Note: This is chapter two of Elsie's story, "You're Mine". To fully enjoy this tale, I would suggest starting at the beginning. :)
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Elsie stood at the bar, unable to believe what she had just experienced. The owner of the strip club had just turned her over his knee and spanked her in front of 200 horny, drunk men. "Why did I enter this stupid competition?" She thought, trying to ignore the fact that all of the guys in her vicinity were staring and making rude gestures at her.
"May I have you attention please!" Candy was back on the mic. "The Honorable Judge Braun has come to a decision!" The crowd cheered as Neil Braun walked over and took the mic from the girl.
"I have to say," he began, "that this was perhaps the toughest year yet for the Best Behind contest. Ten beautiful girls graced our stage and showed us their fantastic, curvy rear ends. But one ass was definitely a step above the others," he said, and Candy approached him, carrying a large trophy.
"I don't know which would be worse" Elsie thought, "winning or losing!"
"I'm pleased to announce," said Neil, "that this year's Best Behind champion is... Elsie Lane!"
The crowd erupted into deafening cheers. Elsie stood dumbfounded until she felt hands pushing her towards the stage. She forced her way through the crowd and to the stage, where Neil and Candy stood waiting, smiling. The girl handed Elsie the trophy and placed a crown on her head, and the crowd began shouting, "Encore! Encore!"
"What do you say, Elsie?" asked Neil. "Will you honor our crowd with another dance?"
Elsie had no option but to nod her head, as Candy was already turning the music back up. Neil took her trophy from her and pushed her lightly on the ass and into the center of the stage.
"Come back stage when you're done dancing, and I'll give you your trophy and your check," he said quietly into her ear. His hot breath made her shiver.
Suddenly Elsie found herself alone on the stage, with the men in the audience continuing their chant for an encore. She slowly began gyrating her hips the music, smiling down at them. "God this is weird," she thought. "I can't believe I won! I guess one more dance won't be too embarrassing." The men cheered and cat called as she lost herself once again to the music, shaking her award winning ass.
When the song had ended, Elsie heard more shouts of "Encore!" along with more lewd things through the cheers. Candy quickly appeared back onstage, saying into the mic "Since you boys have been so good, we have a post contest treat.... The lovely ladies of the Sugar Shack are all ready to strut their stuff on stage for you!" This announcement was met with more whoops, and Elsie was able to disappear through the stage curtain without too much disappointment.
Elsie found herself in a grubby hallway. The squat man who had been sitting behind the registration table was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. "Congrats, baby," he said, staring at Elsie's chest. "Mr. Braun is downstairs in his office. Follow me." He casually flicked away the cigarette and began walking down the hallway. Elsie had no choice but to follow.
He led her to the end of the hallway and opened a door to a steep staircase, which he began descending. At the bottom of the stairs was a different world. It appeared to Elsie that all of the money that the Sugar Shack made went into the upkeep of Neil Braun's private quarters. This hallway had a definite air of luxury. The deep wine colored carpet was plush under Elsie's Mary Jane's as she continued to follow the dumpy man down the hallway, where he finally stopped at a heavy oak door. He knocked sharply, and they waited for what seemed like an eternity until a voice said, "Come in."
The dumpy man opened the door, and led Elsie inside. "Elsie Land, sir," He said respectfully, and then promptly left the room.
Neil Braun's office was very dark, the only light coming from a reddish lamp in the corner behind his desk. The club owner sat behind a large, heavy wooden desk, staring at Elsie. "Please sit," he said pleasantly. "Would you care for a drink?"
"No thanks," she replied still standing. "I'm actually in a bit of a hurry. My room mate should be here soon to pick me up, so..." Her voice trailed off.
He looked at her, smiling dangerously. "Miss Land, did you read the forms you signed earlier this evening?" His smile grew as Elsie's mouth opened and closed, thinking back to her shame as she bent over in front of the squat dumpy man staring at her breasts. "I see. I would suggest that you should do that in the future. You see, in those forms, which qualify as a legal binding contract, it states that if you are to win the contest, you have to submit to me for a weekend as my sexual slave. You are required to fulfill any wish I may have for the next 72 hours, or you won't be seeing that $5000 any time soon."
Elsie stared at the man, aghast. Neil laughed lightly. "Your roommate has already been contacted and told that as a part of your winnings, you have received an all expenses paid trip to New York for the weekend. She assured me that she would tell anyone this if they asked after your whereabouts. Which means," he continued, getting up from his seat, "that you and I need to spend a little time getting to know each other."
Elsie turned and bolted to the door. To her horror, the handle was locked. "Really, did you think I would let you get away that easily?" Neil asked her, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her waist. "This will be so much easier if you don't struggle, Miss Lane." Elsie whimpered as his hands trailed up her torso to her large, pillowy breasts. His fingers traced her erect nipples through her shirt. "Mmmmmm..... God, how I wanted to grab these gorgeous titties on stage earlier. Now they'll be mine for the whole weekend." He roughly turned her around in his arms. Elsie felt numb. Her shock was so strong that she was unable to fight back.
"I love your little costume, Miss Lane... I've always had a bit of a thing for young schoolgirls." Neil whispered to her as he looked her body over. "Especially ones with big, round bottoms," his hands went to her ass, clutching and pinching her cheeks, "huge breasts," his hands moved back up to her large tits, "a pillowy mouth, perfect for accepting something large to suck on," he gently grazed her lips with his own, "and best of all, a bare, soft pussy for me to claim as my own. I wonder, have you already fulfilled the last requirement, Miss Lane?"