One Last Strip Tease

Chapter 6: The Ledger

The large fluffy towel dried Laurie quickly. She would've appreciated its quality if she wasn't a captive in a strip club. Right now, a cheap towel that didn't absorb a thing would've suited her better. Then she could take her sweet time.

She'd already been in here for at least an hour. Her fingertips were wrinkled like prunes. Apparently, the guard outside, Bart, Candy had called him, had the patience of a rock, if he actually still stood outside.

The bra and underwear they gave her were polyester and the tights were soft and comfortable as she slid them up her legs. The t-shirt was basic, one she would have selected for herself to sleep in. Wrapping her wet hair in a turban, she grabbed her stripper clothes and opened the bathroom door.

The driver of the vehicle with the bulbous nose and scar on his cheek, Bart, stood there looking at her inquisitively. “You good?"

“Good," she replied. “What do I do with this? It needs to be repaired." She held up the flimsy stripper wear that contained a broken string and two tears.

Bart shrugged. “It's up to you. You paid for it. You can do what you want with it."

“How did I pay for it?" she dreaded his response.

As expected, he said, “Your clothes and living expenses come off your paycheck."

“How much was it?" She eyed the string underwear and flimsy top.

“I've heard the girls talk before, it's around two hundred dollars."

Her eyes bulged. “Two hundred dollars! That's robbery!" she sputtered, offended and in denial.

“I don't know," Bart quickly retracted. “Ask John." His steps picked up pace. “He's probably in the office."

“I want to talk to him," she said, her chin set stubbornly, understanding what John was up to. He was charging an arm and a leg so she could never repay her debts, so she'd be stuck here forever.

They entered John's office, not knowing he'd hobbled over there after Laurie's shower. He now sat behind his desk, hiding his erection, staring at Laurie with an amused smile plastered on his face.

Laurie felt a twinge of fear when his gaze undressed her. She didn't trust him at all.

“John," she began, trying not to wince with distaste at having to say his name, “how much did this-this costume cost?" She waved the scraps of cloth disdainfully.

“Oh, you want more expensive outfits, do you?" He licked his lips and flickered his brows at her. “You'll have to pay for that." Once again, he stripped her with his gaze and his meaning was clear.

She shuddered. “How much is it?" she repeated.

John leaned back casually and then quickly hunched forward again. “Two hundred. Every work outfit is two hundred. How much do I pay for it? Sometimes more, sometimes less. It's easier to average it for accounting purposes."

“There's no way this little piece of polyester is worth anywhere near two hundred dollars!"

“Will you excuse us?" John turned to Bart, and he silently left.

John menacingly stood up and her eyes widened when she saw his large member straining against his slacks. She gasped and averted her gaze.

When he walked toward her, not hiding his desire, she backed away, tripped, and fell heavily on the couch. Standing in front of her, he slowly unbuttoned his pants.

“You're not the only one who can do a strip tease." He grabbed her hand and placed it against his erection.

“No!" she yelped and scrambled to get up. He pushed her down and held her in place.

“I'll tell you a secret I never told the other girls," he whispered, coming closer. “If you please me, you can have all your clothes for free, and I'll give you the best lace, silk, satin outfits, whatever you want." He pulled out his manhood.

Laurie's eyes went wide, and her high-pitched scream pierced the air, again and again. She couldn't stop. She'd never seen anything so hideous in her life!

Her eyes clenched shut and she kept screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn't see him back away and hastily zip up his pants. Or hear the people enter his office wondering what the commotion was about.

Bart saw Laurie screaming on the couch and John's flushed, embarrassed face and immediately guessed what happened. Candy took Laurie's hand and helped her up. “I'll get her some water," she said to John and led her outside.

When everyone cleared his office, John looked ruefully at his still-hard d*** all bent out of shape, beneath his pants. Laurie's screams and revulsion toward him may have inexplicably made him harder. Next time, he'd remember to lock the door, and he'd finish what he started. Speaking of which, he locked the door, sat on the couch, pulled out his c***, and began to pleasure himself again.

***

“You okay, Laurie?" Candy asked, handing her a paper cup of cold water.

Laurie struggled to catch her breath and shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I'm scared of him, Candy," she confessed. “He was going to r*pe me."

“He did r*pe me," Candy said, unable to look into Laurie's shocked eyes. “When I first got here last year. I was too scared to scream or fight back, though I'm not sure it would've helped me, but he knows not to f**k with me now." Her tough words belied her soft demeanor.

“How?" Laurie eagerly asked.

Candy smiled. “Simple, I bring in the most money. If he goes too far, my performance suffers, and he won't make as much."

“So be a top money-maker and he'll leave us alone?" Laurie asked. Becoming a great stripper had never been a dream of hers, but if that's what it took to not get r*ped by her kidnapper then she'd do what she had to.

“I've seen you," Candy said with emphasis. “You have what it takes, trust me."

Laurie took a deep breath and nodded. “Can you help me?"

“Of course, I'll help you, however I can," Candy replied. She once again filled her paper cup with water from the cooler and downed it, then crushed the flimsy cup into a ball and tossed it on top of the pile of overflowing garbage where it perched like a bird about to take flight.

“I need your advice," Laurie said, “anything you have."

Candy pursed her glossy lips thoughtfully. “Sure, the best advice I can give is to stay the hell away from drugs, don't drink while you're working, or at all for that matter, don't get emotionally involved with anyone, and make sure you practice dancing every day. Oh, and don't forget to stretch. Make sure you get a good night's rest."

Laurie tried to cram all that information into her memory bank, then she asked the most important question of all, “How long will it take me to pay off my debt?"

Candy looked at Laurie with a dead-panned expression. “A long, long time, because of all the fake expenses John adds." There was suppressed bitterness in her tone. “I've been paying for three and a half years."

“How much do you owe?"

“The real question is, how much did I borrow…only five thousand dollars, but my debt piles up every day because of my so-called living and business expenses. The truth is," Candy paused and took a shaky breath, “we're slaves."

Laurie glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Have you tried to escape?" she whispered.

“Girls have died trying," Candy whispered back, her eyes filled with torment.