Desperate Measures

   Accountant by day, stripper by night - living a double life was about to
get more complicated for Chantal.  But as they say, desperate times call
for desperate measures.  While her day job paid well, it simply wasn't
enough to support herself, her two kids and her good for nothing, husband
Al.  After much deliberation, the young beauty decided to capitalize on her
youthful looks and her awesome little body by taking on a second job as an
erotic dancer at the Oasis.  Her biggest fear was being discovered by one
of the men from her company since the Oasis wasn't too far from the office
- but the men there were pretty boys and wouldn't be caught dead in a seedy
strip club downtown after hours - or so she thought.

   She quickly became one of the hottest acts around.  She'd dance three
nights a week and rack in over $500 an night.  Life was pretty good for her
until the night Sean, the Vice-President of the company Chantal worked for,
decided to pay the Oasis a little visit.  Much to his surprise and delight
the young beauty Chantal took center stage.

   She was dressed in a black and pink satin chemise, decked out in faux
diamond costume jewelry with a pair of high heel black ankle wrapped
stilettos.  She stared out into the crowd for a moment before R.  Kelly's
"Bump & Grind" remix began to play.  It was one of her favorite songs to
dance to and she always put on a better show when she was into the music.
The dancers weren't able to see their audience due to the stage lighting
but Chantal didn't mind, in fact, she was far more comfortable taking off
her clothes in front of a bunch of strange horny males that way.

   By the end of the song, Chantal had on nothing but the costume jewelry
and her stilettos.  The crowed roared at the sight of her small, perky tits
and bare pussy.  It wasn't long before the bills went flying onto the
stage. She gathered them all up then made her way off the stage to prepare
for her lap dances.

   Although, Sean was mortified he was certain that she did not see him
sitting there panting like a dog.  He was tempted to pay her for a lap
dance but decided against it as he did not wish to be discovered that
night. Sean quickly paid his bar tab and hurried out of the club.  His mind
raced all the way home feeling much like he'd just won the lottery.  He'd
discovered Chantal's little secret and decided to use this knowledge to his
advantage.

   The next morning, Chantal found a note addressed to her on her chair. 
She didn't recognize the handwriting but opened it up anyway.  "I know a
secret.  Meet me at The Grand, Room 710, 2pm sharp.  SM" There was no doubt
in her mind that initials stood for Sean Michaels.  She'd seen them on many
invoices he approved for accounting.  Chantal's heart dropped, for she knew
this could only mean one thing.  Somehow he'd discovered she was a stripper
at the Oasis.

   "Chantal - the meeting is about to start follow me."

   Chantal quickly placed the note in her top desk drawer, collected her
notebook and pen then followed her boss to the large conference room for
the weekly staff meeting.  Much to her dismay, Sean was also in attendance.
She'd hoped he was out of town on business as he usually was.  She'd hoped
the note was simply a figment of her imagination - but no such luck.  She
avoided making eye contact and took the open seat furthest away from him.
When the meeting adjourned, Sean made his way over to Chantal and whispered
"I'll be waiting - don't be late."

   Nervously, Chantal glanced at her watch - it was 1:55 pm.  She barely
made her way back to her office to drop her stuff off then headed over to
The Grand, one of the fancy hotels located directly across the street from
the office where she and Sean both worked.

   Sean opened up the hotel room door before she even had a chance to
knock.

   "I am glad you decided to come."

   Chantal walked in but quickly turned to walk back out when Sean blocked
her.

   "Where do you think you are going?  You just got here."

   He did know about the Oasis - she was certain of it.  The look in his
eyes was plenty confirmation.

   "What do you want - Sean?" She asked, although she was certain she
wouldn't like his response.

   "I want you, plain and simple.  You see, I was at this strip club last
night, the Oasis...  Imagine my surprise to see you there.  All dolled up
in a pink teddy - for a while at least..."

   Chantal's ears burned.  Her eyes burned too.  She wanted desperately to
cry but she was not about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her do it.

   "So, you know that I am part-time stripper.  I suppose you're going to
blackmail me into sleeping with you right?  That's real noble of you."

   Sean couldn't help but laugh.  She was cute, even more so when she was
angry, he thought.

   "Beauty and brains, what an intoxicating combination - can I pour you a
drink?"

   Sean held the bottle of expensive red wine in his hand and offered her a
glass with the other.

   "No, thank you.  I'm leaving, I really don't care who you tell I am
prepared to face the consequences."

   Chantal grabbed her purse and headed for the door.  Sean didn't bother
to try and stop her this time.

   "Sure you are.  You honestly think you can support your entire family
with the money you make the strip club?  You need your day job Chantal and
I know you'll do anything to keep it, won't you?  Besides, you just may
just enjoy yourself..."

   Sean sat down on the couch, crossed his leg then sipped his wine
casually as he watched Chantal's gut wrenching reaction.

   "I seriously doubt it - you are repulsive!  The very thought of having
to fuck you to keep you quiet makes me ill."

   Chantal rolled her eyes but didn't make any further advances toward the
door.  She knew what Sean had said was true.  She needed her day job.  She
thought of her two small kids who depended on her.  She couldn't let them
down - not with it being so close to Christmas and all.  So, she walked
back over to Sean, grabbed the bottle of wine from the table then poured as
much of it as she possibly could down her throat.  She wiped her mouth,
placed the bottle back down on the table then stood over him debating over
what her next move would be.

   "That's more like it - you and I are going to have a real good time
Chantal, I promise.  Now be a good girl and take off all your clothes."

   "Look, if you want to see me strip, then you'll have to pay me a cover
charge - like the others, if you want to fuck me - then do it, it's free."

   Sean enjoyed her fierceness and while her behavior was volatile he knew
how vulnerable she really was.  It was quite a turn on for him to have this
power over her.  Prior to his visit to the Oasis, fucking one of the
prettiest young girls in the office was only a dream, a fantasy of his that
was almost certain never to materialize.  This would be quite a feat for
him.

   Sean got up from the couch cupped her face in his hands then kissed her
fervently darting his hard tongue in and out her mouth.  Chantal tried to
pull away but he dragged her over to the dining table like a rag doll.  He
bent her over the table forced her skirt up to her waist, pulled her
g-string to the side then shoved his aching cock into her tight asshole.

   "Owwww, fuck!!!!  Stop - that hurts!!!!"

   Chantal protested over and over but Sean ignored her.  HE was in control
damn it, not her!  He would do exactly as he pleased and it pleased him
very much to fuck her in the ass!  Inch by inch her buried that fucker into
her.  She'd never been taken this way before - ever.

   Fortunately for her, Sean's cock was long and skinny, just like his body
and while the pain was unbearable, her body wouldn't suffer any real
damage. She read somewhere that clitoral stimulation would ease the pain of
ass fucking if not eliminate it in its entirety.

   While she needed both of her hands to brace herself on the table, she
sacrificed one of them to rub her clit furiously while imagining a more
pleasant sexual encounter.  It seemed to help.  Sean was balls deep in her
ass now.  He groaned with pleasure then proceeded to fill her up with his
nasty cum.

   "UGH, UGH, UGHHHHHH!!!!" Sean cried as his cock twitched violently and
spit inside of her.

   He withdrew his now deflated cock from her ass then staggered away from
the table back down to the couch.  Meanwhile, Chantal still in awe of what
had just occurred remained bent over on the dining table.  When she
regained her composure however, she charged at Sean like a bull with horns!

   "You fucking bastard!  How dare you do that to me!!!!" She balled up her
fist and socked him right in the face between his eye and his nose then
abruptly turned to run toward the door.  She knew there would be hell to
pay if she stuck around!

   "You stupid bitch - I ought to fucking kill you!!!!" Sean quickly rose
to his feet to chase her.  He grabbed her by her hair just before she could
reach the door then dragged her into the bedroom.  He was angry no doubt,
but his anger quickly turned to desire.  He wanted her again and since he
was in control, he'd have her - again.

   He slapped her face hard knocking her onto the bed then quickly jumped
on top of her.  He placed his hand over her mouth to keep her from
screaming then pried her legs open with his knees.  He ripped her panties
off but left her skirt and the rest of her clothes in tact since he had
already seen her naked the night before.  Besides he was all too eager to
shove his dirty cock into her soft, wet pussy this time.  She fought hard
against him but it was no use - he was in control.

   "LISTEN you little bitch - you better be nice to me or else it's bye-bye
job!  GOT IT?!

   She bit Sean's hand forcing him to remove it from her mouth temporarily
only to hear her spew venom.

   "FUCK YOU SEAN, GO TO HELL YOU DIRTY BASTARD...!!!!"

   Enraged, Sean punched her in the face then replaced his hand over her
mouth as he shoved his cock into her fuck hole.  Despite the brutality,
Chantal was beginning to enjoy herself.  Something about the anger and
physical pain she was subjected to turned her on.  She let him fuck her
hard and deep over and over again until her world turned solid white
causing her pussy muscles to contract all around his swollen shaft.  Sean
reluctantly pulled his cock out of her then held it up to her face.

   "Oh fuck - yesss - yesss here I cum!!!!"

   White ropes of hot cum blasted out of Sean's piss slit and landed right
on Chantal's bruised face followed shortly by a hot stream of smelly piss
for which he grasped Chantal's neck tightly forcing her mouth open to
swallow.

   "Aghhhhhhh, aghhhhhh, aghhhhhh - that's a good girl - take it all!!!!"

   Although thoroughly disgusted, Chantal had no choice but to allow Sean
to urinate down her throat.  He'd always wanted to do that to a woman but
never quite had the opportunity - until now.  Sean slapped her bruised, cum
and piss stained face with his cock a couple of times before finally
letting her go.

   She should've run back to the office to report the incident to HR, while
her wounds were still fresh, while she had the note and plenty of his DNA
on her body - to prove rape but she just couldn't do it.  Instead, she laid
there contemplating what she'd say when she got back.  Admittedly, she was
attracted to Sean's dark side and soon looked forward to their next
encounter.

   "Chantal - princess - it's been a real pleasure.  I'll be in touch."
Sean kissed her gently on the forehead and left.