Bully and the Brat

Hello Reader.

I want to start with a poem by Pluto, who inspires the misogyny in my stories.

La di da di da, slob on me knob

Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car

La di da di da, mothafuck the law

Chitty chitty bang, murder everything

-Future, King's Dead.

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Ginger was dressed to kill, standing 6'1 in her new red bottom pumps. Her heart-shaped ass swallowed a lime g-string while her bare breasts sparkled with glitter. Two small sequined stars covered her hard nipples. She spent more time checking herself out, and ditched the beaded jewelry around her waist, sticking with her usual black belly ring. With a confident smirk, she sauntered out of the back room, ready to perform. That was until she spotted him.

Ginger stopped to check him out, balancing herself on the bar. She'd seen him before, but never here at the Red Room. Perhaps the handsome man had come to Applebee's, where she had been bartending the past two years. Or Dairy Queen, where she made sundaes for snot-nose kids and rude teens on the weekends. Working at the strip joint was the easiest job she'd had in her 24 years. As in any job, the women were shady, and the men were gross. She wasn't here to make friends or find a decent man. She was focused on the money. But this tall white man was giving her all the feels.

Ginger stopped walking. Butterflies soured her stomach. They were the first she'd had since she started stripping last week. He was so sexy, with a charming smile, a manicured salt-and-pepper beard, and wavy black hair. He confidently stood by the entrance in a black suit that fit his hard body perfectly. Tapping her foot, she watched him talk to the owner, Pedro. His arms and hands were big, no doubt, and judging by the Rolex on his wrist, his pockets were bigger. She found it odd that none of the girls approached him. Over the past week, she saw those greedy sluts swoon at every average-looking man and fight over any man wearing a suit and tie. They thought that was a sign of wealth, but Ginger found construction workers less stingy.

"Never let them know you want their money. Make them come to you, Mija," Her mom had advised when she got the gig.

Ginger loved her supportive mother. The woman had nursed her for the past few years after numerous Doctors transformed her into a Baddie. Growing up, she hated her tall, lanky frame. It took years to save up for the surgeries. First, it was Double D's when she was 21, a nose job shortly after, then a few lip injections to complete the look. When she had enough credit, she booked the famous Doctor Miami for her bottom half. She knew her new body was worthless unless she used it to pay back the loan. Her OnlyFans page was taking forever to take off, but she was blowing up on her private Instagram. There were a ton of girls just like her all addicted to the money and attention. She thought herself different from the rest. Despite her built body, she was naturally flirty, loved to dance, and fuck. So when she saw the Facebook post advertising the new 'Club' in town and another looking for dancers, she jumped at the opportunity.

Standing straighter in her beloved heels, she continued her walk over to the stage and HIM.

"Excuse me, Sir."

Ginger lightly touched his arm, bypassing him for the pole. Assuming his eyes were glued to her perfectly symmetrical ass, she put an extra twist to her walk. A 36-inch crimson wig covered her natural reddish brown hair, and the tattoo on her lower back. The black ink read the name, Raul Sanchez. She planned to cover up that mistake with inked art, but dreaded the ache that would accompany it. Until then, it was best to hide Raul like he had hidden her from his wife and three kids in Mexico for two years. Heartbreak was only one reason she was willing to do anything for a better life.

"Focus," she inhaled, raking her coffin red nails through her hair.

Jeff couldn't focus. He heard what Pedro was saying, but for the life of him, he couldn't get his eyes to rest on the man's round face. Looking to the stage, he swallowed the lump in his throat as her long, pale legs wrapped around the shiny pole. She twirled up the pole and tilted down like an acrobat. Her skill reminded him of those in some high-class rooms in Vegas. She didn't miss a beat and landed on her feet, merging the pole between her stiff cheeks. She seductively looked over her shoulder but didn't catch his stare. He didn't need her to. She had two patrons to entertain, one as big as the other, holding stacks of fresh five, and ten-dollar bills. He enjoyed the show free of charge, watching their money fly across her toned thighs.

"What do you think about that?" Pedro asked.

Jeff rubbed his bicep, still tingling from her touch, "About what?"

"Spring Break deals. Discounted drinks. Ladies night. This is all up front, open to the public." Pedro explained again, "Sounds good, right?"

"Y-yeah." Jeff nodded, following the silky trail of red hair as it shifted down her shimmering shoulders. "Very nice."

"Hell yeah. Now that this place is legit, I say we make it bigger than ever."

"Goddamn," Jeff cursed as Ginger split her body in half and clapped her juicy silicone ass to a Bad Bunny song.

While the foreign language blasted from the speakers, she spoke his body language. Her green eyes relaxed on him about the time his employee, Craig, pulled his arm.

"Who..." Craig stopped short when the song ended abruptly.

Pedro yelled to the DJ in the corner, and another Latin Trap song blasted through the air, clearing the awkward silence.

"Who is that?" Craig finally asked..

"I have no clue," Jeff mumbled.

"She's eying you hard."

"No."

"Shittin' me."

Jeff stared at the vixen. She winked and wound her body down with an invitation between her long legs. She was his usual type. Her large tits swayed perfectly with her wild bucks. She cocked her foot on the pole and wiggled before shimmying down to the floor. She lifted her head, a smile playing on her full lips, letting him know this show was dedicated to him.

"Holy shit." Craig rubbed his chin, "I ain't never seen one dance like that in here. She's going to give the others a run for their money, huh?"

"Yeah," Jeff agreed.

"Hey, Pedro. Who's the new girl?"

Pedro glanced back. After fourteen years, he was numb to naked women. Whether dancing or sucking his cock, they were all the same money-hungry whores who came in a variety of sizes and shapes.

"Um. I think that one's called Ginger. She's a local. I hired a few locals this week, not sure how long they'll last." He shook his head. "I need another DJ, too... My nephew can't do anything but video games, video games."

"Ginger." Craig breathed, "She looks familiar."

"She does." Jeff said, running his tongue over his dry lip, "She's... talented."

"You like?" Pedro smiled, noting her gaze, "She's got an eye for you, Boss."

"No," Jeff denounced his statement with a smile, "I am not the boss. This is still your place, Buddy. Just consider me an investor."

"Partner." Pedro slapped his shoulder, "I'll see you later, Partna'."

Jeff nodded and took another longing glance at the stage before facing Craig.

"Are you staying for a while?" Craig asked.

"No. I've got that therapy shit."

"Best thing to... Oh fuck. She works here, too?"

Jeff looked over his shoulder and saw another reason to leave, "Shit."

Sasha walked around the bar, sporting a tiny red bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her slim body looked apart from the club's thicker variety. She was a natural beauty with more confidence than brains. Her flaws were within her, radiating from her spray-tanned skin and upturned nose. Her black hair, parted down the middle, was long and curled around her flat stomach.

"Isn't that..." Craig rubbed his jaw, a habit he had subconsciously picked up from Jeff, who was doing the same.

Jeff averted his eyes and prayed she didn't recognize him, "Yeah," he sighed.

"I think that's where I know the other one from. Doesn't Anna have a friend named Ginger?"

"I don't recall. But she is never going anywhere near those bitches again, I tell you that." Jeff moved to the exit and adjusted his tie, "Locals. Hmm. I'd better get out of here before I have to explain myself."

"You haven't told Anna about this place?"

"For what? She's not coming here. I won't be here much either. Unless she pisses me off."

"You're going to have to do better than that, honey!" A man shouted over the music to Sasha.

"Ouch." Craig chuckled, nudging his head to the stage, "Well, the skinny one won't last long."

Jeff looked over to Sasha, recklessly swaying her ass on the opposite pole. She wasn't bad, but compared to others, she was slacking. Had he been in charge of the dancers, he would have never hired her. Her shitty dancing only coaxed his gaze to the gingerly side, where the tall one was grinding her pussy into a fat customer's face. He shuddered as she quickly went to her knees and twerked her ass. Flipping red strands over her shoulder, she stared at him with each vicious bounce.

Craig nudged his shoulder, "Whew," He clapped his hands, "That redhead is fucking fire."

Jeff was stuck watching Ginger gracefully roll over to the next man. She palmed his head and sent him motorboating into her lightly concealed cookie. She looked up, straight into his eyes, and licked her lips.

"Hey, Boss!"

Jeff flinched at the high-pitched voice which reminded him he was married. A stripper named Bubbles appeared to his left with a grin, blonde curls curtaining her round cheeks. He pretended to be distracted by the lights behind Craig's head instead of the glamour on stage.

"Hey," she spoke again with a bounce that caught his eye to her jiggling breasts.

Jeff lowered his gaze to the skimpy fabric covering her fat kitty, then effortlessly focused on her bright blue stare rather than her light pink areolas. She was a doll, and he had put his cock in every hole she possessed. But that was over... After a fight with Anna, Jeff had foolishly come to the Red Room to forget his problems. He then got so drunk that he confessed his marital issues to the blonde hooker. She sucked his cock one last time and convinced him to devote himself to his monogamous relationship.

"How are you, sweetheart?"

"GOOD!" Bubbles shouted over the strikingly loud bass, "Hey, Craig!"

Craig waved his fingers. He, too, gave her all his attention. The new locals were nice to look at, but she did more than dance. Best of all, she loved it.

"What do you know about these new girls?" Jeff leaned in to ask.

"Why?" Bubbles folded her arms, "YOU shouldn't be looking at the new girls. You're an exclusive, Daddy Dom now."

"I know that," Jeff tightly smiled, "I was only asking."

"Good..."

Jeff missed her throat duties more now that she had taken the job of holding him accountable. It was for the best, he reasoned, because he could see himself staying around and discovering how spicy Ginger could be.

Bubbles smiled up at his handsome face, "Have you gotten your little girl her kitty yet?"

"Not yet."

"What are you waiting for!" Bubbles pulled his arm.

"Her to ask me for another dog instead." Jeff loosened his tie to fight his annoyance, "Aren't you on the clock? You should be talking to my friend here and not questioning my parenting style."

"Sorry, Boss."

Letting his arm go, Bubbles giggled and bounced forward to Craig. He swallowed hard as she wrapped her fingers around his forearm, leading his hand between her thighs. He blushed when she slid her fingers over his hairy chin.

"Hey, cutie."

"Hey," Craig nervously chuckled.

"Did you miss me?"

"Mmmmhm."

"I missed you too. Want to go in the back?"

"Uh." Craig cleared his throat. He didn't have two hundred for a blow job or fifty extra for pussy. He sadly shook his head, praying she knew it wasn't because of her.

Jeff laughed at the pink tinting his young employee's face, "First ones on the house. You two go have fun."

"Yay!" Bubbles giggled, pulling Craig down the steps, "Bye-Bye, Boss."

In the back, they joined other couples taking part in extraordinary positions between tables and chairs scattered around the red-lit warehouse. The dark-hued light concealed most of the raunchy action, making everyone look mysterious in the Red Room. They skipped a line of booths and went to the bar. Bubbles took a shot of vodka that was waiting for her, and knelt before him.

Craig had spent 26 years without the touch of a woman. The first time was with a hooker in Vegas. With far more glamour than he deserved, she buttered him up. He was so nervous that night. Even though everyone was being openly serviced, he chose to fuck her away from the crowd. Things were different now. He was a regular here. Ignoring the rest, he eased his zipper down and presented his pink six-inch cock, which looked velvet under the crimson lights. She beamed up when he waved the tip across her chin. Looking down, he focused solely on her lusty gaze.

"Can we role-play again?" Bubbles asked, lowering his pants.

Craig shrugged, "Whatever you want."

"I missed your cock, Daddy," she purred.

"Um. I missed you, too, Baby doll. You're such a good girl," he weakly praised.

"How good?" She rubbed his hairy thighs.

"So good. You're a pretty little Baby Doll."

Bubbles bit her bottom lip and tilted her head for more praise.

"You're the sweetest little girl," he continued, looking over his shoulder, then back to her glassy eyes, "D-do you want to suck on the lollipop, baby doll?"

"Mmmhm," Bubbles bobbed her head, "Can you put it in my mouth, Daddy."

His heart skipped a beat as he swayed his cock head around her lips. He gently clawed her scalp, leaning her in with coos. His cock gushed, leaving a silky trail of pre cum on her chin.

"Do you like that lollipop, baby Doll?"

"Mmmhmm."

Her tongue curled up on his sensitive nerve endings. A gush of precum rushed out, and he moved his hand to her back.

"Oh fuck," Craig shivered, forcing himself to hold it together.

"Ah-Ack!"

"Ohh fuck yeah. You're so fucking beautiful. Such a good girl for me."

Bubbles shifted up her knees, and locked in position. Taking him home in her throat, she swallowed his tip. He convulsed, widening his legs. She knew he was close before he proudly announced it. She had hoped he would hold her head down, and face fuck her.

"Ohh yes. That's perfect."

Bubbles had tried not to, but was falling in love with his softness. She usually didn't swallow her client's cum but took his load in her belly. Leaning on his lap, she relaxed while he scratched her scalp and gave her the fuzziest feelings.

"Sorry. I haven't cum in a while," he chuckled, "Since last time."

"So you really did miss me," she giggled.

"Of course."

Bubbles shifted her arms around his waist and wondered what it would be like if they met outside of work. She had offered it once free of charge. He declined. His reason was valid. He had sick parents to tend to and rarely got free time outside work, and this place. Truth was. He was homeless, and she was a whore.

Craig backed up and buckled his navy dress pants. Bubbles frowned when he tucked his light blue shirt in.

"Are you leaving already?"

"No. I-I'll probably stay around a little longer. Get a beer."

"So we can play more?"

"I.. um. I really can't afford you right now. I'm Sorry, Baby Doll."

"What if you just pay me back later?" Bubbles stood up and leaned in for a kiss, "I won't tell if you don't."

Craig looked past her. Close to the entrance, he saw Ginger, who was fiercely riding her earlier consumer. He was surprised and mildly intrigued. She was a wild girl, her moans carrying forth through the techno hum.

Bubbles looked over and giggled, "The new girl is in for a wild night. We're hosting a Bachelor party tonight. I am so glad I don't have to fuck randoms anymore."

"Really?" Craig rubbed her cheek, "How'd you get out of that?"

"Our Boss," she smiled, "Jeff told Pedro to make me part time. Pedro said I can do whatever as long as he gets his cut. Oh! And Jeff got me a side job working with his brother in Houston during the week."

Craig frowned.

"What? I thought you'd be happy for me."

"I don't like his brother. He's an asshole."

"Don't worry. It's not like this. I'll just be doing paperwork and stuff for his furniture store up there."

"Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you. I'm not a fighter but I'll kick his ass if he tries anything with you."

Bubbles nibbled his bottom lip. A foolish, I love you, was on the tip of her tongue, but she shoved it into his mouth instead.

....

Ginger stopped bouncing and smirked when she felt the man's cock go limp inside the condom. That was easy work. She hopped off his lap and slipped her thong into place. She was heading back upstairs when she felt a man's strong arm on her wrist.

"I've been looking for you."

Flinching, she backed away from his rough touch. She hoped it wasn't the sexy stranger who was likely about to look down on her. It wasn't him but a potbellied patrol cop who sported a rock-hard cock the size of a miniature cucumber.

"Hey there, pretty lady," He said through a gap-toothed grin.

Ginger recognized him, or thought she did, "Hey, sexy," she grinned, "Wanna dance?"

She hoped her chances were still up with him after witnessing her fucking another man. He pulled her alongside a tall chair. Without permission, he arched her back. He entered her cunt in a hurry, barely fitting his member between her cheeks. She was a little pissed that he would be so presumptuous. Assuming another easy lay wouldn't be so bad, she played it cool.

"Oh oh oh oh'ah, oh! Oh oh, Papi!" Ginger moaned as if he were tearing her walls down with each strike, "Ugh, yes yes. I'm going to cum. I'm going to ....."

Ginger turned her head when he stopped and dived face first into her crack.

"Oh. Oh my..."

Having her ass eaten was a new experience, but she didn't let on to her excitement. That was until he popped his fat tongue into her asshole.

"Oh, fuck... Oooh."

He lifted his head to ask, "Do you like that, darlin'?"

She raised up and down, savoring the foreign sensation, "Uh huh, Oooh."

The man pulled away, tidying her thighs. He licked across her moist pussy before closing her cheeks around his clean-shaven face. He pushed his tongue into her asshole and rubbed her clit. She smiled, making a mental note to keep this ass licker on her roster.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, Uh," she growled and clawed at her cheek, inviting him to feast, "Oh fuck yeah. Eat my ass."

"You love it back here?" A deep voice spoke.

Grinning up at the familiar face, she nodded. The man smiled and placed his condom covered cock into her mouth. While the cop slurped at her puckered ass, she bobbed her head.

"Mmmmhm."

"Oh yeah. That's it Mami," Pedro petted her head, "You're going to be a star back here."

The man's tongue vanished but Ginger kept sucking Pedro. Hoping to get in good with the Boss, she took him down with a violent knock on her tonsils. She felt larger hands on her waist and spit his cock out, gasping as a large penis cut through her inner cunt lips.

"AH! Woah!"

"Hey Barney! Found you one with a fat ass!" The man shouted, slapping her cheeks, "Its fake as shit but this pussy is tighter than a motherfucker. Come baby work that BBL!"

Ginger winced tilting her head to ward out a cry. The mystery man clenching her waist was fucking her with all his might and mocking her to tears. Someone lifted her chin and she peered up to see a black cock centered on her forehead. The man who owned it said nothing as he plucked it between her lips.

"Suck that dick, bitch."

Bitch!? Ginger stopped sucking, finding the strength not to chop on his large shaft. He rubbed her head and she started a little bob which didn't last long before she bit down from his friend's brutal strokes.