"Your manager" and his brusque ways comes as a complete surprise and you're not sure how to handle the situation. If you refuse you might blow your cover, compromising the entire mission. At the same time you're starting to get into your role as a bimbo stripper and you feel proud of how well you're playing the part.
You plan to play along a for while and knock him out first chance when he's off guard. There must be a back entrance somewhere in there.
You step through the door and find yourself in a dark staircase.
"Right up the stairs, baby," Diego says behind you and urges you on with another slap to your buttock.
You make your way up the narrow stairs with Diego following in your heels. You can almost feel his eyes fixed on your swaying ass.
Soon you find yourself in a big office. It's dimly lit and dominated by a large desk in one end of the room and an extravagant black couch in the other. A set of dark tinted windows makes up an entire wall and offers a full view of the lounge below and the room echoes with the muffled throbbing beats from the club.
"Welcome to my little den, Anna, have a seat!" Diego says and makes a gesture towards the couch. "If you're a good girl, you might come up here again. Or if you're a bad girl," he adds meaningly.
You sit down and cross your legs. The black leather feels cool against your almost bare ass. Diego takes a seat right next to you and fishes up a bottle of champagne and two glasses from a conveniently waiting ice bucket next to the couch. He pours a glass and hands it to you and raises his own glass for a toast.
"Here's to you, baby. Here's to you making me millions shaking that set of tits and ass of yours! Salute!" He downs his drink with one swing and pours himself another.
"Salute!" you giggle and take a deep sip. In your nervousness you forget how easy you get tipsy. But the champagne makes you feel at ease and you eagerly keep sipping. Soon you hold out your glass for a refill.
Diego then reaches into his chest pocket and hauls out a large bag, filled with a fine white powder.
"This calls for some real celebration don't you think?" he triumphs and nonchalantly pours out a considerable amount on the glass table in front of you. You watch on as he proceeds, chopping the mound into thin white lines with a razor blade. He then hands you a rolled up bill and grins.
"Oh my god, he's offering me cocaine!" you think. It would be a serious misconduct not to arrest him for this. And to do it yourself ... you don't dare to think about consequences!
But the little you know about strippers tells you that one wouldn't refuse drugs. And by now the bubbles have really gone to your head and you're getting reckless.
You decide to remain "under cover". You take the bill and position yourself over the illegal substance. Your hand shakes as you bring the paper cane to your nose. You close your eyes and breathe in hard through your nostril.
The caustic powder burns in your nose and you look up at Diego, sniffing and red-eyed.
"Great stuff huh? Have another hit, baby!" he chuckles.
You sniff up another line, without as much hesitation this time. When you're done you lean back on the couch, watching Diego hovering over the table, snorting up the remaining coke ike a human vacuum cleaner.
Diego sits up and places a chubby hand on your thigh. His touch immediately sends waves of pleasure through your entire body and wou start wincing with pleasure and anticipation. The leather squeak as he leans over you, moving his hand further up. He then reaches up with both hands and goes straight for your tits. He starts to fondle your big boobies, squeezing them eagerly with his rough hands.
Grunting, he really helps himself to them, digging in his fingers, rolling your big mounds around over your chest and pinching hard on your nipples between his fingers. involuntarily you start squrming and moaning under him. "Mmmmh, yeah, baby!" you gasp soflty. "Mmmmh, yes, touch me Diego!"
He then grabs your hands and brings them up, making you squeezing your tits together. "Yeah, hold your tities up just like that, don't move, slut!" he grunts. He reaches for the bag of coke and sprinkles a thick white line along your cleavage. He then dives in face first and starts snoring heavily.
Now he's totally off guard, much too occupied by the drugs and your tits to notice anyting else. Maybe this is your chance to get out of this!!!
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