Dancing Belle

 


Belle takes a look through her wardrobe... still boiling mad from her fracas with Papa Pimp... and in the mood to take him down... or at least curtail one of his revenue streams... having received word that the new strip club Gatorbait Six is owned if not run by the man himself... and that dancers often end up walking the streets as his hos... some undercover work may be called for...

BlueBelle keeps holding up items on hangars and shaking her head... but finally settles on some powder blue tights... a deep blue off-one-shoulder sweater dress... belted with black leather that matches her high-heeled ankle booties... she checks in the mirror... grabs a black purse... and sets off to investigate Gatorbait Six...

The club pulsing with music... even before you walk in the door... the bouncer letting you in with a grin... the inside a mass of seedy types and lapdancers... and one girl shaking her booty up on the stage... not too well... the head of the club easily recognized from Doll files as one of Papa's known associates... but the big man obviously busy elsewhere tonight... which should make things easier... since he'd recognize you…

BlueBelle meanders over to the bar... pulling down on the tight hem of her sweater dress as she slides onto a stool... looking all around... eyes peeled for any sort of illegal activities... even as she addresses the bartender... "Y'all wouldn't be hiring would ya?"

The bartender nods... pointing over at the head of the club... "You need to speak to Magnum McCabe... but take my advice and find another club to work in, sister... girls here have a habit of showing up a couple of times and then vanishing for weeks... and the next time you see them they're working the streets... it's a bad business..." He clams up... looking scared as Magnum saunters over...

BlueBelle nods to the bartender... thrusting out her chest and smiling as she turns to McCabe... "Hey there, Mister McCabe... I understand you're the one who does the hiring around here... got a minute or two for little ol' me..." her chest is of course anything but little... the stretchy sweater dress tight across the jutting breasts...

McCabe not even looking at your face... just keeping an eye on the two massive mounds straining to be free... "Sure... Tina up there isn't doing more than sending the customers to sleep... but I figure you can start working right now..." He puts a hand on your bottom to lead you backstage... even as he snaps his fingers and a pair of bouncers grab Tina and manhandle her off the stage... the crowd cheering...

BlueBelle watches closely... wanting to see where Tina is taken... swiveling her hips away from Magnum's rude hand... the hem of the sweater dress riding up to the very base of the curve of her rolling bottom... "So how do you pay?"

McCabe grins... "We pay a base rate... and then the customers tip... and we take half... but if you get above a certain threshold, it's a promotion to certain other sectors of business... where you'll get full training... shame about Tina, though... we'll have to let her go..." No sign of the girl as you head backstage... "Here... you can head on stage in that outfit or pick another..."

BlueBelle exclaims... "You mean you want me to go on now? Wait a minute! What other training? Where's Tina?" idly looking through the costumes on the rack in the dressing room... while waiting for a response... while she tries to decide if going through with this is worth the chance of getting some dirt of this guy... and his boss…

McCabe shrugs... "She's been shown the door... probably going to end up moving to the swamps... who cares? Her loss is your gain... and if you don't want to play, there's plenty more where you came from... I'm offering those tits of yours a dynamite paycheck... take it or get out of here..."

BlueBelle sighs... "Why do you guys all have to be such assholes... let me change Mister McCabe..." moving quickly as the man leaves the room... using sleight-of-hand to plant a couple of listening devices... as she changes into a nightie, panties, thigh-highs... and some shiny strap-on heels... pinning her hair up as she struts out on stage...

The crowd erupting at the first sight of you... cheering the new face... all eyes on your improbable body as you begin to bump and grind... breasts bouncing while your receiver earrings keep abreast of the conversation in the dressing room...

BlueBelle can't help but smile at the faces in the crowd as her swiveling hips send the lower parts of her nightie flying away from the panties beneath... strutting from one end of the stage to the other... then posing with hands on hips as she shakes her jutting chest... sending ripples through the powder blue satin... and the watching audience...

Tips already flying onto the stage... other bills held up in sweaty hands... waiting to be tucked into your panties... or between your breasts... as you hear the bouncers returning... McCabe snarling... "Well, where is she?" "Crated up and ready to go, boss... but I figure Papa's going to take one look and feed her to the gators... she's not even going to make it in his Tijuana operation..."

BlueBelle gasping as she hears that Tina has already been "crated..." trying to think as she stops at the edge of the stage for bills to be inserted into the tops of her stockings... pulling the tie on her shoulder straps and the pin from her hair at the same time... her hair exploding like a grenade went off... spilling down over her breasts as the flowing nightie runs off of them like rainwater...

McCabe's voice echoing in your ears... "This new girl looks like she's going to be Papa's prime ho... working the streets right here... I reckon she'll take to training like a duck to water... and you guys can help... call it a bonus... okay, I'm going to take a look at those tits of hers while she finishes her routine..." The crowd cheer almost blocking out the words... as McCabe peeks out from the curtains at the back of the stage...

BlueBelle turns her backside to the crowd... bending over and shaking her booty for a moment... dangling breasts swaying... her big round ass seeming to swallow the blue satin shape of her sex as she straightens once more... catching the eyes at the back of the stage... and quickly gathering tips... before bouncing off through the curtain...

McCabe looking at you... grinning... but eyes malicious... flanked by four bouncers... huge muscled specimens... "Nice tips, babe... you did real good out there... and Papa's going to take a special interest in you..." The bouncers advance... as he pulls out a gun... "Especially since I recognize those tits from the flyers he sent round... warning about Blue Belle... lucky I never forget a pair..."

BlueBelle looks at the gun pointed at her bare breasts and gulps... feeling very exposed... "But I'm afraid I don't know what you’s talkin' about... I'm just a Southern Belle trying to make a livin'..." eyeing the bouncers as they advance... wondering whether or not to try anything...

The large magnum pistol pointed right at you... McCabe nodding... "Grab her arms and drag her into the dressing room... Papa let me use my discretion about dealing with her... and I've got a special way of letting dames who get too nosy get their marching orders..."

BlueBelle squirms a bit as her arms are wrenched behind her... pulling her shoulders back... thrusting her big buoyant chest out even more... suddenly shiny with perspiration... blinking at McCabe as his thugs march her on into the dressing room... "Are you sure about that? I bet you haven't even talked to Papa... and he's going to be pissed..."

The thugs grabbing some blue rope... and binding elbows and wrists mercilessly... bringing shoulders back even further... as your ankles are bend back and bound to thighs... leaving you helpless and open... the thugs grinning as they grab hold of the panties... yanking them up into your pussy until they snap... Magnum unloading all but one bullet from his enormous gun... "Keep talking, Bluetits..."

BlueBelle cannot prevent being manhandled... "You don't want..." her stocking legs frogtied... her arms bound as if in a glove... "To do this..." her pout exposed as the panties slip between lips... then exit with a painful burning rip... "To meeee..." leaving her sex swelling and defenseless... "Yeeeeooooow!"

McCabe screwing a silencer onto the magnum... then pushing the end against your lips... forcing it into your mouth... before he spins the barrel... and pulls back the hammer... "Ever played Russian roulette, Bluetits? Show me how good you suck and maybe I won't pull this trigger..." The boys laughing... rough fingers groping and probing the swollen pout...

BlueBelle gets a pained expression... eyes wide... face contorted... lips curling into a pout for a moment... before she begins to suck the silencer... squirming helplessly as she is groped... trying not keep her head about her and not give in to fear...

McCabe grinning... enjoying the game... even as one of the bouncers slides into you... taking you roughly for a moment even as the trigger is pulled... a resounding CLICK filling the air... "Too bad... I guess we'd better improve the odds..." The grinning McCabe opening the chamber and adding five more bullets... "This time I can't lose..."

BlueBelle rocking helplessly as the man's thrusting loins slap against her... her massive chest flopping tightly about... a sinking queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as she does the math... six bullets in the gun now... her head about to be blown clean off... desperation showing in her eyes as the mind behind them searches for some way out...

McCabe enjoys the fear in your eyes... moving behind you and slapping the thug on the shoulder... "Clear the way, Muggsy..." His cock replaced by the silencer... as the gun is thrust deep into your pussy... the hammer pulled back and the chamber spun... "Any last requests before I give you a fuck to remember, Bluetits?"

BlueBelle strains at her bindings one more time... muscles cording... taking a deep breath... eyeing McCabe with disdain... determined to show her resolve even as she dies... her voice icy... "You are a bastard... and in the end you will get what you deserve... whether by my hand or another's..."

The strong words belied by the gun moving in and out of your pussy... McCabe taking his time... evidently enjoying himself... as you close your eyes in anticipation... your body jerking as the gunshot echoes through the room... and you open your eyes to see Papa Pimp... pointing a smoking gun into the air... flanked by his hos... "Now I got your attention... what the hell are you doing with this prime piece of ho-flesh?"

BlueBelle nearly dies of heart failure as the gun goes off... her pulse pounding so loudly in her ears that she can barely hear Papa Pimp... even as her blinking eyes realize he has entered the room... McCabe suddenly bathed in a cold sweat not unlike Belle's... as he stammers...

Papa not even letting McCabe finish his sentence... "You were about to flush Papa's money down the drain... making a mess of this fine ho-in-waiting before she could turn a single trick for Papa... shame on you... Muggsy, remember who pays your salary and crate this clown... if he's lucky, we'll deliver him to the cops and not the Gator farm..." McCabe dragged away as Papa turns a gold-toothed grin on you...

BlueBelle shakes her head as she pants for air... hair matted to her sweat face, neck and chest... exposed and helpless before the very man who's clubs she came here to shut down... unsure what to expect... but shuddering to think what might come next...

Papa grins... "Looks like Papa's the hero of the hour... I figure you'll remember this before you come and try to bust up my organization again... letting you go would be good policy... I got a roomful of witnesses to say you bust in here illegally... not to mention some good footage of your sexy dancing..." He grips your hair... tugging your head up... the hos smirking as they circle you... groping and squeezing... his gold tooth flashing as his grin widens... "So I figure I've got enough leverage on you to keep you nice for a while... you can walk until you want to come back and work for me for real... but first... I think you should thank me for being a good daddy and treating my best ho-in-training right..."

BlueBelle ponders... is it a trick... is he teasing her... is he really going to let her go... she knows she should play along if it might save her life... but she can't completely control her anger... "Thank you? Thank you for what? You... you..." her voice trailing off... "Will you release Tina as well?"

One of the hos giving your bottom a hard spank for cheeking Papa... before the fur-coated man shrugs... "I got no idea who you're talking about... Papa is as pure as the driven snow and would surely never go kidnapping girls to ho down in Mexico... of course... if I was in a position to do you a favor... you'd have to do me one first..." he grins at the thought... "Yeah... a nice, long, slow favor with that sexy mouth of yours... I figure a hot older woman like you knows how to do some great favors... call by my pad when you've thought about it... I'll let the cops untie you when they take McCabe away... in the meantime..." He pushes some bills between your breasts before snapping his fingers and leaving with his ho squad... "Mmm-hmmm... I do love those titties of yours..."

BlueBelle pouts as Papa leaves... humiliating her again... apparently intending to call the cops himself... Belle flopping about the dressing room... knocking some scissors off the dressing table... cutting herself loose... slipping into her own clothes... and out the back... cursing as Detective Chan comes in the front looking for McCabe...

(November 2008)