You go visit Morgan the night after the mall incident, and if she feels any regrets of concerns, she doesn’t share them with you. You have uninspired sex that night, in fact, you can barely even get off yourself your so preoccupied thinking about Bill’s scummy hands all over her, and in her. After that, you can barely bring yourself to go see her at all, but you still spend almost every waking minute watching her.
It was clear that she was angry with Bill for what happened at the mall, but she didn’t look all that upset in absolute terms. Every once in a while over the next few days Morgan stands in front of the longest mirror in the house and slowly strips down to nothing before getting herself off, sometimes in awkward positions.
Then, almost a week after the mall incident, Morgan gets a message on her phone. At first she just shakes her head and ignores it. Then another message comes and this time Morgan stares at the phone for almost a minute before putting it down and pacing around a little bit. Then moments later, another message comes. This time Morgan lets out a deep breath that’s visible right through the surveillance equipment, runs her fingers through her hair and heads to her room to change. She changes in to an unusually conservative outfit for her. She wears a long black skirt that’s not even form fitting, and on top a very loose button down shirt that she buttons all the way to the top.
You don’t waste any more time, you throw on some inconspicuous clothes and then drive as quickly as you can to Morgan’s house to follow her. You get there moments before Morgan walks out her front door and gets into her car. You follow her, but are increasingly disconcerted by the fact that you’re heading in to what is decidedly the wrong part of town. Morgan finally pulls in to a parking lot, and you park across the street. You’re completely aghast as it looks like Morgan is pulling in to a strip club!
Morgan walks in slowly, looking completely sketched out. Once she walked in you wait a minute and then follow her. You’re incredibly nervous about being caught following her around, but you’re also insanely curious as to what’s going on. You look around once you get inside while at the same time being careful to not get noticed. You take a seat at a booth in the back corner and start trying to find Bill and Morgan. You order a drink from the cocktail waitress who comes around and then hunker down, keeping a low profile. You stick an ear piece in your ear and turn on the bug to listen in on the conversation.
“So, ya see, Bill here has managed to rack up quite the debt in our little back room game, and come to find out that he’s not necessarily good for it. Well, normally we’d just break a few bones and call it even, but come to find out that Bill’s got a “friend” who’s a real hot piece of work. I run this particular establishment, and it is oh so hard to hire the types of girls who really bring in the money. So, I figure you can come in here and work off your boyfriend’s debt, make me some money, and everyone will go home happy,” says the man sitting right next to Bill.
Bill looks incredibly uncomfortable, almost constipated sitting between the two men.
“Look, I don’t know what Bill has told you, but if he owes you money, I’m not interested in paying it off for him. Go ahead and break his legs or do whatever you have to do, I’ll be leaving now,” Morgan turns to leave, but is stopped by the same man who spoke a moment ago. Morgan is just far enough away that you can’t quite hear what he is saying, but whatever it is, Morgan stops in her tracks and turns around.
“So what do you want me to do? Just come strip here? Nothing more? I do that and you’ll let Bill go? Fine, when do I have to start?” Morgan asks, once again being confrontational.
“I’ll tell you what why don’t you give us a sample now, and we’ll give you some pointers on your technique. I’ve got clientele here, so let’s put some effort in to it. You might even enjoy it.”
After what seems like an hour of further discussion, Morgan took to the stage. Your eyes are glued to her, but you’re also wary of being spotted, so you seldom look directly at her, preferring to watch through the mirror behind the bar. When the music starts, you almost cough out your beer. It was “Under my Thumb” by The Rolling Stones. A pretty great song, but also one that was eerily appropriate to Bill and Morgan’s new “relationship.” Your mind, paranoid thanks to your own massive spy operation, immediately began growing suspicious of this situation.
You turn your attention back to Morgan, who was very slow to warm up. She paces, more than struts, up and down the stage, and begins taking her shirt off one button at a time, just like the other day. However, once a small crowd started gathering near the stage and shouting encouragement, you could tell she was starting to lose her inhibition a little bit. The turning point came when Mick utters the words “she's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world.”
Morgan unbuttons the last button on her shirt, and pulls it violently down off of her shoulders, leaving just the sleeves binding her wrists behind her back. Morgan was wearing a white bra underneath her shirt, which now was exposed to the slowly growing crowd of men. Morgan slid down to her knees slowly, and with a pained expression on her face began to feign a struggle to free herself. Each time she leans forward, one of her nipples slipps just out of her bra, which was not made for this kind of work.
Morgan frees herself from her shirt and stands, crossing her arms over her chest and holding her shoulders, covering herself. She walks quickly back up to the top of the stage, and for a second it looks like she is going to walk off. Then she stops, and her hands fell slowly from her shoulders, down over her flat belly, and then down over the lap of her skirt. She reached back behind her and starts unzipping her skirt until it slides slowly down over her hips before falling all at once to the floor.
Now just in her underwear, Morgan turns back to the crowd, which was completely silent except for heavy breathing. Morgan, growing in confidence with every moment, now did properly strut back down the stage on cue as the song came back around to “the difference in the clothes she wears, down to me.” Once she stops again, she stands still for a minute, and then one hand went up to her face, brushing her cheek, and lightly ran down her neck, and then slipped in to a cup of her bra. She ran that same hand up under the bra strap, pushing it off of her shoulder until fell completely, exposing that breast to the world. She repeated the same thing on the other side, letting each cup fall before she reached behind her and unclasped it, letting it fall off completely.
Topless, Morgan closes her eyes and brings both hands up to her chest, lightly clenching her sensitive tits. Morgan’s knees shake a little and it seems like she may have lost track of where she is. Once again Morgan slides down to her knees and straddles the air. The song winds to a conclusion for the second time, and Mick is muttering, “take it easy, babe… feels alright”, as Morgan lets her hand slide under the elastic of her panties. She arches her back and ever so slightly lifts her hips up as the music ends.
“Hey babe, maybe that’s enough, you’re going to cause a riot in here,” you hear a familiar voice at the front of the stage. Morgan’s eyes shoot open as she recognizes Bill’s voice.
Morgan slowly regains her awareness and takes her hand out of her panties and covers herself. She looks back at her clothes, but Bill waved her over to him. She walked to the end of the stage, and Bill took her hips in his hands and gently lowered her to the ground. He wrapped an arm around her waist and scooped her in for a kiss, which she was still flabbergasted to resist.
“That was way better than I was optimistically hoping for. You really got in to it there,” Bill lead her back over to the table where he had been sitting. “Morgan, meet my new friends Anthony, Michael, and Vincent.”
“Bill actually did join our poker game a few days ago, but he doesn’t owe us any money,” provided Anthony, who was the one making threats earlier, “when I told him that I owned a strip club, he said he just had to try to get you down here to strip, but didn’t think you’d come if he just suggested it. It was a little elaborate, I admit, but damn effective. You are gorgeous, gorgeous, you can come back and work for me any time.”
“What the fuuuuck. I should be horrified. I should be completely furious. But… I think my adrenaline is still flooding my ability to react. I have to admit, that was… fun,” Morgan ran both of her hands through her hair causing both of her perky little breasts to almost point towards the sky, “Bill, we have to get back to my place… right now.”
“Uhh… yeah… yeah, yeah, of course, we should definitely do that, can someone bring this girl her clothes, we have to get going right now!” Bill stammers.
One of the strippers brought over Morgan’s clothes, and she hurriedly got in to them, not bothering to put her bra on under her shirt.
“Well, it was a real pleasure to meet you Morgan, come back any time you want,” Anthony said, sounding legitimately friendly.
“Well, if Bill here ever really pisses me off, maybe I’ll come back some time when he’s not here,” Morgan said with a laugh.
Then the two of them left the club. You left cash on your table and hurried out just moments later to follow them home.
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