[Candi]

Sierra was excited to be back stripping.  She liked the money, the attention from men, and feeling sexy.  In the first couple of weeks, several of her old fans had come back and she was glad to spend time with them.

One in particular was a black guy named Greg, a big, dark, muscular guy.  He had always tipped Sierra well and they’d been known to fool around a little bit in the private room.  He had a fondness for really pale skinned white girls and especially bad girls.

Tonight Sierra was dancing in her black leather bikini and her black leather knee high boots, which leather motorcycle gloves.  Greg was right there at the rail, showering her with cash, while Sierra’s legs wrapped around Greg’s head.  When she was done with her set, Sierra put her leather bra back on, slipped on her black leather motorcycle jacket, grabbed her cigarettes and headed over to Greg’s table.  She put a cigarette between her lips and Greg lit it for her.  They talked and flirted, Greg caressing Sierra’s soft, milky white thighs, then headed back to the private room.  Greg gave Sierra $50.  She took off her leather jacket and lit up another cigarette.  She stroked Greg’s crotch while they kissed deeply.  Sierra unleashed Greg’s massive dick from his pants and gave him a smoky blowjob.  She would take deep drags, hold the smoke in her lungs, plunge his cock in her mouth and let her smoke ease out while she sucked and caressed him.

Greg leaned back, moaning with pleasure, and let his hands crawl to Sierra’s wet pussy.  He plunged two fingers deep inside her and moved them in and out.  Like expert lovers, Greg and Sierra came at the same time, Sierra’s legs quivering as she eagerly gulped down Greg’s warm, thick come.  They both leaned back to rest a minute, then dressed themselves, kissed goodbye and parted.

Sierra lit another cigarette as she walked back to the locker room.  She was the only one in there.  She took off her leather jacket and hung it in her locker.  Then, suddenly, she was pushed up against her locker headfirst.  She dropped her lit cigarette, her lighter, and her cigarette pack, then was yanked backward and her arms pinned behind her by someone a lot stronger than her.

[Candi]

Sierra was scared and staring into the face of a very big, muscular black girl.  This girl plunged her fist into Sierra’s soft midsection, knocking the wind out of her.  Sierra tried to double over but the girl behind her was holding her up.  These two girls berated Sierra for being a slut and fooling around with their man.  They wanted to teach this little white whore a lesson.

The girl behind Sierra wrapped her big arm around Sierra’s throat and started choking her.  The girl in front launched punch after punch at Sierra’s soft midsection and chest.  Sierra was defenseless.  Then the girl in front drove her knee into Sierra’s leather clad crotch, then launched crisp punches to Sierra’s vulnerable chest and head.  The girl behind let Sierra go and Sierra slumped to the ground, gasping for air and holding her pussy and her chest.  Blood poured from her nose and some cuts on her face. 

The attackers took all the cash out of her Sierra’s leather bikini.  Sierra could not fight back, only roll around on the dirty locker room floor in pain.  One of the girls sat on the ground and trapped Sierra’s head and neck in a figure 4 necklock.  The other found a cat’o’nine tails from the BDSM locker and started to whip Sierra’s pussy.  Sierra was scared and in pain but felt herself getting wet as she was dominated by these girls.

[Candi]

Again from the BDSM locker, the attackers found a dog collar and leash.  They attached the collar to Sierra’s neck, who was too hurt to defend herself.  They then pulled her across the floor, humiliating her as if she were a dog.  They tied the leash to a spot high on the lockers, beyond where little Sierra could reach it.  They left her there, tied up and hurt, and left with her money.

Sierra was still gasping for air, trying to get oxygen to her smoky lungs.  She was in pain, humiliated, and worried that her husband David would find out she had been beaten up by two girls because she sucked off their man. 

But it wasn’t even David who was picking Sierra up tonight.  She was getting off early so she could leave with Steve, another customer of hers that she fooled around with.  Steve had been waiting and gotten worried, so he got himself back to the locker room.  He found Sierra tied up there and immediately went to her aid.  He untied the leash from the locker and took off her collar.  He cradled her in his arms and lit a cigarette for her.

When Sierra had calmed down enough, Steve helped her dress in her leather skirt and jacket and took her out to his car.  Sierra smoked one cigarette after another, talking about the two big girls attacking her.  They went back to Steve’s apartment where they made love.  Sierra was sore so Steve took it easy on her pussy and chest, but they both reached orgasm.  Sierra did her best to cover up her bruises with makeup.  Steve gave Sierra extra money for the fucking, to make up for what the black girls had taken from her.  He brought her home, where Sierra hoped David would be already asleep, and that her bruises would heal before David saw them, so she could keep her life of whoring around a secret.

[Candi]

Stripper on a leash!