Tales from the Strip Club - The Upstart

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According to local legend, when the developer bought the land, the original landowner told him that the plot of land he owned was worth nothing more than a hill of beans. And through the years, the spot of land, despite having no visible elevation, simply became known as the Hill.

But being so far away was a great advantage when people wanted to have a good time, especially away from the prying eyes of significant others or the law. From this once unwanted land, an establishment grew where local people knew they could go to have a good time. As its fame spread, so did the types of activities one could engage in to let loose. At first it was a speakeasy, then a brothel, before transitioning into what it is today, a strip club.

Whatever form the building took, it always held on to same name as the land on which it stood, The Hill. Despite its reputation for debauchery, what actually occurred in there remained a secret. Despite this tight-lipped secrecy, rumors and legends have escaped detailing the most outrageous erotic activities.

These legends have never been recorded.

Until now.

***

Hands clenched outstretched over the blonde's head, her superior tits dominant, and her pussy powering down on yet another converted conquest, Rachel was in her element as the woman writhed under her while she suffered through a devastating, and final, orgasm. Once the eruptions ran through the pretty blonde's body, a few more thrusts from the brunette brought her own orgasms to fruition. She released them joyfully and screamed in pleasure to punctuate the end of another successful night.

Once done, she rolled off the blonde and lay on her back to catch her breath with one forearm rested on her forehead while she absentmindedly stared at the ceiling. It was only when the blonde turned for a post-coital snuggle did Rachel abruptly roll off the bed and walk straight into the shower. The water was hot, the towel was fluffy, and Rachel even got a few more good orgasms out of it when the blonde joined her and they fucked for another few rounds.

After she was dry, Rachel sighed inwardly when she saw the blonde give her a sad puppy-dog look when Rachel began to dress. The sad ones were always the worst!

"Maybe you stay the night and we get breakfast in the morning! I know an awesome brunch place around the corner!", the blonde proposed in a perky voice.

Now an audible sigh from the bored brunette. She held her hand up slightly. "Whatever you think we are, we're not", she said in a dismissive tone before she grabbed her clutch and left the apartment with a naked blonde bombshell standing there with her mouth agape.

While waiting for the elevator, Rachel reflected on the past night. She loved sex and she loved to dominate. Tonight was one of her rare weekend nights off from the Hill and she engaged in her favorite pastime. Finding a stunning straight woman and turning her into a lesbian slut. Tonight's conquest was a bartender. It started with some free drinks and some light flirting. Soon enough, the brunette was showering her naked tits with beer while the blonde bartender licked them clean to the expressive appreciation of the bar's patrons.

The elevator doors closed and revealed a mirror that allowed the brunette to look herself over and once again appreciate what she saw. She was a woman at the prime of her sexual powers and had a lifestyle that let her exercise those powers to her heart's content. An image of the blonde bartender flashed through her mind which caused her to shudder with pleasure at the feel of the bitch's helpless body as it was paralyzed by an endless series of orgasms.

But then that image was replaced with that of another blonde. One who was not a source of happiness or the thrill of victory.

"That bitch", Rachel muttered to the emptiness of the elevator.

Amber was the bitch. Before her, Rachel had an uninterrupted string of victories that made every woman at the Hill, customer or dancer, submit to her superiority. Somehow, Amber had bested her in a standup fuck and that very same night got to go home with the whale client and Lily. That was months ago and the two were hardly ever seen in the club as they had now become the personal sex toys of one of the world's richest women who had now introduced her into the world of the wealthy elite. Rachel seethed at the missed opportunity and knew who was the one most responsible. Another blonde. Stella.

"That bitch", she bitterly repeated as the elevator doors opened and she stepped into the lobby to head for the exit. Stella ran the Hill with an iron fist and, in her bones, Rachel knew that the older woman was scared and jealous of Rachel's body, sexual prowess, and ambition. The women at the Hill didn't like Rachel which was fine because she didn't want to like them. It was enough that they submitted to her will and her body because no one, until Amber, could beat her in a sexfight. But Rachel's victories still didn't lead to any extra benefits. Stella still gave her the worst timeslots, least desirable clients, and treated her like a second-class citizen.

Well, all of that would soon change. Before Stella knew what hit her, she would find herself on her knees begging the brunette for a fuck while Rachel ran the club in the way it was supposed to operate. As Rachel got into the car and made her way home, a plan formed in her mind.

***

In her well-appointed private office, Stella looked at the reflection in the mirror with her usual critical eye. Some additional lines around her eyes and face, maybe a slight softening in her obliques, but the older woman knew that these imperfections were only seen through the eyes of Stella's biggest critic: herself. Aside from that, her body looked remarkably like the one that walked into the Hill all of those years ago. She had plenty of money to go live the rest of her life on an island somewhere. She also had a line of men and women who would love nothing more than to give her money and gifts for the chance to have her on their arm for a little while.

Yet, she still loved her job too much to walk away. Every night was like the best party that never ended and she was always guaranteed a sexually adventurous partner. What more could she want? Everything was great!

Her thoughts darkened slightly when the image of the troublesome brunette entered into her mind. Rachel was a mistake. She could admit that now. Stella let herself get carried away by the brunette's practically perfect body and an attitude that just oozed sex. But she wasn't a team player. She wanted too much too soon and made enemies out of everyone who worked at the club. The harmony of the Hill was threatened as dancer after dancer asked Stella to rein in Rachel in some way. However, the blonde admitted to herself, the customers loved her and kept coming back for more. Even the ones who had to pay double or triple the going rate because Rachel continuously beat them in sexfights.

She was also aware of how Rachel felt towards her. Hell, she would have to be blind and dumb not to see it but she didn't know what to do despite knowing that one day the situation needed a resolution.

Stella then shook her head to lose the thoughts from her head. One final look in the mirror told her she was ready. After all, it was Staturday!

The crowd roared in delight as she exited her office when she got the call to the stage from the announcer. Big smile on her face, Stella strutted out into the main room and soaked in the love from the crowd. This was always her favorite part!

It was something she started years ago after she stopped dancing. It was a normal Saturday until one of the girls got sick and they needed a dancer quickly. Without thinking, Stella got on stage and the Hill crowd went absolutely wild and showered the stage in money. What started as a one time thing soon became a monthly tradition and the second Saturday of each month eventually took the moniker of "Staturday" which always became the biggest revenue night of the month.

The night even came with its own outfit. Instead of her usual outfit of tight white blouse, black sleeveless leather jacket, and denim short-shorts, Stella performed in the same outfit that she had hurriedly grabbed from someone's locker all of those years ago: the teeniest, tiniest, star-spangled bikini in the world. It molded onto her body like second skin by showing off her healthy bust, lean torso, muscular ass, and shapely legs. With her long blonde hair to top it off, she looked like the ideal All-American girl.

When she got on stage, the cheers grew even louder. This tradition was the perfect way for Stella to not only maintain her body and dancing skills, but to stay connected to the thing responsible for all the success she experienced.

As soon as the music hit, Stella walked into a spin and in a flash had taken off her top so that by the time she faced the audience again she bared her fantastic tits for all to see. Already raucous, the roars of the crowd grew even louder when she flung the top into the crowd as several patrons, men and women, fought for the prize. Most dancers loved to wait and tease the audience but Stella loved the frenzy she always caused when she opened her show with a sudden display of awesomely naked flesh.

From there, the routine was a masterclass in erotic dancing. She swayed her body, sexily moved her hands over her tits, and gracefully tilted one hip up and then another. She teased and titillated the crowd until they practically begged her to take her bottoms off which she finally did with a great sense of the dramatic. Now fully naked, she entered into the athletic phase of her dance and contorted her body in various sexy shapes. The combination of pure athleticism and raw sexuality awed the audience to the point of complete silence as they watched a master at work.

Stella closed in her closing phase. She got on her back, raised her ass into the air, spread her knees to expose her damp cunt to the audience, and pleasured herself. That broke the crowd out of its stupor and the cheered with delight and catcalls. This was Stella's favorite part of the act. The routine always got her worked up and it was a great way to let off some steam. At the end of the act, she always chose a lucky member of the audience, a hot stud or bitch, to take into her office and give them the fuck of their lives. As her fingers tweaked and pulled on her tits, she already had a couple of candidates in mind. She would need to decide soon though because she was close to getting off.

Eyes now closed, she didn't notice the crowd's cheers, or the change in how it cheered. That is until she felt something hot, slick, and wonderful slide against her pussy. The blonde's eyes shot open and she was shocked to see Rachel's beautiful visage just inches from her face and sporting a cold sneer. The brunette's arms and legs were planted just outside of Stella's limbs leaving the blonde trapped at her subordinate's mercy in front of the entire crowd. Rachel gently rode Stella's pussy and gave the audience a complete view of both women's pussies and assholes. Her tits poised dangerously in the air just inches from mating with Stella's.

Shocked, Stella whispered to Rachel, "What the fuck are you doing? I don't fuck in public!"

Now the sneer turned into a colder smile. Rachel leaned in further and reduced the distance between their faces to mere centimeters. "I challenge you." The words were barely a whisper but reached Stella's ears nonetheless and, before the blonde could react, Rachel closed the gap between their lips and aggressively thrust her tongue into her boss's mouth.

The crowd cheered wildly thinking this was a sexy new twist of Stella's act. The dancers in the audience knew different and looked on in shock. With this one brazen act, Rachel chose to break two rules. Stella never fucked others in public, ever. At the same though, the strippers at the Hill were allowed to challenge each other to sexfights whenever they wanted and the challenge had to be met. Customers loved the rule because it always added extra spice towards their encounters with the dancers and made the Hill the special place it was for so many people. However, even though the rule applied to Stella as well, no one had ever challenged her like this before.

Stella knew she was in trouble. The dance had made her horny and she had been on the verge of a giant orgasm. The young woman who challenged her was angry and had both the initiative and gravity on her side. Stella groaned into the brunette's mouth as Rachel pushed down on the blonde's pussy until her ass touched the floor.

Rachel then took Stella's hands and raised her arms over her head to trap the blonde. Once overhead, their tits mated and now it was a war on all fronts. The brunette had the advantage and with Stella in such a vulnerable state prior to Rachel's intrusion, it only took a few thrusts before the blonde's body betrayed her and she came in a giant orgasm right there on the stage. The gusher of cum went everywhere, on the two women, the stage, the pole, and it felt endless.

Stella screamed in sexual agony as Rachel rode her hard and made her cum nonstop. The screams only stopped when Rachel's tongue snaked back into Stella's mouth and twisted the appendage in knots. The crowd went wild and it was a humiliated Stella who couldn't control herself in what was supposed to be her moment in the spotlight.

That humiliation soon turned to anger when Rachel eased off the now-defeated blonde and gave her a look of such snotty superiority.

Did this piece of shit really think she was the better fuck? The thought raged in Stella's mind and she decided that since her cum was already on full display to the audience, then might as well let them see Rachel's.

Rachel still had her pussy on Stella's, and the two gently rubbed together to create a wonderful friction. She still had the snotty smile on her face but it faltered a bit when Stella effortlessly rose her upper body up and wrapped her arms tightly around Rachel's back. The two of them loudly grunted when their tits thrust together, united once again, but now on equal terms. Reflexively, Rachel's arms wrapped around Stella's and the two of them moved their mouths together, just two pairs of lips magnetically drawn to each other. But before the distance closed, Stella turned to the crowd and yelled as loud as she could.

"Who's ready for Round 2?!?!?!"

They loved it and cheered like maniacs when Stella slammed her mouth into Rachel's. She sucked on Rachel's tongue as if trying to vacuum the soul from her body. Payback time!

Now seated up, Stella rode Rachel like a goddamn demon. The brunette tried to keep up the blonde was so enraged that all she could think about was making the brunette cum as much as she did. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before Rachel threw her head back and scream like a banshee as her stomach rippled while her internal muscles shot one load of cum after another out of her body.

With the tables turned, Rachel lost her grip and fell back while her arms flailed. Stella was now the one who got to put Rachel's arms over her head when her back hit the floor. They twined their legs and now it was Stella who got to power her pussy into the smug little cunt. Rachel fought back bravely but Stella was too angry and the end was inevitable.

"FUUUUCKKKKK", she wailed in despair as her body gushed uncontrollably and she squirted everywhere. The power of her eruptions was enough to jar her hands loose but she was so in thrall of her own desires that her hands clamped down on Stella's rocking ass so their cunts could thrust even harder together.

Stella tried to hold on and secure her victory, but the intoxicating smells of cum, sweat, and perfume, the rubbing of silky skin, and the dense rack of tits that battled her own were too much for the older woman. She erupted in her own smaller, but still powerful, series of orgasms and the two women traded hot shots of cum as their bodies writhed on stage.

Despite her body having given far more than the prone brunette's, it was Stella who raised herself up first, pussy still attached to her enemy's. Bleary-eyed, her vision began to clear when she looked past the panting brunette and saw the audience rapt at the sight before them. Anger swelled again as she remembered how she got into this position in the first place.

For the first time in the Hill's living memory, Stella lost control of her emotions. She reared her arm backwards and smacked Rachel hard in the face. The brunette's head snapped back at the force of the slap and the sound echoed throughout the now quiet strip club.

Stella rearranged their limbs until Rachel's shapely leg was now anchored between the blonde's tits. Stella took a good amount of time to lick and suck on the brunette's foot and toes which caused the fallen woman to squirm from the stimuli. Stella sneaked her hand down Rachel's body until it expertly massaged Rachel's mountainous tit which also forced the brunette to keep her back pinned to the ground.

The gorgeous older woman exquisitely tortured the young challenger by alternating between sucking on her big toe or drawing an increasing amount of cum that wanted to erupt out of Rachel's tits. Without hindrance, all the brunette could do was twist her head and scream in agony while her body was played like a fiddle. Rachel had a giant sense of foreboding when she felt Stella's thumb and forefinger trace her still nipple and Stella's lips purse around her big toe.

"Oh. No. PLEASE!!!", begged Rachel. Whether to let her go or to let her cum, it was unclear. But it didn't matter as Stella simultaneously sucked on Rachel's big toe and pulled on her nipple.

Rachel's eyes went wide and her body stiffened as she was almost paralyzed with pleasure. For a moment, all was quiet.

"NO! NO!!! NO!!!! FUCK!!!! I'm CUMMMING!!!!", bellowed a defeated challenger as cum exploded out of her cunt and nipples from the constant stimulation. Stella let go of Rachel's leg, leaned forward until their tits crushed and mercilessly fucked the brunette who had an ever-growing pool of cum form under their bodies.

Only when she saw the fight finally leave Rachel's eyes did Stella rear her own ass back and forced her clit head on with Rachel's to trigger her own epic series of orgasms. Breathing hard, she looked up once again and saw the brunette's eyes had closed. She finally exhaled with relief. She had won.

The crowd exploded again when Stella screamed in pleasure as the pent up orgasms flowed like champagne and doused her fallen opponent with her essence. Rachel barely stirred as the two sweaty bodies finally separated and the older blonde woman stood to revel in her deserved glory. Triumphant, she placed the ball of her foot on Rachel's tit, an act that caused another well of cheers to explode from the crowd.

As she looked over the crowd, Stella saw that it wasn't just packed with customers, but all of her dancers as well. She remembered the humiliation and defeats they had suffered these past few months since Rachel starting working at the Hill. Stella also felt Rachel's body stir under her foot and realized that beating her in a sexfight wasn't enough, it was her responsibility to make sure the brunette wasn't a problem ever again.

In the crowd, she spotted Lavender, the Hill's most senior and popular dancer. Rachel targeted her on just her second day. She challenged the exquisite African-American woman to a sexfight while in the middle of a private session with one of her most valued clients. Lavender just assumed it was a friendly match but then she was not only beaten but humiliated in front of the client too. If anyone deserved their first shot at redemption, it was her.

Stella motioned for the Black stripper to approach and whispered instructions in her ear once she was at the stage. The crowd cheered again with the thought of Lavender getting in on the action but groaned in disappointment when she left the stage area. Stella quickly placated them.

"Don't worry! It's about to get really good up here!" and the crowd roared its approval at the welcome news.

From the rear, Stella saw Lavender make her way to the front holding a pair of objects in her hand that made everyone gasp with delight. In one hand, she held a pair of handcuffs, lined with deep purple fur, and tied together with an extra long link. In the other hand, she held a length of soft rope that was designed to bind, but not bruise.

While Stella watched Lavender make the lengthy walk, she could feel the brunette's body twitch a little bit more under her foot. A nasty idea came to her head. She repositioned her foot until it hovered just over Rachel's exposed slit and slid her foot, from balls to heel, against the wonderfully slick surface of the beaten woman's pussy lips. Rachel's body twitched even more when Stella held and massaged the outer lip between her big and index toes. Then she let out an involuntary groan when Stella's big toe pushed past the lips and explore the silky walls inside. But what caused Rachel to wake up was when Stella grabbed Rachel's clit between her big and index toes and pull. The stiff bud felt so good in her grasp and having such absolute control over Rachel was such an overwhelming feeling that it almost made Stella cum on stage!

Rachel woke with a start and flailed wildly in an attempt to get some revenge on Stella. But other dancers jumped on the stage and held her by her limbs to keep her on the ground while she struggled mightily against their tight holds. When Lavender finally got on the stage she went to Stella who whispered the instructions into her ear. The beautiful Black stripper gave her blonde boss and evil grin at the plans she had for the troublesome brunette.

First, Lavender went to the girls holding onto her arms and they helped her secure Rachel's wrists in the cuffs with her arms held overhead. Despite the extra length in the cuffs, Rachel's hands were effectively trapped. The two women whose hands were now free from securing Rachel's arms, then joined the dancers holding her legs and all four of them dragged the helpless brunette until her pussy hovered just inches from the stripper pole. While two women secured Rachel's legs, the other four worked to tie the rope and secure it around Rachel's ankles.

The brunette was now trapped with the cold, hard steel of the stripper pole just inches from her hot, wet pussy.

The crowd murmured at the awesome sight of the gorgeous brunette, lying on the floor, her majestic tits jutting towards the ceiling while surrounded by four Amazonian women of inestimable beauty.

Stella circled her prey once to make sure she had the crowd's attention. She did. Rachel eyed the blonde defiantly and screamed every insult and epithet that came to mind. When Stella reached the top of Rachel's head, they made eye contact. Good. Stella wanted Rachel to see everything she had planned.

She then positioned her body until it straddled Rachel's, the two of them now face to face. She lowered herself until her knees touched the floor and her pussy settled comfortably onto Rachel's taut torso. Stella reached her hands up and with an almost ironically loving touch, massaged Rachel's neck and shoulders. A masseuse in a previous life, she still practiced her former craft, and that effort was rewarded as Rachel's body relaxed as the tension eased out of her.

The practiced hands then moved down until they engulfed the brunette's gigantic mountains of titmeat. Stella rubbed her hands up and over the giant hillocks. She squeezed, kneaded, massaged, and released the breasts with such arduous passion that Rachel's relaxed state was soon replaced with a feeling of utter desire. With her fingers, she twisted, twirled, and pulled on Rachel's nipples which got so stiff they could probably cut glass.

It was, without a doubt, the best breast massage she had ever given.

As Stella worked her magic, Rachel couldn't help herself and arched her back and hips at the enormous waves of pleasure that radiated through her body from her tits. Every time her body rose, it fell forward, and fell forward until her pussy lips brushed against the pole.

Looks of fear, anger, horror, and pleasure tore their way across Rachel's face when she finally understood Stella's plan. By this time though, she was too far gone, and could only surrender to her body's desires. Stella's unrelenting pressure on her tits caused her to sink her slit as deep as possible into the hard surface and she rubbed herself against it as vigorously as she could.

"AH! OOOOHHH! FUCK, THAT FEELS GOOD!!!", she loudly moaned as her body's betrayal was now irreversible. When Stella saw she was close to going off, she decided it was time to deliver the coup de gras. She lowered her head and gently sucked on Rachel's nipples.

"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!", screamed a thoroughly defeated Rachel as she blew load after load of cum onto the stripper pole which gave it another layer of lubrication and let her rub herself even harder onto the cylinder which triggered another round of orgasms.

As the brunette's body relaxed after it had finally cum to exhaustion, the last thing Stella saw before Rachel's eyes closed was the will to fight disappear.

Stella stood over Rachel's body victorious. Droplets of cum from her own orgasms at the constant rubbing of the brunette's taut torso against her own pussy plopped onto Rachel's defeated tits. It was a sight so erotic that it drove the audience almost into a frenzy.

As she stepped over Rachel to walk off the stage, things began to feel familiar again to Stella. She was hot, sweaty, dripped with cum, and soaking in the roars of an adoring audience. She looked over the audience and found what she sought. A redhead who had caught her eye earlier. Normally, a woman of her age, she looked 21, would be too young for her tastes, but this particular redhead had the aura and body of someone who looked like a fantastic fuck. Still naked, Stella strutted over to the seated redhead, held out her hand to help the woman standup, and then embrace her in a long, wet kiss amidst the audience.

The redhead kissed her back with an enthusiasm and skill that confirmed to the experienced blonde that she made the right choice. They broke the kiss, and hand in hand, they walked back to Stella's private office where everyone fantasized about the things that the two women would do to each other. Other women busied themselves with releasing Rachel from her restraints and cleaning up the stage for the next act.

While this frenzy of activity happened, the announcer gave the crowd a reminder.

"What a Staturday folks! Remember, it only happens here, at the Hill!"

[YuriLesboLover]

Rachel finally gets put in her place but I doubt she’ll accept it. Short but sweet. These stories really remind me of your old Journeys series that you never finished. I hope you get back to that one some day