Chapter 6: Strip Club Humiliation
The next day for Gene at the office was torment. He kept remembering the taste of all the pussy the night before and anticipating their trip to the strip club tonight all the while feeling the pressure of the chastity cage tightening painfully around his imprisoned cock.
When the day finally ended, he walked home on autopilot, his mind reeling.
As he stepped inside the bungalow, he was welcomed by an enchanting aroma coming from the kitchen.
"Absolutely, darling, I guessed it would take you forever to get this group under control. Come, sit down and let me feed you." Brenda called out, inviting him lovingly towards the kitchen.
He faltered for a moment, taking in the sight before him.
Brenda stood in front of him dressed in a slutty low cut red dress that hugged her luscious curves. She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples were clearly evident through the thin material. The dress had a slit up the side exposing her shapely legs and feet in stiletto heels. Her wild flowing red mane spreading out over her shoulders. She was dressed just like one of the strippers might be at the club they were going to visit.
The mere image of his wife in that provocative outfit was enough to make him weak in the knees.
"Hurry up and change honey. We're going to meet the gang at a restaurant downtown before we head to the club. I laid out some clothes on the bed I'd like you to wear." she said suggestively.
Gene hurriedly went to his and Brenda's bedroom and looked at the outfit Brenda had laid out for him. There was a pair of large women's panties on the bed next to a pair of tight faux leather pants that would clearly show the bulge of his chastity cage. A loose flowing shirt and matching black leather vest completed the attire.
He slipped into the outfit and surveyed himself in the mirror one last time before joining Brenda in the kitchen. The outfit showed off his body well, but the tight thin pants made the chastity cage and panties visible and he was nervous about going out in public like this, much less to a strip club.
Brenda caught his glance in the mirror and grinned. "Don't worry, cucket, you look fuckable as hell. You'll have every woman's attention out there tonight." She winked at him, pulling him close for a quick kiss. "Now let's get going. We don't want to be late."
Brenda exclaimed.
Gene slid into the passenger seat of their car, and Brenda revved the engine to life. The sleek vehicle roared to life, heading down the dark roads to the restaurant downtown. The night air was dense with excitement, and Gene's palms began to sweat. His heart thumped wildly as he thought about the raucous club they'd be visiting together.
The restaurant was a modern upscale eatery situated in an old warehouse district. A fitting location for a gathering of indulgent, open-minded friends.
The rusted iron supports peeking out from the brick walls gave the space a rugged feel, while the modern overhead lighting exposed the character of the original architecture.
Brenda parked her car in a dimly lit corner of the bustling lot, which was dotted with luxury vehicles. The two quickly exited, with Gene nervously smoothing the fabric of his form-fitting outfit as he followed his wife inside.
Upon entry, they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of various sauces and slow-cooked meals.
Jazz beats floated through the air as Gene and Brenda made their way to a large booth in the far corner where their friends were already seated. Along the way, Brenda attracted the attention of every man in the restaurant with her striking red hair, gorgeous body, and slutty outfit.
Tom, Markus, Kevin, and Ryan sat with Jess, Ava, and Layla crammed around the table booth, swirling colorful cocktails and waving energetically as they approached. As Gene scanned the group, his eyes met Ryan's and he felt his cock twitch involuntarily in its chastity cage; just one of the many reminders of the objectifying events from the night before.
Brenda slid into the plush booth beside Kevin, who scooted in close and wrapped his arm possessively around her shoulder. The heat of their connection was palpable and Gene felt another pang of humiliation.
"I was telling everyone about how you handled yourself last night" Brenda gushed to the table. "You made me incredibly proud."
The group clapped and laughed approvingly at Gene's small victory. As the chatter continued, he couldn't help but shrink under their praise, finding little comfort in the compliments.
As they ate their dinner, the group joked about all their sexual adventures together Their experiences had brought the whole group closer together and gave the group a unique atmosphere of shared intimacy. Everyone relaxed and enjoyed themselves with Gene getting constant reminders of his lower status and humiliating role as sexual servant.
As they wrapped up the meal and paid the bill, the excitement of the group increased in anticipation of their next joint adventure.
"Okay, alright," Ryan shouted cheerily from across the table, "let's get this show on the road – or rather, take it on the road. The club is waiting, and if we don't get there soon, they might be having second thoughts about even letting us in."
Brenda squeezed Kevin close and grinned with a devilish glint in her eyes.
"Oh, my love, I don't think we have to worry about that.
I have a few tricks up my sleeve to make sure we're welcomed with open arms," Brenda said with an unmistakable flirtatious lilt in her voice. She and Kevin slid out of the booth, while Tom, Markus, and Kevin smirked knowingly, anticipating the sultry scene to follow.
Armed with a confidence Gene had never experienced from her before, Brenda led them out of the restaurant to a dimly lit parking lot. They got in their cars and formed a caravan headed over to the seedy side of town.
The streets grew darker, and Gene's heart beat faster with a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. He had never been to this part of town, and it seemed to be overrun with late-night bars, liquor stores, and illicit businesses. Soon enough, they arrived at a large building with no windows and a neon sign that read "Oz: A Gentleman's Club."
Brenda switched off the engine and winked at Gene.
"Time to give them something to really stare at, don't you think?" she asked.
Gene hesitated, before nodding weakly. Brenda offered him a confidence-boosting smile before stepping out of the car, her high heels clicking against the pavement.
She strutted towards the club entrance, the sky-high heels accentuating her long, slender legs. Her red dress hugged her hips, showing off her curves perfectly, and her flowing red hair cascaded down her back.
Gene couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he watched his wife walk towards the club. He had never seen her so confident, so free.
As they approached the entrance a burly bouncer sat at the door checking ID's. He smiled at Brenda appreciatively as she approached. The club had lots of male patrons, but beautiful female customers were more rare and helped liven the place up.
Brenda wasn't just any ordinary patroness; she drew attention with her fiery red hair, fierce kinky curls, sensational strut, and slutty outfit.
Gene followed Brenda meekly into the club with the rest of their crew lining up behind him.
The neon lights flickered and cast dancing shadows as the group entered the dark club.
Tom and Brenda led the way, Brenda's high heels clicking seductively against the grimy floor beneath her and her red hair illuminated golden yellow by the parking lot lights outside. The air grew thick with heat and sweat as men and women alike cheered her entry into the club. A wave of emotions hit Gene as he observed Brenda's embrace of her new image, a sense of pride and envy washing over him simultaneously.
Shaking off those feelings, he focused on the group ahead of him, as they made their way to a large table centrally located next to the stage. He saw Brenda hug the skimpily clad waitress as she removed the reserved sign from their table.
Kevin pulled Brenda onto his lap and Markus sat down next to her as they laughed and flirted with the girl. Gene shifted nervously, feeling the heat in his chastity cage and the waves of jealously passing over him.
Ava sat next to Markus and looked at Gene, who was still standing awkwardly behind Tom. She motioned for him to join her across from Brenda and Kevin, her lips curled into a playful grin as she whispered something to Jessica.
Jess's blue-green eyes danced with excitement, and she gave Gene a knowing nod. Gene squirmed under their gaze as he squeezed past Tom, who winked at him and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Here, darling. You look a bit flushed. You should have a drink." Brenda said as she handed him a colorful cocktail from the tray offered by the passing waitress. The alcohol was cold and refreshing against the heat of his nerves, and Gene gulped it down greedily.
Brenda chuckled softly, brushing his hair away from his forehead. "Easy there, tiger. I want you to last and see the show."
Gene took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he looked around the dimly lit club. The air was heavy with smoke and loud music, and the dance floor was packed with writhing bodies moving suggestively to the beat.
The main stage was surrounded by tables, and Gene found himself sitting right next to it, close enough to see every curve of the dancers' bodies as they slid up and down the poles.
Brenda's hand was on his thigh, caressing him gently as the dancers twirled and swayed on stage.
The music pulsed, filling Gene's ears, and he felt a wave of shyness and inadequacy wash over him as he took in the beauty and sex appeal of the dancers on stage. Their bodies were perfect, taught and muscular, with each movement executed with a grace and skill that seemed almost inhuman.
As he watched a particularly shapely dancer, Brenda leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Don't be shy, honey. Go give the girl a tip." she said sliding a $5 bill into his hand.
He looked at the money hesitantly before nodding woodenly, his cheekbones flushed. Gene stood up awkwardly and approached the stage as he'd seen other men do, holding the bill in his hand.
The dancer caught his eye and maneuvered his direction while continuing her erotic moves. As she approached, she dropped into a crouch with here legs spread wide exposing her glistening pussy to Gene's eyes and running her finger across her clit. She stared in his eyes, bringing her finger up to her mouth and licked it while using her other hand to pull the bill from Gene's sweaty hand.
Gene bowed his head, embarrassed but unable to suppress the growing excitement he felt as he returned to his seat.
Brenda leaned in to whisper in his ear,
"That's it, sweetie, you're learning how to show some domination. Now don't you think we're ready for the real show?"
He nodded dumbly as his heart pounded in his chest, the humiliation of the act becoming a mix of lust and excitement.
As the dancer finished her routine and worked her way off stage, Brenda stood up, all eyes following her movements as she scanned the sea of faces below the stage. She caught the DJs gaze and winked at him, a seductive smile on her lips. Gene and the rest of the group watched with bated breath as DJ smiled and announced over the loud speaker.
"We have a special treat for you tonight ladies and gentleman. We have an exciting new amateur performing for the very first time here for her cuckold husband and friends. Let's give a warm welcome to Mistress Brenda!" he called out as the crowd roared in applause.
Brenda stepped onto the stage, beaming with pride as she waved at her friends and husband. Gene was totally shocked. He never thought Brenda would ever be this brazen in front of a crowd of strangers. A strange mix of pride and lust ran through him as he thought about her exposing her body wantonly to all these men.
It was evident that she was in her element as she began to work the stage, commanding attention and requesting the DJ to play her favorite songs.
The music blared from the oversized speakers, making the whole room tremble slightly with every bass drop. The other patrons began to meld together as a single entity, their eyes fixated on Brenda's every move.
She swayed and wriggled, moving her hips seductively and running her hands up and down her gorgeous body. Gene would never have guessed she had never done this before. She seemed to know instinctively how to drive the watching men crazy.
As the second song started to play, she coy fully turned around, unzipping her slinky dress and letting it fall to the floor leaving her clad in nothing more than high heels and lacy panties. You could hear a collective gasp from the watching men as her perfect firm C-cup breasts came fully into view. Kevin, Markus, Tom, and Ryan all hooted appreciatively and the girls all shouted encouragement.
Gene's eyes were glued to Brenda's every move, his pulse quickening with each glimpse he caught of her perky, exposed breasts. As she bent over to grab the pole, her full round ass was now in clear view and he could see the juices starting to soak her panties. She was clearly getting off on exposing herself this way. He squirmed in his seat, the chastity cage growing even more uncomfortable as his cock strained behind it.
As her routine progressed, Brenda captured the energy of the room and her sultry dance moves ignited the men's hunger to possess her. Guys started lining up in front of the stage to give her tips.
Brenda welcomed the attention, flirting with them shamelessly as she slipped their dollar bills into lacy g-string.
At this point, Gene was barely breathing, his whole body was in turmoil. Watching his wife grind provocatively on stage, exposing herself to all these men, and flirting with them with such abandon was both a turn on and a blow to his pride.
Brenda finally finished her pole dance by making her exit down the stairs on the left of the stage.
She was greeted with enthusiastic applause and whistles from the crowd as she strutted over to their table.
Gene's eyes tracked her every movement, unable to tear himself away from the sight of his wife having such an obvious good time.
A mixture of relief and dread passed through him as Brenda approached. The relief came from Gene's desperation for her to stop exposing herself so brazenly on stage. He worried that one of the other patrons might attempt to follow through on their advances.
Brenda made no moves to dress as she sat down on Markus lap wearing just the G-string and high heels.
The group roared their approval at her and the waitress hurriedly brought over another tray of drinks.
Kevin leaned in and whispered something in Brenda's ear, his lips close to her cheek. Brenda giggled and nodded eagerly, slipping her arm around Kevin's neck and bringing him in for a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate. The others cheered boisterously whilst Gene sat silently, his emotions spiraling out of control.
In that moment, the dancer Gene had originally tipped sauntered over to their table and sat on Gene's lap. She looked over at Brenda sprawled between Kevin and Markus and gave her a big smile. "That was really impressive honey. Which one of these lucky guys is your husband?" she asked, gesturing towards Tom, Kevin, Markus and Ryan with a playful grin on her face. Gene blushed fiercely, finding it hard to conceal the jealousy roiling inside him.
"Well, he happens to be the guy, whose lap your sitting on" Brenda offered with a big smile on her face. "But don't worry, I keep him under lock and key."
The dancer gawked at Gene, amused and perhaps a tad envious of his beautiful wife's flair for the dramatic. "What do you mean, under lock and key?"
asked the dancer, curious and intrigued. She couldn't help but glance at Gene with a knowing grin, as she shifted on his lap.
The table erupted with laughter, the tension dissipating slightly from the earlier heavy atmosphere.
Brenda, beaming with pride and humor, grabbed the dancer's hand and gently placed it on Gene's crotch. "See for yourself" she said with a conspiratorial wink.
The dancer, now thoroughly entertained, gingerly explored the area, causing Gene to shrink slightly with embarrassment.
"Ah, I see what you mean" she said, acknowledging Brenda with a knowing grin. "I bet his little dick can't satisfy you, can it?"
Brenda's confidence grew as she leaned in to whisper, "No, he certainly can't! It's been locked up for a couple of months, and I doubt he even remembers what it's like to be feel the inside of my pussy."
A hush fell upon the table, followed by eruptions of boisterous laughter.
Brenda let her head fall back in enjoyment as the dancer followed suit with a chuckle, her hand still resting on the outline of the chastity cage.
“Ooh, you poor thing. How long has it been since you've had an orgasm honey” she asked Gene, giving him a naughty wink.
Gene’s face burned as he felt trapped, both physically and emotionally—with the chastity cage and with the weight of her hand on his groin.
Brenda answered for him. "Oh, he has lots of orgasms, he's just learned to have them with a dick up his ass or in his mouth."
Brenda confirmed coolly with a knowing grin as she wiggled her ass on Markus lap while Kevin openly groped her body.
The dancer playfully adjusted her shirt, shimmying her impressive cleavage back into plain sight as she regarded Gene with amusement and a touch of smugness. She looked back at Brenda "I'm Angie by the way. I'm always happy to meet strong sexual women." she said, reaching out to shake Brenda's hand.
"Aww, that's so sweet. I'm Brenda and let me introduce you to my friends."
She went around the table and introduced Angie to her lovers and girl friends.
"And that handsome devil over there is my cuckold husband and our mutual bitch, Gene," Brenda finished as she grasped Gene by the chin and forced him to look up from his lap at her, their eyes meeting.
Angie looked over at Gene, amusement flickering in her gaze.
"Oh, I see. Well then hello there, Gene." She said as she leaned into him brushing her full breast into his chest, her grin spreading from ear to ear as if she just unraveled a great secret.
Gene blushed profusely amid the raucous laughter of their companions.
The sensation of the dancer's breast against his chest and her soft full ass on his leg stirred a familiar surge of desire in him, a stark reminder of his weakness in the face of alluring women.
Ava spoke up from across the table. "Would you like to see some video's of our bitch in action?" Ava asked Angie with a glint in her eyes.
"Oh, I'd love too," Angie replied with growing curiosity.
Brenda gestured towards the bag she'd tucked beneath the table as they arrived. Gene stared at it, a shiver running down his spine knowing it contained the videos and pictures of his humiliating experiences the girls had shared with him last night.
"Go ahead, darling. Show them," Brenda instructed Ava.
Ava rummaged through the bag and produced a small tablet, which she passed around the circle to Angie. The group watched with humorous fascination as Angie clicked to start the screen show.
She smiled wickedly and glanced at Gene, her eyes glittering with a touch of amusement as she clicked the button. She was still sitting in Gene's lap so he got a close up view of everything she was seeing.
The screen flickered on and filled the table with an array of colorful images and videos: Gene on his hands and knees sucking off guys at the swingers party; Gene lapping the cum off Brenda and Jessica after the gangbang; Gene getting pegged by Ava while licking James ass: and finally Gene in the sex swing getting spit roasted by Markus and Kevin.
The room grew quiet as Angie watched the screenshots of Gene in humiliating positions, a gleeful smile playing on her lips. The group watched eagerly, as he squirmed and blushed an even deeper shade of crimson.
"I like diamonds to glisten, gold to sparkle, but there's nothing quite like a real man in a state of submission and shame," she purred, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.
Gene shrunk further into himself, feeling awkward and defeated as this new woman witnessed his degradation.
"Wow, this is really something" Angie responded. "I've seen a lot of shit before, but this sure takes the cake."
Angie murmured as she continued to scroll through the videos of Gene’s pitiful submission.
"Oh, he's becoming quite the little cock whore. The bitch craves humiliation. He acts all embarrassed and shy, but I guarantee he's about to come bursting out of that chastity cage of his." Brenda said laughing.
"Jessica here can tell you. She loves watching Gene choke on big black cocks while I masturbate."
Jessica smirked, nodding her head in agreement. "Oh yeah, it's definitely fun to watch."
Gene could feel his face grow hotter and hotter as the people around him laughed. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
But, instead, Brenda leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Come on, baby, don't be shy. Let them see what you're made of."
Gene took a deep breath and gave a weak nod, feeling the prying eyes of the group as well as the strangers around them.
Angie's grin grew even wider as she glanced at Brenda. "I like this one," she said, before looking back at Gene.
"How long have you been wearing that thing?" She wiggled her hand suggestively on his crotch again.
Gene, in an effort to regain control of the situation, blurted out, "More than two months now." He mentally cringed as the words left his mouth.
Brenda's friends erupted into laughter and Brenda herself wore a smug smile. "See Angie, I told you he's our bitch."
Angie cackled, finding Gene's discomfort hilarious. She looked at Brenda "Do you mind if I share these videos with a few of the other girls? I'm sure they would all get a kick out of it."
Brenda's eyes glittered with excitement and humor at the prospect of Angie sharing their dirty little secret with her stripper friends.
Gene's heart started pounding in his chest as Angie's fingers continued to explore the outline of his chastity cage, her touch light and curious.
Without a second thought, Brenda responded, "Sure, why not? The more people who know about my perfect little cuckold the better!" She gave Angie a playful wink. "Feel free to share them with whoever you want, just make sure you bring my tablet back before we leave."
Brenda murmured coyly.
Angie chuckled, her fingers tracing back and forth across the thick outline of the chastity cage. "I'm sure they will all be very impressed. It's not every day you get to see something as unique as this in action."
Brenda smirked, "Tell me about it—it's not every day you find a man who is so willing to serve your every need such a dedicated way."
"Cool, I'm going to have to do my routine in a bit. I'll send this around to the other girls and bring it back after my next dance." Angie winked at Gene, before standing up from his lap, her perfect ass jiggling as she sauntered away, the tablet clutched to her chest.
Brenda watched her go with a gleeful grin. "Oh, this is going to be fun!" she exclaimed as she hugged Kevin and Markus from each side, her chest pressed against their muscular arms.
Gene watched Angie's every move as she disappeared in the crowd and slid further down in his seat. He was feeling more and more embarrassed and humiliated with each minute that passed.
A strange man came up to their table and approached Brenda. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you gave one hell of a show up there. I was totally impressed."
The man, dressed in dark jeans and a jacket, looked to be in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a ruggedly handsome face.
Brenda giggled, flattered by the compliment. "Thank you. It's my first time and it was really fun."
"I was wondering if maybe I could get a private dance from you." he asked, pulling out his wallet.
Brenda glanced at Gene, grinning mischievously before turning back to the man. "Sure thing, hop on up."
The man eagerly took a seat, his smile radiating excitement as he handed Brenda a stack of bills. "You're absolutely beautiful," he whispered as she straddled his lap, swaying and grinding to the rhythm pulsing from the speakers.
The sight of his wife dancing for stranger for money sent a jolt of insecurity through Gene.
Gene's breathing quickened, matching the beat of the music, as he watched his wife undulate and contort with such effortless grace. His gaze drifted to her lovers around the table who were all watching her hungrily.
He saw Brenda straddle the stranger and grind her crotch into the man's cock working her G-string covered pussy over his rough jeans. The man gasped as he watched her tits waving in front of his face.
He reached out to touch them, but she slapped his hand away with a stern glare.
"Oh, I'm sorry" he apologized, abashed.
Brenda simply shook her head and continued her seductive gyrations and the man wisely kept his hands to himself.
Gene silently watched in horror as the stranger pulled Brenda's g-string aside and began to openly tease her exposed pussy with his growing erection.
The music grew louder in Gene's ears, blocking out the sounds of laughter and teasing from around the table.
His eyes were glued to his wife's body—her heaving breasts, her flat stomach, her toned legs.
As she grinded her pussy against the stranger's lap, Gene couldn't help but notice the glistening wetness trailing down the inside of her thigh.
He swallowed hard, his heartbeat quickening as he watched the scene unfold.
The man's boldness grew as he wrapped his arm around Brenda's waist and pulled her impossibly closer.
She responded by throwing her head back, her red hair cascading down her bare shoulders, exposing the length of her graceful neck.
Gene's breath became more shallow and rapid as he watched Brenda take the stranger's hands, placing them firmly against her ample breasts. The man looked simultaneously shocked and thrilled by Brenda's boldness.
Brenda leaned into the man, whispering something into his ear that Gene couldn't quite make out.
The man nodded, his eyes eager as Brenda led him towards the private booths, leaving Gene sitting in a state of shock.
As the group of friends laughed and joked amongst themselves, Gene couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and fear boiling inside him. How far was she going to take this?
While his wife was away, he looked around the rest of the club and noticed Angie in the corner showing a bunch of the other strippers the tablet.
Their mouths dropped open and they burst into laughter, pointing at him and whispering to each other.
Gene's ears grew hot and he kept his head low, watching as the strippers leeringly eyed him up and down from across the room. Thankfully, they lost their focus on him after a while and dispersed.
Brenda came back around half an hour later looking like the cat who had just swallowed the canary. She sashayed over to the table where Gene was sitting, her hips swinging back and forth provocatively.
He tried his best to hide his emotions as he watched Brenda approach but his eyes betrayed him, revealing the jealousy silently brewing inside of him.
She noticed his gaze and immediately sensed the tension in his body, as well as the change in his atmosphere.
Brenda giggled, sitting back down on Markus's lap next to Kevin.
"What? Did my little cuckold miss me already?" she asked with a wink, her finger gently tracing over Gene's cheek in a patronizing way.
Gene fought the urge to squirm at her touch, knowing the questions lingering in his mind would be humiliating to address.
Brenda noticed Gene's discomfort and interpreted it as nervousness. She leaned closer and softly spoke, "Come on, don't be shy. Tell me why you came here tonight if it isn't to see your wife being adored by a bunch of horny guys."
Gene's throat constricted as he struggled to find the right words.
He knew he wanted to say something, to clarify his feelings but Brenda's condescending tone and heavily suggested answer left him silent. In that moment, he felt himself slipping away from the present and into a haze of confusion. He could no longer deny the cruel sting of jealousy that flared up within him whenever she touched another man, regardless of the circumstances.
Meanwhile, Brenda laughed at her hubby's impotence.
Angie sauntered over to their table with the tablet and handed it to Brenda.
"Your video got a lot of attention, honey," she told Gene, grinning wickedly. "The other girls want to meet the guy who likes getting locked up. Mind if I set something up for later?"
Gene blushed a furious shade of red, but before he could say anything, Brenda answered for him.
"By all means, please do," she replied with a playful smirk. "Gene would love that." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, emphasizing the fact that Gene was nothing more than an object to be passed around among Brenda and her friends.
Angie's eyes gleamed with excitement as she reveled in Gene's embarrassment. "Awesome!" she exclaimed, then she leaned in close and whispered something in Brenda's ear.
Brenda looked at her questioningly, then got up and went with her to the other side of the room where she talked with a group of strippers. Gene could see them smiling and laughing as they talked, clearly excited about something. A few minutes later, Brenda came bouncing back to the table with a big grin on her face.
"I've got a huge surprise for you cucky." she announced excitedly.
"Angie and the girls want us to come back next Saturday night. They want me to dance with them all night and they have a special role for you."
Gene's heart raced as he listened to Brenda's excited words. What could she possibly have planned for him now?
"So, upstairs, between the private dance booths, there's a little room. There are glory holes in each dance booth that go into that room. On busy nights, when guys get really randy, they sell anonymous condom free blowjobs for extra money. They usually get one of the new girls to work the room and satisfy the customers the dancers bring back, but it's hard finding girls to do it. After they saw your videos, they thought I might find it fun to have you work the room one night. Isn't that cool?" She said, practically panting with excitement.
Gene stared at her in horror. "You want me to…to perform anonymous blowjobs for drunk and horny strangers?" he stammered, appalled at the thought.
Brenda merely shrugged, a sly smile on her face. "Well, yeah. I mean, it's just oral sex, and you know how much you love it. Besides, it could be seen as your service in exchange for one of the best nights of my life! And who knows, it might even be fun."
Gene couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The thought of performing anonymous blowjobs in a tiny, dimly lit room for hordes of lecherous strangers was both terrifying and humiliating. He felt a surge of insecurity and trepidation bubbling up inside him.
But Brenda's gleeful smile and the wicked sparkle in her eyes revealed her excitement. It occurred to him that she had planned this little surprise for him all along.
He gulped, wishing it was just another one of her teasing jokes. But deep down, he knew better.
Brenda’s sparkling eyes and uncontrollable giggles made it clear that this was no jest. She truly wanted him to humiliate himself in front of strangers, to service them without dignity or pride.
"Just think of all the humiliation honey. All the strippers will know your back there. They will be referring you customers all night long. They will be dancing nude on the other side of the wall while their customers hump your greedy little mouth and empty their balls down your throat. OMG, the images give me goose bumps."
Jessica's eyes gleamed with excitement as she overheard Brenda talking. "Can you imagine that, Gene, serving as a living blow-up doll for an endless line of horny, anonymous strangers?"
Jessica's words to Gene were delivered with a sadistic twist, as she reveled in the humiliation. She, too, couldn't contain her laughter as her wicked imagination played out the scene.
Gene stared at them both in disbelief. "No, please, Brenda. This is too much. I couldn't do that.
Please, Brenda, I beg you." Gene said, his tone full of fear and desperation.
Brenda laughed, her eyes filled with amusement. "Oh, come on. Live a little! You know how much it turns me on when you are humiliated and degraded. Besides, it could be a great way for you to earn some extra cash for me. Imagine the hours you'll spend kneeling there, sucking every cock that comes your way." She gave him a wink and a playful tap on the cheek.
Brenda looked over at Jessica. "Hey Jess, I'll be dancing that night, but maybe you'd like to supervise Gene. What do you say?" she said with a wink.
Jessica chuckled, intrigued by the proposition. "Sure, I'd love to. It's not every day you get to supervise a real-life cuckold blow-up doll."
Brenda turned back to Gene, a devious smile spreading across her face. "See? Jessica's going to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't disappoint any of the customers. And if you do a really good job, maybe we'll even reward you later."
"What about me?" Ava piped up. "I'd love to help supervise. I can't wait to see Gene on his knees servicing all that dick."
"Of course, Ava. I wouldn't dream of leaving you out of the fun." Brenda said laughing.
Gene felt like he was going to throw up.
The thought of being used as a living blow-up doll made him feel disgusting and used. It was one thing to be a cuckold and watch his wife with other men, but this was something entirely different. It was so much more humiliating and degrading. The fear and shame building inside him was overwhelming.
Brenda leaned down, her face close to his, her eyes glittering with excitement. She whispered, "Don't worry, baby. I'll be up there on stage, dancing in front of all those strange men. I'll be one of the girls bringing customers back to the private booths. I'll be one of the girls offering them a ready hole to dump their load. You can focus on me while you're servicing those men.
I'll be there to support you every step of the way. It's just a blowjob, Gene. It's not like it's anything new for you." Brenda whispered seductively in his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin.
"Of course, if you decide not too, I'll just have to find other ways to get my fun. Who knows how that could turn out for you." Brenda threatened as she pulled away from him, a sly smile adorning her face. She knew he couldn't resist the idea of her getting pleasure out of this experience as well.
Gene swallowed hard, his throat dry and scratchy. "I'll do it." He whispered hoarsely, submitting to Brenda's will.
The group around the table cheered, applauding his decision. Gene felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but there was a strange sense of relief washing over him as well.