Club Inequity, Austin TX. Summer 2009.

“Take it off! Woo! Take it off!”

The dancer grinned at the catcaller and tossed him a veil. That was the proper reaction to her power. Yes!

Tonight, she was someone special. She wasn’t just Kathleen Ansley, a poor twenty-something girl from the wrong side of the tracks in East Texas. No. Tonight, she was the Queen of Darkness, a Fallen Angel of Lust who could make people do whatever she wanted. Her name tonight was “Courtney Crowe.”

She danced across the stage at Club Inequity, and among the tables. She flashed her assets- long dark hair, dark knowing eyes, full pouting lips enhanced by injectable chemicals, large natural breasts, hourglass figure, gleaming taut legs and belly, cunt covered by a thin black and red thong- at the crowd. The men- most of them- bellowed and hooted at her. Others looked away or simply stared, but Courtney knew she had their attention as well. The women in the club- who included waitresses, other dancers, and a few customers- gave her similarly pleasing reactions. Some fumed with jealousy, some enticed her to particular customers with come hither requests, some pretended to ignore her. Courtney accepted it all. She knew some of the women lusted after her as much as the men. She had been with both men and women, enjoyed it many times. She had been stripping several years now, and loved the power it gave her. What came afterward, she loved that power too.

“Drag me to Hell, Courtney!” a drunk man screamed, climbing on stage and lunging at her just before two bouncers standing nearby grabbed him and pulled him down. It was a strategic move meant to entice the crowd, and the drunk had been asked to make it by Timmy Boyle, the forty-something unmarried club manager, in return for a reduced tab. Courtney grinned at the planted gawker as she watched him borne away, then blew a kiss at Timmy.

The theme at the club that night was “Lust Demons of Acheron”. Timmy, a role-playing enthusiast, had penned it. He’d designed posters and costumes, drafted a script, and given improvisation advice. Courtney was dressed- at the moment- in a black latex and lace bikini covered by sheer veils of various colors she had been doffing throughout the evening. She also wore fake plastic horns, imitation papier-mache wings, and three long paper tails dangling from her thong panties that she liked to shake and twirl at customers. Add a bit of appropriate makeup, and she was a Succubus, per Timmy’s term, a demoness who lured and damned the lustful. Other club employees tonight- dancers, bouncers, and waitstaff, Timmy also- were garbed similarly.

“We going to have a Holy Heaven Night next week?” Courtney had asked Timmy when he’d shown her and the other dancers the theme plans. She was as big a fan of angelic outfits as demonic ones.

“Maybe,” Timmy answered, shrugging and adjusting his glasses. “I have a lot of theme ideas. That is one of them.”

“It will work, T,” Courtney chuckled. “Don’t worry. Hey, about that raise we discussed…?”

“I didn’t promise anything, Courtney.” Timmy shook his head. “I have other employees to consider, too, and given the amount of tips you take in every night…”

“You know those aren’t entirely up to me, T. The rubes can get stingy and run out of funds.”

“Right, but we don’t take a percentage either. And you make a lot of tips every time we have customers.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, the manager of Tawdry Dreams was in here the other night and made me a very tempting offer.”

“Well, Courtney, that club does take a percentage of tips and if you went there, you’d lose all your work experience benefits here. Might behoove you to just keep doing a good job and be patient.”

“Fine, T. Might behoove you to remember I go home with you every now and then, let you fuck me, and suck your shaft.”

Several of the other dancers gasped and glared at her when she said that, shocked by her boldness. Courtney didn’t care. Sexual harassment was stock in trade at places like this, and she’d just deny everything if a problem was created. Never mind that it was true.

Timmy bit his lip and waved at her in dismissal. “You dance well again tonight, I’ll think more about it. Talk to me later.”

“Fine, T,” Courtney replied, delivering her most pleasing grin. The other girls didn’t say anything. After all, it was well known that Courtney was the club queen bee.

As directed by Timmy, she then performed her best routines that night. Solo strip and pole dances, also group skits with the other dancers, all for the throngs of emotional patrons. They’d been at it for about five hours now. Her veils were gone already, though her bikini bra and thong panties remained. She’d already doffed them a few times, then gotten dressed again prior to further stripping. The shift would end in another hour or so.

Courtney bit back a snarl as she thought of all to which she was subjecting herself. Objectification, exploitation, vice… she had issues with these things as much as the next person sometimes, as every good person should. But she also adored them. Such things gave her power. They had ever since she’d decided to embrace them after flunking out of college. Maybe she’d go back someday and try again, when she got older and wiser. For now…

For now, she would keep on being the selfish person she was. And, hey, if her special secret plan succeeded, if she ever found the right target, maybe it wouldn’t matter if she ever went back to college or if she got that raise.

A tall rangy man in a brown suit waved at her from a table near the back just then. Hmm, Courtney thought. The skit is about over. I have some time before the next one. She sized him up. Dark brown hair, pale skin, handsome, face like a movie star- Ben Affleck or someone similar. Figure was nice, well-built. The suit screamed money. So did the similar suit of the young blonde man sitting with the Affleck lookalike. He looked like Matt Damon, Affleck’s frequent collaborator, but also enough like the Affleck lookalike to be his brother. Hmm.

She whispered to another dancer standing next to her on the stage. “Hey, Sal, you know those two?”

The other dancer, a slim dyed blonde called “Sultry Salome” who was more social than Courtney, was dressed tonight like a Babylonian princess. She pursed her lips. “I don’t know the young one. The tall one is in here off and on. His name’s Roger Swift. He’s a big tipper, oil baron from Houston.”

Oil baron? Interesting! “The young one looks like his brother.”

“He’s mentioned a brother to me once or twice. Henry, I think.”

“You go home with them?”

“Just Roger. A couple times. He isn’t bad, but I’ve had better. He had X the first time. I told him I don’t like it. He didn’t have it the second time. Don’t know if he could pull it out again.”

Courtney didn’t care about drugs. It was even better for her plan if her patsy already had a record of using them. “Anything else twisted? Weird?”

“No. Pretty nice guy. Just not that great compared to some. I don’t know anyone else who’s gone home with him.”

“Hey, how bout you help me out then?” She whispered a few ideas.

Salome looked intrigued, then grimaced. “I already promised Steve Stuckey I’d go home with him tonight. You did too, remember?”

Courtney pondered the issue, then shrugged. Steve Stuckey was a more regular customer and he would understand. After all, he was the other half of her secret plan. The oil barons made a great target for that stratagem too. Salome didn’t know about the plan, but that was good. If she did know, they’d have to cut her in. Courtney could keep her fooled easily, and cut her in if things went the wrong way. Either tactic worked. She was a sister stripper, she would be on Courtney’s side no matter what, right?

“Tell Stuckey we’ll make it up to him later. Send Giselle and Barbie instead, if they’re free.”

“Okay, but will you make it up to me later too?” Salome pointed at her pussy to indicate what she wanted.

Courtney snickered. “Sure thing.”

They then danced over to the oil barons’ table once the skit was finished. Courtney considered the oil barons further. Hmm, they were young. Roger was thirty at most and Henry- if that was his name- was of similar age. That meant an older relative probably had control of the bulk of their bank accounts. No big deal. She knew how to handle that.

“Hello, boys,” Courtney said when they reached the oil barons’ table. “Roger and Henry, right? Salome here told me about you.”

Roger beamed at them. “Hey, Sally. Hi, Courtney. I heard your name on the speaker earlier. Yeah, I’m Roger Swift. This is my little brother Henry. It’s his birthday today.”

Birthday? Excellent! “Well, then,” Courtney improvised, “you want us to dance before you, on Henry’s birthday?”

“Hey!” Salome mock protested. “That’s my line!”

“Sorry.” Courtney gave her associate an apologetic look, then licked her cheek. “You want both of us or just one, boys?”

“Just one,” Roger answered. “And we’d like a new flavor.”

Great! Now she didn’t have to bring Salome along at all. “Okay.”

Salome accepted the roll of bills Roger gave her as libation. “I’ll tell our previous plan you’re busy,” she then advised Courtney, referring to Stuckey and further arousing the rubes in one phrase.

“Thanks,” Courtney waved her off, then turned back to the oil barons. “You sure you don’t want one more girl?”

“Yes,” said Roger, putting more cash on the table for emphasis. Henry still hadn’t said anything. “We’d like a table dance, and a lap dance each. Then, if you’re free when you get off…” He jerked his head at the door suggestively.

Courtney accepted the coded offer with a shrug. “We’ll see if I want to. It will be my decision, stud.” She couldn’t make a clear promise with money before her. The men might be friends of cops or something. Such stings were not unknown. She’d have to be careful. Oh well, she had dealt with such things before. Even met Stuckey on such a sting.

She danced on the table for the brothers, made all the right moves in all the right places. At the end, she doffed her top, revealing her hard pink nipples tipped with gold bar jewelry. Roger shouted appreciation, while Henry smiled politely and nursed his drink. Courtney was familiar with both reactions. She decided to be extra nice to Henry later, make him more interested. He seemed reluctant for some reason. Maybe…

“You ever been to a place like this before?” she asked the younger brother.

He shook his head no. “First time inside one. I’ve heard about such places, this one’s okay. I do know one girl who works here. Roger introduced me to her. It’s just…”

“You’re wound up, not sure what’s gonna happen?” Courtney smirked at him. “Well, wait and find out, honey. Hey stud, mind if I take care of the birthday boy first?”

“No problem.” Roger stuffed a hundred in her thong. “Just make it good for him, please. Me too, when you get to me.”

“You got it.” Courtney then moved over Henry’s lap and danced close to him. She moved in as far as she could, given their physics and her limitations. She sought to arouse her customer, shaking and displaying her body.

She didn’t actually touch him, as per club rules and practiced technique. Instead she merely jiggled her breasts and grinned, turning and mocking like she would sit down on his lap and then at the last instant moving away. Henry kept his hands to himself, following club protocol. Roger watched intently. Courtney shook her tails and rear at Henry, who smiled politely but did not react further.

Hmm, what’s the deal? she wondered. How long you been in here? All my stage dances and the table shake were not enough for you, and now not even this works either? Oh well, at least it’s getting me hot enough. I feel my heart hammering, my anticipation rising, everything shaking like my body. Do you feel me, Henry? Do you? No?

She frowned and moved closer, touching his thighs with her tails. A bouncer walked past as she did, his look reminding her not to get too rowdy. Like Courtney needed reminding! She shot the thug- a large big-nosed goon with a black flattop named Moe Spiff- an upraised middle finger, then moved away from Henry. He smiled again and handed her a fifty. Courtney stuck it in her pants and sighed.

“How old are you?” she asked Henry.

“Twenty-three. You?”

“About that.” She was actually older, but it didn’t matter. Courtney looked at Roger. “How bout you, stud?”

“Twenty-seven,” Roger said. “He’s waiting to get into you till we get back to the hotel. Right, bro?”

“Yeah, Roger, whatever you say.” Henry looked at Courtney, smiled, blinked, but still didn’t seem aroused.

What is his deal? Courtney wondered. Maybe I’ll find out later. Curious now, she took another tip from Roger and then repeated her lap dance routine for him. The older brother was more excited, whooping and grinning but never touching her since the bouncer was still nearby. Courtney did all she could to tease him. This earned her another hundred- that made over a thousand dollars in tips tonight, thirty percent or so from this table. That might be good enough for her to count things a profit whether or not the rest of the night went well. She shook her breasts for Roger one last time, then moved back and smiled at him.

“I get off a half hour or so past closing time. You driving home?”

“Our hotel isn’t too far,” said Roger. “We got a suite at the Doubletree by the airport. Our home’s back in Houston, we’re here till tomorrow.”

“Nice. What you boys do for a living? Salome said you were in oil but not much more.”

“Our dad owns an oil refinery. Mom’s active in the state congress, Republican Party. Henry and I are Vice Presidents at Dad’s company. Well, I am. He isn’t quite there yet.”

“Almost got my MBA, then I’ll get there,” Henry added. “Roger’s had a few but he’s not at his limit yet. I’ll be driving. I’m staying sober. You don’t have to be with both of us if you come back to the hotel. I’m fine.”

Why was he saying that? Nice guy? Or… “You boys married?”

“No, neither of us,” said Roger, frowning at Henry. “He’s between relationships, so am I. Look, come with us if you like. We’ll be outside when you get off. Green Jag, vanity plates with our last name- Swift- and number 17. We’re parked on the east side. Nobody but you, okay?”

“I’ll think about it.” Courtney accepted another two hundreds from Roger and then danced away. Henry was playing coy, she supposed, while Roger was the horny one. They might switch routines later. That would be fine. She’d seen stranger gags. This one intrigued her, even if her plan wasn’t enough.

What now? she thought, checking the stage. Next skit wasn’t starting yet, she still had a little time.

Salome was moving close to her. “Stuckey wants to chat with you. He’s a little peeved.”

Courtney didn’t bother to put down her co-conspirator for his attitude. Might as well let him know I spotted some prime targets, she thought. “Where is he?”

“Over there.” Salome pointed at a table on the other side of the club. “Go talk to him. Giselle has another engagement tonight, but Barbie’s free. I told Stuckey Barbie and I would go home with him, and he’s fine with that, but he still wants to talk to you before we leave. Go talk to him. I’ll make sure Moe doesn’t bother you.”

“Alright, thanks.” Courtney moved over to Stuckey- a mustached ferret-faced little man with curly black hair in a gray suit- while Salome distracted the bouncer who was watching her. Moe should know Stuckey was a local county prosecutor, a regular, and a good tipper, Courtney grumbled to herself. Stupid overzealous henchman. I should get Timmy to discipline him.

She smiled at Stuckey for now, rubbing her neck to get him tingling. “Hey, bigshot. Sorry I can’t go home with you tonight. Tomorrow okay? Or will your wife be back in town?”

“Tomorrow’s fine,” Stuckey shrugged. “Just not the day after. Unless… those guys our patsies?”

He waved at the Swift brothers’ table, but Courtney knew who he meant. Courtney wasn’t surprised he’d put things together. “Yeah, they could be. I’m not sure yet, but it’s likely. You know them?”

“I know of them. Their mom’s an aide on the state legislature, far right wing, and their dad’s a billionaire with his own refinery. The older one’s a known Lothario with a few rumors about mixed vices, nothing concrete. The younger one’s an unknown up and comer. They might do. Let me know, okay?”

“I will. You be ready. Have your other lawyer friends ready too, especially the lady friend you told me about.”

“Sure. If you play your part, we’ll play ours.”

“No problem, bigshot.” Courtney gave him a quick lap dance and accepted a few more bills. She then moved towards the dressing room. She needed to change before the next skit.

Timmy met her in the dressing room. “I thought about what we discussed earlier. Can we talk about it after work tonight?”

“Day after tomorrow.” Courtney wasn’t about to break either of her arranged engagements. “That okay for you? I’ll make it good.” If her plan succeeded, she would have an easy out. If not, at least Timmy was a decent lover- usually.

“Okay. I decided to give you a bonus for tonight, by the way. After the closing skit.”

“Thanks, boss.” Courtney beamed at him and pecked his cheek. The night was working out great!

***

A short time later, she left the club to meet the Swift brothers. The closing skit had gone well, no problems. Timmy’s bonus was a good amount. She’d made over two thousand in tips so far tonight too, she’d counted. Salome and a couple other girls had done better. Oh well, her fortunes would improve soon enough. She still had a few hours till dawn and surely the Swift brothers weren’t done tipping her yet. Courtney had donned her street clothes- a red pullover sweater, stonewashed jeans, and black flats. Her purse was tucked over her shoulder and a bottle containing her prepared cocktail was inside. She had to get both brothers to drink it, somehow. Maybe after she put out for them, or before. It should be easy.

Moe stopped her as she neared the exit door. “Hey, Courtney. You sure about what you’re doing? I know you’ve done it before, but…” He paused, then, seeing she was glaring at him, kept speaking. “Sometimes these people have unexpected plans for the girl they invite. I’ve seen it happen. If you need a friend tonight, after you get through with them, or even instead of them… I can’t do everything they can do for you, but I am willing to be there for you regardless of that.”

Courtney considered his offer. She wasn’t surprised by it. The bouncer was infatuated with her- of course he was- and she could use a man like him. Always good to have another ally, she thought, someone to dance to my tune. He could even come in handy. “You’re a good man, Moe. I appreciate you. What’s your number?”

He handed her a card with it written down that she tucked away. She gave him her number in reply. She then explained that she had to do what she had arranged, leaving her secret plans out of it. The white knight wouldn’t believe her if she voiced them, and she didn’t want to cut him in unnecessarily either. Perhaps if he was loyal enough to her afterwards, she would cut him in. It was always nice to meet a kindred spirit, one that could help her make things go her way. She kissed Moe on the cheek, then walked off. No, she would not go home with him tonight. Her plans were more important.

The rubes were waiting for her in the Jaguar. Roger waved while Henry nodded. “You came!” Roger beamed.

“Not yet, stud,” Courtney laughed. “You will make me do that when we get back to the hotel, though, right?”

“Of course! And if you get with Henry here, he’ll make it real good for you. Won’t you, Henry?”

“Yes, Roger.” Henry rolled his eyes. “You need anything before we get to the hotel? I know an adult store with condoms is nearby. We got wine earlier before we drove over here.”

Wine. That would work for her scheme. “I have condoms already. You boys know what you want to do with me?” She hoped they were both as vanilla as Salome had said Roger was.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want,” Roger promised. “We appreciate you coming with us.” Henry nodded agreement at his brother’s expression.

“Not yet, but you will in due time,” Courtney replied. She then got in the car with them- Roger opened the back door for her like a gentleman. It was comfortable,, she mused as they drove out of the parking lot. Henry was a sober driver as promised and the hotel wasn’t too far. Salome waved at her from near Stuckey’s convertible as they passed it. So did Moe, who was standing outside his Jeep. Courtney returned both gestures and relaxed. Good, witnesses were a plus.

***

Doubletree Hotel.

The hotel suite was three rooms, a setup familiar to Courtney. A sitting room, a bedroom with two double beds, and a restroom. The wine, a bottle of expensive red, was on the table in the sitting room. Courtney checked it and smiled. It would do.

“Nice room, boys,” she said to Roger and Henry as they moved around her.

“Thanks.” Roger was talking, Henry was silent. The older brother had unlocked the door. He was moving towards the bedroom now, putting aside his jacket. Henry nodded at Courtney and sat on the suite’s couch. A pillow and blanket were piled at one corner.

Courtney frowned. Okay, clearly they were sleeping separately. Not a two-man team for sex- she had yet to meet one of those, though Giselle and other girls had told her stories of it. Oh well. She’d roll with events and enjoy herself, then enact her plans.

“Now that you have me here,” she flirted with the brothers, “what are you going to do with me?”

“You can go first, Rog,” Henry told his brother, winking at her. “I’ll just relax here. You know how I like to play this.”

“Right, bro.” Roger looked disappointed for an instant, then recovered. Having paused at the bedroom door, he looked at Courtney. “Follow me, we’ll fool around. Then you come back and give him round two. If you feel like it.”

Courtney had no problem with that routine. She’d done it before. The boys must be strapped for cash or they’d have grabbed two of us, she mused. Too bad. Or maybe they didn’t think they could score two girls, even though sometimes we have been known to go for free. I’ve been part of that too. I don’t need cash for this kind of thing, though it is nice. It’s just a tip, not a trade. I love being what I am, boys. Most of us do. Maybe she’d tell them… no, that would mess with her plans. Oh well, maybe if they were worth it, she’d change her mind. Or not. The plan was more worth it. Stick to the plan, Courtney! She pushed down her guilt.

First, she had to get access to the wine. Roger was picking it up. “Let me open that, stud,” she stopped him. “Ration it out for all of us. You go get ready for me. Or is your brother still not drinking?”

“I could,” Henry shrugged when Roger looked his way. “We’re back safe at the hotel now. You got a ride for later, Courtney? We don’t mind if you stay here afterwards, we got the bill. Three guests are already covered with the desk. You can go whenever you want, your choice. I’m tired, but I could stay up if you don’t have a ride.”

Courtney thought about it quickly. She’d fucked two guys in succession and then jerked the second off again when he drove her home last month. Was this another similar go-round? Okay. No, wait, that wouldn’t work for her plans. She needed another ride. She did have a possible backup. She dug out her phone from her pocket and texted Moe. “Changed my mind if you’re still up. Come by the Airport Doubletree in a few hours? – Courtney.”

“We’ll see if my friend says yes or no,” she told Henry, putting her phone back in her pants pocket. I can also text one of the other girls, too, she thought. I’ve done that before. Or get an Uber. If the plan succeeded, she’d have a ride too. But that wasn’t for sure yet. “Can you stay up a while, honey, just in case?”

“Sure.” Henry looked at Roger. “Have fun.”

“Thanks.” Roger smiled at his brother, put down the bottle, then went into the bedroom. Courtney smiled after him, then moved to the wine table. After putting down her purse, she opened the wine with the corkscrew next to the bottle and sniffed it. Nice smell. A set of cups was next to the bottle. She counted out three. Henry was looking away from her, flipping channels on the television.

“They have adult films here,” she suggested, “if you need something to get you going.”

He didn’t seem offended by the suggestion. “I was planning that already.”

Courtney smiled, then moved so her body blocked his view of the wine. She then opened her purse and took out two condoms, placed them next to the wine, then proceeded with the riskiest part of her plans. Fortunately, she enacted it quickly, and Henry didn’t seem to notice, intent on his channel surfing. Phew.

“Is this the only bottle?” Courtney asked him after she was done with the risky thing and pouring the first two cups.

“Yeah, sorry.” Henry didn’t look her way for several instants. Then he stopped and turned to her. “Look, thanks for this, okay? However it goes.”

“No problem.” She poured the third cup- hers. “Hey, if you need another girl, someone I know might still be up. I can get her here and… don’t worry about paying, this isn’t something I do for pay. Every girl at Inequity I know is the same.”

“It’s fine.” Henry waved his hand. “I like being my brother’s enabler.”

Okay. Courtney was pleased. Her guilt was staved off, and her plan was still intact. Part of her hoped Henry would put out later and not be asleep, like a few enablers she’d encountered. She didn’t mind if he got wasted, but… he might be asleep soon anyway. She had only tested this cocktail on herself before. She placed one of the two fuller cups of wine near Henry, then took the bottle and the other two on a tray back to the bedroom. Henry watched her go, then went back to channel surfing with a smile.

Nice guy, Courtney thought. I don’t get that entirely, but I can use it. I like that.

Roger was waiting for her. He’d undressed to his skivvies and was laying on the bed. His body was the sort of thing you got with regular tennis and golf games, Courtney judged. Maybe a few gym workouts here and there. It was okay. She placed the wine tray on the bedside table, drank from her glass- only a little, she didn’t want to get too aggressive yet. She then moved back to the door and closed it.

Her customer took the more full cup without her prompting- good!- and drank most of it in one gulp. Also a relief. Club Inequity had a full liqueur license and Roger clearly had no problem drinking to excess. The opposite could have ruined Courtney’s plans. Phew. She gave him a dazzling smile after he put down the cup. “Your brother said you only have one bottle. I can call a friend of mine to bring another. Sasha might be free, or Judy.”

“Thanks, but I’d rather not,” Roger declined. “Too much too fast. Hey, can you dance for me again? Privately?”

“Sure, stud.” Courtney was glad he was okay with just her and happy to dance like he wanted too. She needed to enjoy this. Both his attitude and his request helped.

She called up some music from her brain- Celine Dion worked. That song about a new day coming. Courtney hummed a few lyrics, letting her anticipation build. Then she unfastened her pants and dropped them to the floor. She moved her body up and down throughout, using her faster routines. Best not to drag this out longer. She was on a time limit.

After she judged Roger excited enough by her exposed legs, she took off her blouse and tossed it aside- not at Roger, she wasn’t feeling that playful tonight. She wasn’t wearing a bra now, she liked to think her high firm breasts usually didn’t need one and going without gave her lovers a charge. She fingered her pussy through the lip of her white panties at the end, grinning at Roger. He clapped softly, then gestured at her panties.

“You can take those off too,” Roger told her, speaking rapidly. “I like it when women do that.”

Courtney nodded. This wasn’t the club, so she had no issues fully exposing herself. She slid off her panties, revealing her shaven smooth snatch. Roger beamed at it. Hope he notices I’m wet already, Courtney thought. That’s part him and part my plan. I love sex, and if my plan keeps going well, I’ll love that too.

“What you want, stud?” Courtney asked, smiling, continuing to finger herself between words. “I do just about everything, and I always ask first.”

“Let me suck you, and you suck me,” Roger said. “Then, I’d like to fuck you.”

“You got it. Wear a condom, okay? They’re next to the wine.”

“I saw them, thanks.”

She fingered herself a little more, then moved towards him. Roger drank a little more wine- good!- then started touching her once she was close. They both knew touching was okay now. Neither bouncers nor club protocol were in play. Courtney enjoyed Henry touching her sweaty skin. She directed his hands to her hair and her breasts, let him stroke both. His touch set her ablaze just fine, she didn’t care about Salome’s complaints and she’d compare Roger to other people later. He was squeezing her nipples the way she liked- good!- and not pulling on her hair too hard, enjoying its softness. Phew. She licked her lips to entice them both, then pulled down his knickers when he allowed her that motion. His shaft looked a good size through the underwear and she was not disappointed when it was removed. Okay.

“Nice,” she said aloud, then sucked on his member as he’d asked her. One quick swallow of the head, a little deep throating, ball fondling to accompany. Roger was soon breathing heavy at her attentions. Courtney was glad he was enjoying himself. Watching his pleasure was a large part of her fun. It built anticipation in her, in so many ways.

“Hey, can you…” His words were rapid again.

Courtney saw his wiggling finger and guessed what he wanted. “Don’t worry, stud, I didn’t forget. Just getting you good and hard first.”

“Oh, okay.”

Courtney hoped he was good at licking pussy. Some men, women too, had an inflated idea of their abilities. Oh well, she was ready for that also, thanks to the egg in her purse. Always best to take responsibility for your own orgasms, get them when you can too. She waited until Roger was good and hard, then moved up and adjusted herself on the bed. She held him with one hand, fondling the bottom of his shaft and the head, which was wet from her saliva. He wasn’t fully erect yet, but he was growing. While fondling him further and kissing his thighs, she moved her cleft near his head, wiggling her legs in anticipation.

Roger stroked and kissed her thighs. No hesitation, nice technique. Then he moved to her wet petals and parted them, started licking and fingering. Two fingers and thumb, stroking vulva and clit. Tongue soon joined them, darting in and out. Courtney thought his skills about what Salome said. Maybe with practice, he could get better. No, wait, that wouldn’t be possible if she did her plan. That was more important. Men were a dime a dozen to her, and women too. She should have no qualms letting this man just be a one night event. Concentrate on the big reward, Courtney reminded herself. And the small ones too.

Many small rewards were moving through her body now. Little flashing sensations, a fire building and growing. Yes! Ahh! She voiced her feelings with a few moans and cries, involuntary for the most part. Courtney knew some people faked their way through such things as this, but that was rarely necessary for her and certainly not in this case. Roger was good at cunt-lapping, at least as good as Sasha or Salome. Maybe, if this wasn’t a one-nighter, he could improve to Timmy or Barbie levels. No, Courtney couldn’t let herself be tempted by that idea.

“Lick me, stud!” she encouraged him, wanting the heated feelings in her cunt to keep growing. “Right there!” He was sucking on her clit now- whoa!- and teasing her labials. She was growing wetter by the instant.

Courtney kept stroking and kissing his member, sucked on the end a little more. Okay, it was strong enough now, and ready. “Hey, stud!” She pointed at the table.

Roger reached for the condoms, guessing what she meant, and grabbed one. “You want me to…?”

“No, let me.” She took a condom from him, unwrapped it, and pushed it onto him with practiced ease. “I like doing this.” She kissed his wrapped shaft for emphasis, sucked on it some more. “Hey, keep doing me, please.”

Roger complied, licking her back and forth. His hands were squeezing her thighs now, also rubbing her rear. His tongue was busy with her cunt’s petals. Courtney concentrated on what he was doing to her, enjoying the moment. She kept his shaft hard but held off his culmination for now. Hers was closer, and more important in both short and long term. Thankfully, Roger was skilled enough to deliver what she wanted. Her body clenched, then released when he sucked on her clit again. Courtney moaned a chorus of breaths as he brought her off. “Ah, ah, ah!”

“Thanks, stud,” she said when calmed, turning herself around again. “Ready for the fucking?”

“Yeah!” Roger was breathing heavy now, proving her skill at arousing him and the situation’s. Courtney grinned and flipped herself around again, placing her cunt near his shaft and opening her legs. She mounted him in one firm movement, smiled and gasped as he thrust into her insides. Her cunt was sensitive but not too much yet, he felt nice. Yes!

She heard another man crying out from the sitting room just then, not a full orgasm but close. Henry had to be watching some kind of adult movie like she’d suggested. Hope you’re keeping yourself ready, Henry, Courtney thought. I’ll be there to deal with you soon. Hope you know not to go too far, though I don’t really care if you do or not. I can adapt to my circumstances.

In the moment, she concentrated on humping Roger’s shaft up and down, letting his arms and legs hold her to him. His hands were stroking her breasts and backside- wonderful! His lips were kissing her nipples. Courtney kissed his forehead, then his lips when they left her breasts. She kissed his chin afterwards. She was enjoying his every movement, and he wasn’t too far gone yet. Good, she’d get a lot out of this. Yes!

His sudden seizure of her shoulders especially pleased him, as did his reversal of their positions so he was on top. Nice! She let him thrust his cock within her cunt several more times, then activated her next tactic. “Hey,” she gasped between his thrusts and caresses, “can you squeeze my neck a bit? Give me a hickey, bite me!” She forecast her hope by looking directly at his eyes.

“Sure,” he answered at once. Then he rubbed her neck, nipped her lightly. At her prompting, he squeezed harder and faster. Courtney was glad what she’d put in the wine was motivating Roger appropriately. It had taken her a lot of self-testing and practice with Stuckey to get the mix right. Her dealer had helped too, but he wasn’t part of her plans with Stuckey. She let the small amount of drugs in her system help excite her to the circumstances, enjoyed what he was doing to her. She pulled back before he could get too rough, moved his hands back to her breasts. He was rougher with them too now- that was no problem, she was okay with a little pain. So it wouldn’t be too much, she brought him off quickly with a few coital squeezes, letting him thrust back and forth in her. Ah, yes, a little more, almost… yes!

Courtney gasped as he brought her to climax for the second time. She could feel him close to coming also- that was good, though she didn’t really need it. No, wait, it was better. Semen was better than just sweat for her plans. “Yes!” she encouraged Roger. “Come for me, fill me up!” She concentrated on her feelings too, kept squeezing his shaft with her nethers as he moved in and out of her. He was gasping and shaking, just like her. But she still had more control. Good!

“Hey, stud,” she gasped out, activating another facet of her plans. “I think your brother put something in the wine earlier. He asked me to let him pour the glasses, and now I’m feeling funny. Didn’t say what it was. I think it’s got me a little…”

“Shit,” Roger cursed, then frowned. He was gasping. “No, that’s…”

“It’s okay, stud,” Courtney chuckled. “I like how it’s making me feel. It’s fine, just wanted you to know.”

“Oh, okay…”

Good, the suggestion she had planted was working. She let him thrust more into her while squeezing his back muscles and letting him kiss her breasts some more. She also applied suction with her loins and kept whispering for him to fill her. Once, twice, then she smiled as he reached climax and ejaculated. She could still feel it through the condom. Good.

She started to roll him over again after they both settled down, pulled her cunt off his cock with a plop. He was gasping and smiling at her. Okay, Courtney decided. If he gets horny again, I’ll let him lick me one more time. He may or may not be ready to go one more round himself. I still need to take care of Henry too, probably, but if this guy needs something else, I’ll…

Wait, Roger was closing his eyes. Okay, he was tired. The wine and what was in the wine had gotten to him. Good. Courtney smiled. That was probably best. She needed to take care of Henry too, after all.

“Thanks, stud,” she told Roger, grabbing his hand and slapping her left tit with it, then her right. She wasn’t a sadist or masochist, she just needed bruising. He didn’t react to what she was doing, seemed to think it was another game to her- which it was- or was just too drowsy to notice. She kept slapping her tits with his hand until Roger had fainted. When Roger was out, she stood up and smiled, walked to her clothes while listening to the sounds from the sitting room.

Henry was still breathing heavily. Good, maybe he’d be quick, though she could handle it if he wasn’t. She reached into her pants and checked her phone. Moe had replied. “Sure. Just let me know when. I’ll be up till 5.” It was almost 330 now. Courtney typed a text for him to come on if he could- she’d get Henry off fast and meet Moe in the parking lot, then get him off too when they got back to his place or hers if she felt like it. No, wait, the plan! She stopped herself, didn’t send the text yet.

Instead, she put down the phone, donned her blouse, let her anticipation build a bit while she listened to Henry. Then, grabbing the second condom and swinging her hips, she opened the bedroom door and stepped out. Her eyes went to the table beside the couch, then the man on the couch. Moans and cries came from the television, but she ignored them.

Henry had drank more of the wine she’d left him. She saw this when she looked at the cup. He was stripped down to his jock shorts, had them pulled down, had his good sized cock hard and ready. His naked body was similar to his brother’s, just more developed muscles. Henry was fondling his member and seemed almost at orgasm- okay! Sweating and breathing heavy, no problem. Courtney grinned at him, stepping in front of the TV.

“No!” Henry stopped, staring at her.

She blinked. Okay, she needed to focus him. Putting a hand on her hip, she smirked and looked at his eyes. “I’m ready for you, birthday boy.”

The younger brother grimaced and stopped stroking himself. “Can you…” He pointed at the TV.

Probably some porn star he likes better than me, Courtney thought. “Am I not your type?”

“No, you’re hot, I just… look at the TV, okay?”

Courtney blinked again, then turned around. She raised an eyebrow. Henry was watching gay porn! Whoa. She knew Giselle and some of the other girls at Inequity liked such things, but she wasn’t a big fan. Henry was, and that might mean… “Are you…?”

“Yeah,” Henry sighed. “Sorry. My family doesn’t know. They wouldn’t like it if they did. I… I plan to get my MBA, then move to Friscoe. I haven’t told anyone. Well, this one girl from your club knows. She’s Asian, dyed red hair, starts with a G…”

“Giselle?” Courtney asked. She had to adapt quickly. She hadn’t thought of this possibility. Fortunately, this wasn’t her first time meeting a gay man.

“Yeah, that’s her name.” Henry smiled. “She’s watched this stuff with me a few times, you can too if you like. Or let me finish and then I’ll…”

Drive me home? No, that would not happen. He was close to the same state as his brother. Courtney could tell that. Okay, good, all was proceeding as she had foreseen. Grinning, she put her hand on her hip. “You sure, honey?” she interrupted Henry, smacking her lips playfully and starting to raise her blouse. She would dance for Henry too like she had for Roger, if necessary. “You sure I’m not what you want?”

“Maybe, but…” He shook his head. “I… I like them better.” He pointed at the TV set.

You should tell your brother you’re gay, Courtney thought. He was nice enough to take you out, get you a girl, and if it’s happened more than twice like you said earlier… maybe he doesn’t feel about what you are like you’re afraid he does. Oh well, your fear works better for my plans anyway. I appreciate it!

She stepped aside and let Henry watch the adult film. “It’s okay, honey. Have fun. I’ll get ready to go.” She then enacted another tactic. “Hey, has your brother ever used drugs?”

“What? Yeah, he has. I told him to stop. Did he…?”

“He may have put something in the wine,” Courtney said. “I’m not sure. I’m just a little… I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“Okay. Well, if you feel bad, I…”

“Just finish, honey, okay?” Courtney prompted him, pointing at the TV screen and his groin. She then dropped the condom on the table beside the couch. “Hey, if you want, jack off into that. I can tell your brother you got me. I’ll make it convincing.”

“Thanks, that’d be great. Giselle did the same thing.”

She had? Excellent! Courtney left the room, hoping he would follow through. He was already unwrapping the condom and resuming his masturbation, so it looked likely.

She grabbed her purse and went back into the bedroom, looked around. Roger was still out. Good. Courtney put on a pair of surgical gloves from her purse and pondered her next stratagem. She waited a moment, listening. Henry was gasping, then coming, judging by his cries. She heard him moan rapidly, then snore. Phew! The cocktail she’d put in the wine was working like she hoped. The molly was making them all horny, and the ecstasy she’d added would soon make them pass out. Good. The Rohypnol would further scramble their memories, too. All would work in her favor. Time to enact the next part of her plan.

She rolled up her blouse, then took a flick knife out of her purse and opened it after wiping down the weapon on her blouse. She cut a few lines across each of her breasts, not too deep, just enough to make the damage clear. Again, she ignored the pain from the violent act. It did not matter. Her reward was worth the price.

After cutting herself adequately, she placed the knife against Roger’s hand, got his prints on it. The gloves and how she was touching the handle would prevent her prints from being on the knife. Good.

Courtney dropped the knife, walked back into the sitting room. Henry was out, awesome! She humped him a bit, got her sweat on his body and her lipstick on his neck. Both were necessary for her plan. She could claim they were part of the lie for his brother too, if Henry woke up. But he didn’t. Good.

She moved off him and grabbed the knife, placed it against Henry’s hand too to get his prints on it. Uncertainty was her friend. She then left the knife beside Henry on the couch. That too was necessary.

She stripped her gloves off next, flushed them down the bathroom’s toilet. She flushed a few extra times for emphasis.

She considered taking more money from the Swift brothers’ wallets. No, they had tipped her enough earlier and taking everything wasn’t smart. Stick to the plan, Courtney reminded herself, and don’t get too crazy. Stuckey warned you about that. She pondered for a moment, then proceeded with her decisions. Just a few more parts of her plan to go in the immediate circumstances.

First, she drank a bit more of the drugged wine, let it settle into her. Soon it was making her head swim. Good. Then she quickly retrieved her phone and sent Moe the text she had typed earlier. Best to have a white knight coming to get her, just in case. He’d help her with the cops, that would be awesome. She considered telling him about the plan, what she wanted to happen. No, it would be better if he didn’t know, just like Stuckey’s lady lawyer friend. That was best. She might not have time to tell him, anyway.

She waited a few more minutes, rehearsed her lines, then dialed three digits. An operator soon answered.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I n-need the p-police!” Courtney stammered. “Two men r-raped me! One has a knife. T-they put me on drugs! I…”

“I understand, ma’am. Are you safe? Are they?”

“They passed out, I…”

“Okay, ma’am. I’ll get the police and EMS to you. Where are you?”

Good! The operator was believing Courtney. Society was conditioned to believe women about what she was doing, believe victims in general, and that worked in her favor. Courtney was good enough an actress to make the operator believe her. She hoped she could make the cops and Moe think the same thing when they arrived. Stuckey would help later.

“D-doubletree Hotel,” she gave her location. “B-by the a-airport.” She gave the room number. “I’m okay, just a little f-frazzled… oh shit, I think t-they’re waking up! Shit!” She hung up the phone, paying no attention to the operator’s protest.

She then reviewed the plan as she laid down in the doorway between the sitting room and the bedroom, rehearsing her testimony and proper attitude. The wine bottle still had enough fluid in it for drug tests and both her patsies had the same chemicals in their bodies. So did she. And she had placed her bruises and knife marks, plus the knife and the prints on it, just as Stuckey had suggested. The drugs and the violence would make the crime worse even though she had agreed to go to the hotel with the men. She would submit to the rape kit when the police asked, it would help. The drugs, her suggestions, Stuckey as the designated driver for the questioning… it would all work. It had to.

Soon the scandal she and Stuckey had planned would further take shape. These two poor fools who savaged her would be accused of sexual assault. Courtney would be praised for her courage, believed. It would be terrible that people would try to shame her for lying, but she was ready for the possibility. Stuckey had prepared her. He would help her soon with further coaching. So would his lady lawyer friend, a fellow prosecutor at the local DA’s office. Courtney recalled her name. Emily Johnson Cartwright, nicknamed “Fire Woman”. She was a crusader against sexual assault and drug-assisted crimes, Stuckey had told Courtney, once a victim of both herself. The DA’s office didn’t care about the bias she had against rape offenders. Common wisdom was that such things helped prosecutors do their jobs, and juries too. It would help Courtney also, further enable her plans. She would play up her victim status, force a speedy trial with Stuckey and the unknowing Fire Woman’s assistance. The courts would help, they’d have to do that. The plan would proceed accordingly.

First Courtney would see the Swift brothers, the men who had hurt her, put away for their crimes. Then she would sue their family for emotional distress, aided by another lawyer friend of Stuckey who was not in on their criminal plans. Hopefully, if all went well, she’d have millions to her name when all was finished.

She’d then keep stripping, even though she didn’t have to. It was fun. The crime was the crime, her reaction would not matter. She’d just fake being a victim long enough to make the cops and the jury in both criminal and civil trials believe her. Then she’d go back to what she was doing before. She had enough of a reputation that Timmy or any other man in the industry would gladly hire her. Society was conditioned to always honor and believe women, even soiled doves. Yes!

The forensics, the cops, everyone else necessary would support her, and she would be ready for the non-supporters. They would have sympathy for her, one and all. And her victims… patsies!… would help with their confusion and anger at each other. The drugs, the violence… all would work in her favor. Stuckey would help arrange and present evidence accordingly. Salome and Giselle might be problems… but no, that was surely not possible. Her sisters would do as she hoped, their biased conditioning would be her ally. Same for Moe, Timmy, and any other unknowing man involved in the situation. The Swift brothers too- the suggestion that both had been responsible was already in play. Courtney could think of no way things would not go as they had planned. Relax, she told herself. Relax!

Courtney grinned as she heard a siren approaching. Soon, she thought, glad she was starting to feel drowsy from the drugs she had consumed. Soon. She closed her eyes and prepared her conscience, ready for what would happen next.

Succubus, was her final thought before she passed out. Timmy called me that earlier. And that’s my nature. I am the scorpion that stings the frog.

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End Notes- The characters in this story are not meant as hate sinks, merely a cautionary realistic depiction of characters based on people I have known. Their emotions and actions are written to fit the story. Courtney and Stuckey are the only ones I consider truly evil. Henry, Roger, and other characters are making mistakes, in my opinion, but they are not bad people, just misguided. Please also note that this is not meant as a depiction of any particular similar case, real or fictional. Each crime should be judged on its own merits, totality of circumstances. That’s what I was taught as a police academy honor graduate.

If characters of this nature are not your thing, you are encouraged to seek another story rather than shame this one. You, the reader, are also encouraged to beware people like the villains of this story, but not enable them. Honesty, honor, awareness, and following the law are good policies. I hope real life experiences similar to this story will remain rare.

THE END