They stopped at Deshan's club, and as the music from the car stopped Lola found she could think clearly again. She considered trying to run from the club (knowing that her body wasn't build for running), but Sarah's wish had been clearly phrased. She'd wished that Jon...
"... become a stripper named Lola who works in the local club.I also wish that all her money would be send to my account. To make sure that you will enjoy this I wish that Lola had breasts size of soccer ball that will be also extremely perky."
...and that was that. She HAD to answer to the name "Lola", because it was now her name. She HAD to work as a stripper in this club, AND send all her money back to Sarah, AND she had to enjoy it. She had no other options in life. Even if she could get the stone from Sarah, she'd probably have to be Lola and live Lola's life. That was the way the wish was phrased.
At least Deshan seemed nice. He opened the backdoor of the club (a gaudy place called "Phantasia"), and she wiggled inside, not having any other options.
And the night...oh, the night...the music...
The other girls all seemed to know her, and most of them liked her. She went on stage, not knowing what was really going to be expected of her...but once the throbbing pulse of the club music took her, she lost herself in her act. It wasn't just a conventional striptease, but rather an agile, nearly tribal dance that indulged Lola's new need to flaunt herself. It was as natural as breathing, and Lola soon stopped trying to fight the feeling that the dim lighting, lascivious music and howling crowd of men had created a comforting ambience.
She was WANTED by them!
All of them, and though she had to strip for a living, she felt no compulsion to let them do anything else. It drove them nuts that she was such a minx on the stage...but never wanted to do more than dance.
Deshan actually liked that about her. He figured that she'd eventually get around to it...but only on her terms. So many girls just handed out pussy like they were serving drinks. But Lola - non-stop body and sugar-sweet voice - had more self respect than any stripper he'd ever seen. She could ride that pole all night, and sometimes did. She was a gifted dancer, and did a hell of a lot more than just shake her tits and bounce her ass like other girls with her build. Each set was a solid mix of grind, shimmy and naughty "hi and peek-a-boo" moves that drove men crazy. She looked like a kitten...moved like a tigress...
But...she never put out.
Deshan could respect that. After all, she was living with him. And...he had kinda grown fond of her.
That night...
"It was jus' so COOL!" Lola gushed, still worked-up from all her dancing.
It was almost 2 in the morning, and she'd danced twelve 15-minute sets during the night, interspersed with short breaks to catch her breath. She'd showered off in the stalls behind the club, and despite all that, she was still worked up. She wore a black tee-shirt with the "Harley Davidson" logo on the front (thrown on stage by a patron, and used as a prop in that dance) tied beneath her giant rack, and tight, white cut-offs that were intended for a girl with a smaller ass. She'd reapplied her make-up, and she looked like a porn star as she gyrated in place, her body under the influence of his cars stereo again. He stopped at a restaurant on the way home, and they sat in a booth while they talked. She was still a bundle of energy, eating her burger and fries like a little kid and blowing bubbles in her milk while she giggled at his non-stop jokes, or talked about shit you usually couldn't talk to a stripper about.
Everything was going cool...right up to the time she pulled out the thick wad of bills she'd made tonight.
She lay them out before her while she talked, saying she agreed that the next Star Trek movie was going to be lame, while she sorted them into stacks and paperclipping them into bundles of one-hundred dollars each...then slipping them into an envelope with "SARAH" written on the front. At the end of the week, she'd take the bundles down to the bank and turn it into Money Orders, that she'd send to Sarah McMillan.
"Girl, why you gotta do that? Ain' no way she worth that much dough. Keep some out for you' self, huh? Buy some clothes or somethin'..."
Lola looked down at her plate, and took a bite of her burger. She chewed slowly, then said very quietly "I can' do that, Deshan. It's not my money. I gotta do this, 'kay? Jus' don' ask me 'bout it no more."
"But girl, you' ain' got nothin'. Who this Sarah, anyway? She you' kid? You' sister? Mother?"
"Nope, nope an' nope. Can we drop this, Deshan? I'm not in the mood to talk 'bout this righ' now."
Deshan looked at her for a long time, and she started to squirm in her seat. Sarah was maybe a blackmailer, or something like that. It was starting to piss him off. But what was REALLY driving him nuts, was that spending time with her was making him realize that she wasn't stupid at all. She SOUNDED dumb, but that was just because she had this breathy, girly-girl voice. But, if you LISTENED to what that voice was saying, you found out that she was maybe smarter than you were.
"She owns you' ass, huh?"
Lola looked up, and brushed a tear from her cheek.
"Yeah, she does. I'll be din' this for th' rest of my life. I gotta. It's what she wants me to do. I got no choice. Don' ask me more, please? We were havin' a lotta fun here, an' now I gotta think about this shit again. It's...depressing."
They finished eating, and he ordered her a piece of pie to make up for giving her the third degree. By the end, they'd gotten back to the easy give-and-take of earlier. On the way home, she jiggled and giggled to the beat of his stereo again...and seemed to have let her earlier worries slip bye.
He almost did too, until he saw her looking at all the money she'd made that night...then slip it into her cheap bag, obviously trying to put it out of her mind.
Nope. Wasn't right. Not at all.
That night - for the first time he could remember - she crawled into bed with him, and snuggled close. He didn't try anything, but when she cuddled against him, he slipped an arm around her. She didn't cry or anything like that, she just asked "Will you take care of me? I don't...I won't...I can't have anything...ever. I'll need someone to keep me safe. You jus' can't ever ask me 'bout Sarah again, 'kay. Jus' keep me safe, an' I'll do what you want. I'm gonna...love strippin' for you, Deshan. I'm gonna do whatever you want..."
She slid down his torso, and took his cock in her hands. She looked at it like she'd never seen one this close before, then took it into her mouth. Then she started crying, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she sucked...sucked...sucked...
When she was done, Lola lay against him for warmth, and he pulled the covers up to her neck. She'd stopped crying, and now just stared off into the corner of the room. He said "You didn't wanna do that at all, girl."
She didn't answer for a minute, then "No...wasn't bad. My first time. I'll...I'll get used to it. May as well, you know. But...jus' with you, 'kay? That okay, Deshan? You' a nice guy...an' I'll do whatever you want...if you'll keep me safe."
"How long?"
"Maybe...maybe forever."
"An', if I was to go to this Sarah's house...an' blow her fuckin' head off...what would you think?"
She clenched her fingers around his cock, but didn't look up.
Finally "I'd love you forever, Deshan. If you did that...I'd love you forever..."
Deshan nodded. "Tha's cool, Lola. Maybe I well, then. She deserve it?"
Lola started working his cock with her hand, obviously trying to massage him hard again. It didn't take much.
She rolled on top of him, and slid onto him with a sharp, little cry of mixed pleasure and pain. She was so pink and tight, that he guessed he really was her first. She started riding him then, yiny hands splayed against his hard, black chest. She moaned, and smiled as she slid up and down. "Much...better than...I'd expected. I could...I will get used to this...oh, it's so good an'...big...an I love...love...love it so much. I'll love you forever...oh, I'll love you...love you...so much..."
Then she looked down into his eyes, and her features were still kitten-cute...but her eyes were tiger-crazy. She rode him...rode him...
"Yeah...I can get used to this...oh, yeah...I LOVE it...an' if you kill her...I'll tell you a secret...about the magic...rock...an' I'll fuck you like this...forever..."
He grabbed her ass - lots of junk in her trunk - and pulled her down harder and tighter. She gasped and cried out, then leaned forward and kissed him hard. He kissed back, and she moaned out in a shuddering climax. He was certain that he was her first.
"I love it...I love it...I fuckin' love it..." she moaned, and Deshan knew she was telling the truth. She looked into his eyes, and her smile was still crazy, but not big crazy, which was better. She smiled down at him, flashing him a big, mouth full of pearly teeth "Fuckin' AWESOME! Oh, THAT'S what it's like, huh? It's...perfect! I think I'm gonna like being on this side of th' fence. Long as I got you, to take care of me..."
Deshan tweaked her nose, and she giggled - all sunshine and lollypops again.
"Don' worry 'bout that, Lola. Far as I'm concerned, you private stock now. So...tell me where Sarah lives." he asked, thinking about the handgun he kept in his glove compartment. This was some fine, prime pussy he was tapping...and he'd killed before. When they'd deserved it. And since this Sarah was fuckin' with HIS bitch...then Sarah was gonna die. But...what was this about a magic rock? He hoped she wasn't talking about crack, 'cause he didn't want her doin' anythin' that hard. After all, he wanted a family someday...
