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Ellie had watched him for months now, careful never to
be noticed. He had watched his every move. She knew
his favorite meal, his favorite women, how we preferred brunettes
to blondes, and even his favorite strip joint. She knew
he was a small time drug dealer who was trying
to move up in the world. For years, she had
been a good wife, loyal, supportive, and faithful, and then
one day it just all went. Her world was lost,
and in that moment she found freedom. She had spent
her life pleasing other people, making them happy, only to
learn a harsh life lesson of how quickly that could change,
how brutal life could be, no matter how nice and
good you were. It was a cold lesson on just
how punishing the world could be to nice people. It
changed her. She knew her mom would say not in
a good way, but her mom was long since gone.
Now it was just Ellie taking what she wanted. He
was certainly a man the old Elli wouldn't have even considered,
but now while she was most definitely very single minded.
Dinner in pursuit of him, watching him enter broads and bars,
possibly the sedious strip joint in town, she knew it
would be at least two hours before he left, after
enjoying a cage and shrimp dinner, several shots of his
favorite whistlepig rye whiskey, the attention of whatever stripper unfortunate
enough to fall foul of his dubious charms. Ellie sank
back into the shadows of the alleyway opposite the club.
She knew him so well now that she could even
track his footsteps through the club. Of course, the club
wasn't a brothel. They didn't actually condone touching or anything sexual. However,
they did happen to have private rooms at the back
for personal shows intimate shows, rooms that were soundproofed and
ordained with various sex toys and implements for men with
certain dark tastes. Apart from the door in and the
small window on the back wall, the rooms were completely secure.
The first time Ellie had tried to look through the window,
she had almost fallen off the palette she had stacked
to ensure her five foot frame could reach the window,
left clinging to the window sill. Fortunately, the woman was
making so much noise inside they didn't hear the echo
of the falling pallets, and for twenty minutes Ellie was
clung to the window sill till she heard its final
groans of satisfaction, and then the door. She smiled ruthfully
to herself as she remembered that night. Some may have
found it funny, almost slapstick, to watch the chain of events,
but she was in no mood for laughing afterwards. Certainly,
after releasing her grip and falling to the ground, she
had cursed loudly believing she had broken her ankle, another
tough lesson, do not wear killer hills when staking out
a sex joint. She had eventually settled on leaving a
small step ladder in one of the unused areas behind
the club. Miraculously, in that time no one had stolen it.
Over the months, she had watched him every night, learning
aught he liked. Every night, her plan became a little
clearer every night she became a little more aroused by
watching him. Goody two shoes. Ellie would never have considered
doing anything like that, but now damn if she wasn't
turned on by it, to the point of finding as
many porno films on the Internet as she could to
satisfy her dark urges to learn. Everything was now about
completing her plans successfully. Only when she did that would
she have true satisfaction. And now the day was almost here.
To morrow her plan would come together, but there was
much she had to do to night in preparation, so
knowing his movements for the rest of the night, Ellie
left the alley and walked to her one bedroom apartment,
just five minutes from the club. It was a far
cry from the detached, five bedroomed house she was proud
to live in just months ago. The streets here were
a storm of voices and sirens. She had been almost
deafened when she first took the apartment. Gone was a
bird's song at dawn, and the gentle hum of bees
in her colorful garden, the smell of flowers in freshly
cut grass, replaced by the stench of discard it takeaway meals,
and traffic pushing through her apartment door. She slammed it
shut with her back. The broken neon sign opposite lighting
her room. She looked at it for a moment, suppressing
the tears that were threatening in her eyes. How far
would one woman go for satisfaction, she whispered to herself.
Pushing off from the door, she dropped her clutch bag
on the bed as she entered the bathroom, pulling the
light cord, she took one last look at the image
in the mirror, her fingers playing with her naturally blonde hair.
She stared at it, taking in every inch but for
whispering good bye, and reaching for the bottle of hair
color on the glass shelf, and undressing for the shower.
Returning to the mirror ten minutes later, watched the hair
eye streaking her face. The blonde was gone. She just
had to wait for it to dry now and she
would be the exact shade of Brunetti loved so much.
Opening the bathroom cabinet, she grabbed a tube of loub
and a metal butt plug. Looking at it for a moment,
she half smiled as she remembered that just a few
months ago, she believed butt plugs were for gay people
to hold their crap in after they'd been fucked, turning
it in her fingers. Amused by her own naivete, she
grabbed a towel from the rail and went back to
her bed, spreading the towel over her pillows so the
dye didn't spread. She lay down, bending her knees before
covering the plug with lube. Although she had done this
for several weeks now ever since discovering that he particularly
liked anal, she still struggled to get the plug in place,
holding her breath for a moment as it caressed the
rosette of her ass, before forcing herself to relax and
pushing it gently inside. As she felt it move past
a tight ring of muscle, a second sensation arose through
her body, A warm glow of pleasure that she now
longed for. As it caressed the most private hotspots of
her body, a low moment of pleasure escaped her lips.
With her ass gently throbbing in delicious pleasure, she reached
for the TV remote and the vibrator on the nightstand.
Flicking the TV on, warm colors radiated through the room,
mixing with the glowing neon light from outside. Quickly pressing buttons,
Ellie eventually found the one she needed. A movie that
was absolutely terribly acted, but the lead melt in It
had a look of him watching as a woman on
the screen took the man's hard, thick cock deep into
her mouth. Ellie pushed her vibrator between her lips, suppressing
the urge to gag as it caressed the back of
her throat, thrusting it in and out of her mouth,
quickly whipping her tongue around it viciously for a moment,
feeling the sensation of a warm cock pulsing in her mouth,
turning it on, it vibrated heavily on her tongue, pushing
it again hard against the back of her throat. Her
other hand reached down, pinching her left nipple hart. She
squirmed in pleasure, her body clutched at the butt plug
in sheer delight. Tears stung her cheeks. Pushing her feet
into the mattress, Ellie slid the vibrator from her mouth,
quickly sliding it over her body before finding her trembling
pussy lips. Definitely turning the speed up, she thrust it
hard in between her wet folds, pushing it as deep
and hard as she could manage. Her core clutch aggressively
at the sensations moving between her ass and pussy, her
now well trained muscles holding the vibrator deep inside as
she released her grip, sliding her hand back up and
exposing her trembling clip from its hood, rubbing it furiously
with her fingertip, forcing a loud moan from her lips.
Suddenly remembering how paper thin the walls were, Ellie clamped
her hand over her mouth, stifling her moans. Squeezing her
eyes together tightly, she raised her hand before bringing it
down harshly against a clip, the wet spank echoing around
the room, accentuating the pleasure moving through a body, pinching
her clit roughly between her finger and thumb. She massaged
it hard, her feet pushed deeper into the mattress, her
toes grasping at the linen as a orchasm moved up
her thighs, forcing her eyes open. Ellie fixated on the
man on the screen as he the mature brunette in
the ass, his hands grasping her clip viciously controlling her orgasm.
She felt it building in herself, intensifying until she heard
him moan loudly, I'm coming for you, baby, And with that,
Ali released her orgasm, letting it cascade down her body,
a muffled cry of pleasure exploding between her fingers as
a wildfire spread through every inch of her body. She
let her hand fall from her mouth, closing her eyes,
enjoying the waves of pleasure caressing her body. She was ready,
she knew she was ready. He was not prepared for
her at all. Sleep came quickly as wicked images of
the plan dance through her dreams. That moment when she
would get satisfaction. Finally, Ellie's eyes flicked open as the
alarm on her phone sounded as always. It took her
a moment to remember where she was and why she
wasn't hearing the gentle chorus of birds song welcoming her
to the day. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts,
she smiled, today was the day. Moving her legs, she
removed the butlerg gently flicking the TV off, She got
up and went to the shower, returning after just a
few moments, she rummied through her limited clothing, selecting the
items she brought us specially for today. She laid the
outfits on the bed before staring at her naked body,
nodding gently as she said, you're ready, girl. Taking the
lacetop stockings from the bed, she rolled them up before
gently sliding them up her legs, immersing herself in the
gentle caress of the lace against her still sensitive thighs,
resisting the urge to touch her pussy again despite the
growing anticipation of today. Talking with the lace panties for
a moment, she wondered how they might feel against her
still throbbing clin. Taking a breath, slid them on, feeling
the soft material kiss her clits so gently. In goosebumps
up and down her body. The ape that still burned
in her nipples intensified as she felt the lace of
the bra rub over them. Ellie gasped at the sensation,
moving into a core. Her pussy clutched tightly in the
warm trickle of her passion and dripped down the inside
of a thigh. Looking in the mirror, Ellie had to
admit the lingerie made her feel a lot sexier, a
lot more like the woman she needed to be today tonight.
Adjusting her bra in a vain attempt to make her
breast look a little fuller, she turned back toward the bed,
taking the skirt and shirt from the mattress. She felt
a little disappointed at having to cover the lingerie before
slipping her feet into a pair of painted at Black
Hills and leaving for the interview that would change everything.
She'd been inside broads and beers during the evenings, and
it was dark and seedy. The dance law and bar
were the only areas that were well lit. Seeing it
now with all the lights on, it frankly looked like
a dive. Cleaners were desperately trying to clean up the
mess from last night's events. Beer bottles were discarded all
over the floor, and various pieces of dubious looking screwed
up tissue adorned the tables around the dance floor. A
few short months ago, she couldn't have visiaged a place
like this existed, let alone that she was going to
be walking into it one day and applying for a job.
How life had changed so quickly. On the turn of
a dime, Ellie was approached by what could only be
described as a monster of a man. Even beneath his
overgrown beard, Ellie could see the scars meadals from a
long history of fights that marked its face. Miraculously, the
scars distorted his face into something even uglier than nature
it intended. We're closed, the man growled. I'm here for
an interview, she whimpered, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Speaking into a radio. The bee suttered, mister Robson, you
have an interview. A voice crackled in the radio. Ellie
couldn't make out what he said. Follow me, the man
eventually said, leading her to the rear. At the main room,
he knocked on an innocuous and plane door. A voice responded, curtly, come,
Swinging the door open, the monster of a man guided
Ellie inside before closing it behind her. I'm busy, so
I'll be brief the house gets twenty percent of your tips.
You dance and strip to your panties no further on
the main stage. If you get asked for a private show,
that's all yours. We don't run a brothel. What you
do in the private shows is between you and the client.
He finally took a breath, his eyes moving up and
down her body. Ellie held her breath, knowing that any
second now he was going to ask her to strip.
Her body fluttered with nerves. Do you understand, he asked? Eventually, yes,
Ellie murmured, A little taken aback good, be here for
seven p m. Sharp, and make sure you wash beforehand.
Nothing more off putting than a dirty pussy, he sneered,
his gaze still lingering on her body. Oh okay, is
that it? She asked. Yes, I would ask for a show,
but I'm busy and I've already done four interviews this morning,
and there's only so many blow jobs a man needs
in a day. Add your name to the list of
dancers on your way out, he said, as his gaze
fell back to the computer screen in front of him.
The man Monster was still outside, obviously waiting for her.
He attempted what might pass for a smile before leading
her back through the club. Stopping at the far end
of the bar. He turned to Ellie and asked, so,
did you get the job? Does anyone not get the job?
She smiled, trying to mock friendliness. No, add your name
to the list, he growled, shoving her clipboarder Ellie. Ellie
took the pen clip to the top and scrawled her
name on the paper. As I'm guessing you're new to
this game. He attempted another smile and failed, miserably, scar tissue,
making his face look even worse than before. Bring a
purse to keep your tips in between shows. Drop it
at the back of the stage when you come in,
and take it when you leave. That will make sure
nothing get stolen. I'm stood there during the show, and
if anyone asked for a private show with you, I'll
let you know. Staring at him for a moment, Ali
wondered if there was something human in thereafter all. Simply smiling,
she said, thank you. I'm Elli. By the way, I'm Julian,
he growled. Julian. Really, geez, your folks had another image
of you in their head when you were born, she thought, giggling,
in the privacy of her mind. Leaving, Ellie returned to
her apartment, ignoring the arguments echoing through the walls and
the police sirens outside. She focused on preparing herself for
the night ahead, her nerves beginning to tremble in anticipation.
Taking a small amethyst pendant from her dressing table, the
only thing that she had here from her rather life,
she studied the light glinting through it for a moment
as it glowed with a beautiful purple heartbeat, a present
on her first wedding anniversary. She fought back the tears
as she threaded a new wire cord through the silver clasp,
securing it. She would wear this tonight. It was symbolic,
It was important to Ellie, and now that is all
that mattered. Returning to the club just before seven, the
doors closed, She knocked in a way she hoped sounded confident,
despite the nerves vibrating through her body. Julian opened the
door and tried another smile. Ellie ignored the painfully horrific
look on his face and smiled back. Without a word exchanged.
She entered the club, following him to the top of
the bar, where what could be best described as a
mature woman stood looking impatiently at her name. She spat
out Ellie. Ellie responded, he kay, you're on probation tonight.
If you don't get more than three hundred bucks worth
of tips, you won't be back tomorrow. I've put you
in the second routine. Julian here will show you the
changing room. The woman ticked next to where Ellie had
put her name on the clipboard earlier and turned away.
Surprisingly gently, Julian put his hand on her shoulder and
guided her to a darkened corridor. Eventually he broke the
silence between them. Ignore her. She's bitchy about all the
new dances, jealous and all. If you get any trouble tonight,
just raise your hand to me. I'll make sure it stops.
And he smiled and thanked him. He almost sounded like
he cared. Ellie wasn't sure what she expected of the
changing room, but it was surprisingly well lit and clean,
probably the cleanest area of the club she had seen
so far. Keeping herself to herself, her lack of confidence showing,
she sat in the corner of the room, away from
the other girls. The noise outside grew presumingly as the
club opened, She just knew he would be here already
sat outside waiting for her, although he didn't know it yet. Eventually,
a light flashed on the wall, and six girls got
up from their chairs and filed out under the cheering
audience flooded into the room through the briefly opened door.
Ellie's nerves flooded over her body. Was she really doing this?
And dressing down to her bra and panties, she took
the amethyst pendant from her purse before kissing it and
placing it over her head. It fell around her neck. Eventually,
the light flashed again and the girls fared back in.
Ellie stood and followed the line of girls out into
the darkness of the club, the raised down floor shining
brightly as she walked up the steps. Dropping her purse
to the side where Julian stood, she squinted at the audience,
straining to see her Quarry. Quickly maneuvering between the other girls,
she positioned herself in front of him, starting to move.
The dance steps she had been practicing for months seemed
to escape her mind. All she could do was see
with the images of him in various carnal positions. Panic
set in which she screwed up at the end despite
all the preparation. Clutching the pole behind her, she instead
decided to mimic the position she had seen various women
in with him, awkwardly gyrating her hips between positions, hoping
to inspire some memory in him. The moment seemed to
drag on for hours. Of all the music died to silence.
Not one tip, she thought, as she left the stage
with the other girls, their thongs brimming with money. Cursing
her stupidity, she grabbed her purse and returned to the
changing room, sitting suddenly in the darkened corner. Boy, did
I fuck this up? She muttered. Suddenly there was a
knock on the door. Julian opened it and called to her, Ali,
you have a private show. Stood up and left the
gaulping girls behind her, following Julian down a darkened corridor
to the back of the club. He knocked on the door,
opened it, and ushered her inside, closing it behind her.
He sat there in the corner, shrouded by the shadows.
The smell of his cologne hung heavy in the room.
The nerves returned to Ellie with a vengeance. Show me
your ass he commanded in strong, cold terms. Ellie strode
over to him, turning, moved her butt in what she
hoped desperately was a sexy way, skimming it over his pants.
She was sure she could feel the hard tip of
his erection through the soft material. Grabbing her viciously, he
pushed her over a bench in the middle of the room,
his fingers teasing through the band of her thong before
twisting it and ripping it from her, gasting it to
the floor. Ellie gasped as a cold air bruised at
her pussy, forcing it to tremble and clutch, a rush
of arousal moving through a body. He stepped away, moving
to the wall and selecting a flogger from the array
of implements that adorn the wall. Returning, he placed his
hand firmly on the small of her back, before raising
his other hand and bringing the flogger down brutally across
her ass. The beautiful sting of pleasure ricocheted through a body,
forcing a moan from Ellie's mouth, as if he had
switched a button on. She was suddenly so turned on
she was here actually doing this. The flogger hit again,
his leather strands, whipping at the back of her thighs,
that sting burning into a grass, tensing it before releasing
and letting that heat move into her pussy. Another thrash
of the flogger, Ellie could smell her fragrance fill the
room as he grunted in satisfaction. Dropping the flogger, he
returned to the wall, her pussy dripping with anticipation as
he thrust the largest vibrator Ellie could imagine deep inside her.
Holy fuck, Ellie mutters as he turned it on, the
barbaric vibration causing her body to shake. He stepped back
another grunt of satisfaction before Ellie heard the whisper of
his pants dropping to the floor. Taking the vibrator out
of her pussy without ceremony, he thrust deep inside a
raking pussy. Ellie clutched desperately the wood of the bench
as he hammered deep and hard into her, his hands
moving over the globe of her cheeks, parting them before
he viciously thrust two fingers through the rosette of her ass,
his long fingers thrusting in and out. Ellie's body tensed
in pleasure. His burned down her cheeks as his cock
and fingers thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Fuck,
she was going to come, and then he pulled out,
leaving her pussing aching to be filled again. Fuck, she
cried roughly. He pushed a vibrator into a pussy. Holy fuck,
she screamed as she felt it touching the end of
her parting her cheeks. He pushed his throbbing cock, still
wet with her juices, into her ass. In the sensation
of his cock tight inside her and the vibrator throbbing
mercilessly in her pussy, and he felt her orgasm rising,
her body clutching hard on his cock, rubbing along his
length with every thrust. A loud groan echoed around the
room as she felt intense the hot stream of his
cum filling her ass. As her own body climaxed intensely.
She panted wildly as she clutched at the bench, sending
the shockwaves a pleasure jolting like a lexturisty through her body. Finally,
she muttered between gasps, I want you to fuck my
mouth uttered something that sounded like approval, before removing his
cock from her ass, rolling her over on the bench
as she slid down to her knees, grabbing her discarded
thumb from the floor, rubbing it around his still hard cock,
and rubbing her hands slowly up and down, cleaning him
and bringing life back into his fading erection. Satisfied it
was ready, she teased her tongue around the tip of
his cock, looking at him, watching his eyes close in
pleasure as her fingers massaged his bulls, her other hand
slipping through the thin wire of her pendulum and sliding
it gently over her head, grasping his balls tightly. His
cock grew from the pleasure as Ellie laced her fingers
through the wire, grasping the pendulum to ensure she didn't
cut her own fingers. On the cheese wire, she twisted
and tightened it viciously around his shaft. Blood dripping from
the caress of the cheese wire, he screamed in agony. Quickly,
she grabbed the vibrator from a pussy, lacing it through
the wire and turning it, forcing the cheese wire through
sinew and muscle, watching the agony moving over his face
in waves of pain, his hand trying to clutch wildly
at her hair, but panic in pain. Confusing his judgment,
Elie whispered, six months ago, you cut off my husband's
cock for a bet. How does it feel, dick weed,
twisting the vibrator again, the cheese wire tearing through the
remains of his erection. As blood poured over Ellie's breast,
she put her mouth over the remains of his cock
and bit hard on the severed wound, feeling that his
now flaccid cock drop into her mouth. Through sheer agony
and blood loss, he collapsed to the floor, his body
pulsing blood from the torn stem of his cock. Standing,
Ellie spat the end of his cock from her mouth
on to his quivering body, before saying, no one fucks
with my husband but me. Staring down at his body
lying in the quickly pulling blood, she said in an undertone, fuck,
the sudden realization dawning on her that she had never
planned past this point. The window was too small for
her to get through, and she was covered in blood
and completely naked, something that even in this city was
considered unusual, and she had no way of cleaning up.
Deciding the only way to handle it was to claim
it was an accident, she wiped the blood from her
chin with her thong and opened the door slightly. Julian
stood dutifully outside. Turning her, he gave her a brief nod.
Or done, he asked, er yes, Alice said sheepishly, Can
you come in? There's been a bit of an accident,
and Julian shook his head despondently as he pushed through
the door. That's no accident, he said, gruffly, staring at
the dying man. You know, you people get messier and
messier with these jobs, he said, grinning widely. You people,
What the fuck was he on about? Well, you know
you can't always be tidy, she said, confused, but having
no option but to follow this ride on wherever it
was going. Time was you would just shoot him in
the eye. Guess you have to get creative, even as
a hit man, to stave off the boredom a hit man.
I knew you weren't a dancer when I saw you,
and honestly, he said, smiling cruelly, you might want to
work on your dance moves if you're going to try
this way again. You were so obvious. Kicking the now
lifeless body, Julian said, I'll get your contract money you'll
clothes and a towel for you to clean up with,
leave the body to me. As he reached the door
to leave, he turned and giggled like a schoolboy before saying, shit,
this is one hell of a hit. No one's going
to believe me on this one. Eventually returning with a briefcase,
towels and clothes along with a body bag. He said,
we were told you would being tomorrow to hit him.
Guess the bosses were desperate to get shot of him.
Too much ambition. This one not healthy in his line
of work. As she cleaned up and dressed, Julian said,
you better hurry up. I've called a cab. It will
pick you up from front of the club in about
five minutes. You will never here. I'll call it in
shortly so the bosses no, it's done, thanks, Julian. Elie said,
her mind still a maze of confusion, Kissing him gently
on the cheek, She grabbed the brief case before leaving.
She held her breath while walking through the club, sure
that every eye in the room was on her, not
breathing again until she was outside, as promised, a yellow
cab waited for her. The driver just asked roughly where
to Pausing for a moment, the driver realized her weariness.
It's okay, I'm with the firm. Breathing a sigh of relief,
she gave him her home address. Two minutes later, they
pulled up outside her apartment block. Alie stepped inside the stairwell,
waiting until the cab driver left. Content that she was
alone again, she called for another cab. Ten minutes later,
a yellow cab pulled up on the curb in front
of her, and twenty minutes later they pulled up outside
the detached house in the suburbs. The choie to the area,
creating an automatic relaxation at Allie. As she stepped out
of the cab, bright lights shone through the windows, welcoming
and warm. Opening the front door, Ali walked back into
her life. A voice called from the sitting room. Is
that you, honey? Yes, I'm home. Just grabbing a shower
real quick. Making her way upstairs, she turned the shower
on in her own suite before undressing and stepping under
the warm stream of water. The memories of the past
few days being washed away. Streams of hair dye pulled
in the shower before vanishing down the blood hole. Slipping
into a robe, she returned downstairs to the sitting room.
Chris was sat on the sofa. He tried to get up,
but obviously struggling. She said, don't get up, as she
sat down next to him, putting his arm around her.
He kissed her forehead before whispering into her hair, I've
missed you, so tell me. How was the course? Did
you get the job? Caressing his cheek gently before kissing him,
she said, you know what I think I did. Relaxing,
she nuzzled in tight against him. She was home. Finally
rubbing his hand up and down her back. He said quietly,
I'm glad. Maybe less late nights from now on. Maybe
maybe not. She replied, so well, I hope it doesn't
give you any nightmass. Let's leave it at that. I
look forward to you joining me again, Yes, and so
we can get wild and bad and always with your
pleasure in mind. This is devil and wild, wishing your
delicious dreams. M