chapter 5 employees only part 2

"All right, hot stuff," said the client as he leaned back on the couch. "Show me what you got."

Jill stood before the client for a moment, not sure what to do. She turned her head back and looked at Vincent, looked into his blue eyes, and soon her hips began to sway slowly.

"Sure thing, sexy," she cooed as she turned her head back to the man on the couch. The moment she said it, she regretted it. Why couldn't she control herself?

Despite her reservations, her swaying became more animated. Somewhere inside of her was a growing desire to give this client what he wanted. She began to dance more and more seductively, pushing her bulky hips and bloated belly in the man's face, in plain sight of everyone in the room. Her eyes began to tear up as she did. She felt helpless against this need to please the client. Vincent smiled.

"Such a nice, big belly," the client said, patting her bulge. "They keeping you well fed?"

"Yeah," Jill mumbled, her voice nearly cracking as she fought back her tears. She wished she would just say what she really felt about this place, but she held back and continued gyrating in front of the client, to his pleasure. She ran her hands up her sides, over her wide hips and all the way up to her chubby tits, which she then pushed together sexily. He was almost drooling when she leaned in and gave him a good view of her hanging tits.

"Let me guess, you got too fat to work at the other strip clubs so you started working here. Is that it?" the man asked as he reached up and gave Jill's plump, swaying breasts a squeeze. Without waiting for a response to his previous question, he threw out another one. "Love these titties, girl. How big are you?"

Jill only shrugged cutely in response. She truly didn't know.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" He smiled, thinking Jill was playing a game with him. "Let me guess... 38D?"

"Maybe," Jill said with a look of awe. It dawned on her that the man may have actually been right.

"Yeah, you're definitely at least a D cup," he said, as if he were some sort of expert. "Now let me see that ass."

After giving him one last fill of her heaving chest in his face, she spun around to reveal her soft, supple ass. She was glad to not be facing him anymore; she thought she might crack and start crying at any moment. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but on the outside she had thus far managed to seem sexy and confident. The client gave her a hard smack on the ass and watched it jiggle around. Jill disgusted herself by letting out a fake moan of pleasure, giving the man what he wanted to hear.

As Jill whipped the hair out of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Vincent, who stood part way across the room, surrounded by the girls who had not been chosen. Though they vied for his attention, he was watching only Jill. She continued with her performance, even while she was transfixed on him. She bucked her hips, feeling her fat, bulging belly bouncing in front of her. She found herself hoping that he was enjoying her performance, while another part of her knew she should be damning him for bringing her here. She was snapped out of her trance when the client gave her another hard slap on the ass.

Jill backed up and sat in his lap, with her back pressed against his chest, and grinded her thick ass into crotch. She could feel his rock hard erection, which was straining against his pants, pressing into her derriere as she rubbed herself into him. The man grabbed a hold of her thick hips and guided her up and down his body.

"You're a dream, baby," he said with a sleazy grin, rubbing Jill's bloated butt. "I want to *** you so bad."

If she had been facing him at that moment, the man would have seen Jill's eyes grow twice as wide as they had been.

"Unfortunately for you, I'm a married man," the sleazy man continued. "But blowjobs aren't cheating, right gorgeous?"

Jill wanted to cry at that point; to just let it all out. But another part of her held herself together. It was this part of her that responded to the man's question by shaking her head no, her hair falling sexily over her eyes.

"I had a feeling you'd agree," he said with a chuckle. "I bet a fox like you gives great head."

"Whatever the client wants," she found herself saying while she resumed playing with her jiggling breasts. The thought of taking this man into her mouth made Jill sick to her stomach, but she couldn't help herself.

"Damn, you're hot," he said as he leaned all the way back on the couch and motioned down at himself. "Give me the best blowjob you've got in you."

With her backside still facing the client, she looked again to Vincent. They locked eyes once more, and she felt herself melting inside all over again. Her face was tense with worry, and her lip quivered as she did her best not to sob openly at her predicament. Unable to stop herself from acting on the powerful urges that filled her head, she calmed her face and turned back towards the client on the couch.

With a sexy gleam in her eyes she leaned in close to him, her wobbling tits dangling from her chest, and moved her lips within a few inches of his. She breathed heavily as she began to move up and down in front of the man, running her breasts down over his face and back up again. To support herself, she placed her hand down on the couch between his legs, inches from his erect manhood. She continued to slither up and down the client's body as he placed a hand on her portly stomach and jiggled it around lightly. A moan escaped her lips, but this time she wasn't sure if it was fake or not.

She lowered herself down before him, allowing the hand that was on her stomach to drag up her body through her cleavage. Once on her knees, she undid his belt and revealed his raging erection, quickly lowering her mouth onto him. The tears welled up in her eyes again as she rolled her tongue over his manhood. She worked her way slowly up and down on his shaft. He moaned as he placed a hand on her head, forcing her to take more and more of him into her throat. Soon her moans were matching his.

It was all over before long, culminating when the client sprayed his seed into the back of her throat. She swallowed the man's load in one gulp, shivering with disgust as it slid down into her stomach. She had never swallowed before, not even for her boyfriends. Once the deed was done, she stayed on her knees and hung her head towards the floor. A small whimper managed to escape her lips before she caught herself. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Like I said," remarked the out of breath client, "you're a dream." He fished a $100 bill out of his shirt pocket and held it in front of Jill's lowered head. When Jill didn't raise her head and respond, he reached down and pressed the bill against her vagina, pushing it partway up into her with two fingers.

"Worth every penny," he sneered. He got up and redressed himself before being led back outside by the hostess.

Jill remained on her knees with her head down and finally couldn't fend off the tears any longer. She broke down, sobbing loudly at what she had just allowed herself to do. What was she turning into? She continued to cry after Vincent offered his hand and helped her to her feet. Once she was upright, she pulled the $100 bill from between her legs and gave it to Vincent. No words were exchanged between the two until they had made their way back up the stairs and into the long hallway where he had been keeping her.

"You are stronger than the others," Vincent told her as they stopped just outside of the room that Ian and Jill had called home for the past few days. "They gave in so easily, but not you. You continue to resist as best you can, though you must surely know by now that you cannot stop the inevitable."

Jill only continued to cry as she wrapped her arms around her naked body.

"I know you don't believe what I've told you about your sister," he continued, turning to the door across the hall from Jill's. "Perhaps you should see for yourself."

Jill's eyes widened as she raised her head and Vincent opened the door.