves. Juni, as a skilled ballet dancer, admired the girls skills, they were totally in control and beautifully balanced as they creatively choreographed their dance for best effect. When two girls passed each other their lips would brush each other, in what must be, Juni assumed, mock arousal. But for Juni the effect was real and she felt again the familiar moistness grow between her legs.

"What is happening to me?" she thought, "Why is my body acting so slutty?"

Juni had never witnessed strippers this close. Two girls had mounted the laps of the men on either side of Yoshi and Katsuro, who were seated on either side of her. There was a very sexy and very beautiful blonde stripper in front of her, she was very thin and a little taller than Juni. Her waist and hips were tiny and her breast must only be 32B Juni estimated, not the usual fake breasted bimbo you would expect to find at a strip club. The girl wore a red open crotched harem pants and red mini-bikini with sequins, her hands were in the air and she was rolling her hips around, displaying her thin waist. Juni drank in the vision of the girl's sensual dance moves.

Juni found herself thinking, "Her body is like mine but my breasts are larger." With a flush of embarrassment Juni saw that Rani was correct, that she could easily be a successful stripper, too, if looks and dancing were all it took. She pushed the thought from her mind and began to realise that she was becoming dizzy and euphoric. Something was different, she felt overwhelming affection towards the stripper and the men and began smiling and laughing without apparent cause or reason. The feeling reminded her of something vaguely familiar that happened once to her and a friend at a university party. Surely Katsuro had not spiked her drink?

Before she noticed, the blonde stripper, known as Shana, was dancing very close, then she mounted the seat, with a thin thigh on either side of Juni's thighs. She proceeded to give Juni her first lap-dance. Katsuro had thought that this would be amusing and given Shana a significant tip. He held Juni's right hand and then she felt that Yoshi was holding the left. She realised she was immobilised again by her two men, but she did not fight. She was dizzy, and feeling smothered by the girl's perfume and the sensual touch of her velvet soft skin. Juni herself was tingling all over from the effects of the powerful drug.

The stripper was kissing Juni's neck and her lips and she felt she floated into another dimension. She was floating in another realm of consciousness. Shana was rubbing against her breasts, freeing them from the confines of Juni's bra, rubbing Juni's soft breasts against her own. Juni was being overcome by arousal, unable to move, as her hands were bound in those of her men.

"Am I thinking of these men as mine, my own two rapists?" Juni laughed at the stupidity of her own thoughts.

The stripper started to rub her pussy on Juni's left thigh by slowly thrusting her hips forward and back, pushing up and down on Juni's leg. She noticed that the girl was now nude. Time was drifting around in her mind. There were gaps in memory and in what she could see and understand. Then she looked and saw that all the girls were nude, dry humping the guys around the room, dancing one song with one man and then moving on to the other. Shana had torn a larger hole in Juni's pantihose and she could feel the girl's wetness on her thigh, she was not acting, she was definitely turned on. Suddenly, Shana gasped and her body jerked with spasms and Juni realised that the girl had had an orgasm on her leg. Juni felt her own wetness gather between her legs.

"I must be wetting the back of my skirt," she thought vaguely but it was from a distant place and seemed to be unimportant.