Imagine This.

Pour It Up Part Two

Clothes are ripped off, candles are dripping and sweat cascades down your client. At this point, you're his client. You've been in this dark room for a couple of hours with him and you almost forget you're at the strip club.

"Times up!!" Your boss busts in the room and catches both of you, naked and sweaty. Michael doesn't bother to pull out either. He just sinks into you more as he lays on top of you to cover your naked body. Michael's face turns a light shade of red and your boss covers his eyes.

"T-The club is closed now, you guys have to leave" Michael picks you up and gathers the ripped clothing on the floor. He ripped my clothes, he might as well leave it. "Oh! I'm so sorry" Michael apologizes and you notice his soft voice. His sexy, soft voice. It doesn't quite match how hard he was beating my puss-

"Well, I know you were enjoying my girl but where's the money?" your jaw drops to the floor and Michael digs in his pocket for his wallet. Oh gosh, now I feel bad..I'm basically a w***e. He basically paid to have s*x with me. You grab his hand and shake your head. "Um..no.I-It's on me, let's just say it's a divorce gift" You chuckle nervously and he arches his eyebrows and You nod.

Your boss inches closer and shakes his head."You have to pay or else she'll have to give me her next check" Michael's eyes enlarge and he slaps the money into his hand. "Come again" your boss plasters on a smile and walks out. You start to put your panties on and look at the ripped clothes in Michael's hands. He smiles softly "Sorry" he has you cover yourself with his long coat and you button it up.

"Let's go" you walk out of the room and the main room is dark. The stage lights are on but everything else is shut off. You walk quickly to the dressing room and see your boss waiting for you. Michael waits for you in the back and you can't understand why. Is it because I have his coat?. You shake off the thought as your boss rubs you down. You slap his hands off and pick up your purse on your chair.

"Baby, you must be really good if he paid this much. Let me see how good you are"you shake your head and put your purse on your shoulder, ready to head out. You walk toward the door and he pushes you back.

"That wasn't a question, girl" he hisses as he tries to take the coat off. You slap his face and he slaps you right back. "You work for me! You do what I tell you to! Now get on your knees" you shake your head as tears brim your eyes. He presses you against the wall and kisses on your neck and feels something cold on your neck. You scream as you see a knife, he covers your mouth quickly "This will be in good use if you scream" he growls into your neck.

"Please..stop" you yelp and punch his chest as he begins to slip your panties off. You shut your eyes tightly and wish for this to be over.

"GET...off of her..now" Michael's loud, angry voice startles you and your eyes fly open. The blade is still rubbing against your thigh. The corner of your eye, you can see Michael inching closer to you. Your boss still has the cold blade inching up your thigh as Michael yanks him back. You screech as blood seeps out of the ripped skin. It burns, you want to cry but don't.

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Michael carries you to his car and you hiss as the coat hits the sizzling cut. "I'm sorry" he whispers. You don't know why he's being so nice to a stripper, other guys just treat you like trash and move on.

"What's your address?" He lets you land on your feet and you get inside his car. Your face turns a crimson as you look down at your nails. "I-I don't have one" you whisper. Your face burns up as you feel him stare at you in disbelief. "Then where do you sleep?" You shrug and buckle your seatbelt, looking out the window to avoid his stare.

"Then you're going to my place"