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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

That night, Jack found himself wishing that he had something of his little pet to jerk off to as he lay in bed. A picture, or a video or something. Some sort of video would be very nice actually. Maybe some cameras in her room would do the trick... but for that, he'd need to get access to her home. Without her there to catch him in the act either. Maybe he could get that by arranging for her father to hire him for landscaping....

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The next day, Jack woke up to his alarm and got up to prepare for his own work. He'd already been taking some time off to train Freya so it was time that he did something around his office. Speaking of Freya, he needed to send her a text.

Use the beads or the plug today. You will be happy you used them later.

Putting his phone away, the older man sipped away at his morning coffee and didn't think much more of it. If she listened, that would be good for training obedience and her ass would be easier to use. If not... well, then her ass getting fucked untrained would be punishment enough.
 
Freya was just about to leave for work when she saw Jack's most recent demand of her. She frowned, her hands shaking, mentally debating with herself. It was obvious what his plans were for her tonight, or at least she thought, then. She didn't want to obey but she already knew it would be worse if she didn't.

Swallowing her reaction, glad that her parents were busy getting ready to go to work themselves, Freya returned to her room upstairs. Digging in her closet, she found the unmarked bag and pulled out the toys. She growled in frustration when she saw that they were all out of their packaging, some small part of her hoping that she could have gotten away with returning them unnoticed. Already knowing she was going to be late because of this frustrating delay, Freya sorted through the anal toys he bought until she found a relatively small plug that didn't appear to have any additional . . . features to it.

She snuck into her bathroom with the toy and some lube, blushing bright red, and tried to swallow her embarrassment as she washed the toy and took of her pants. She took several deep breaths as she prepared herself as best as she could, the sound of the running faucet covering her gasps at the cold lube and even colder metal met her burning skin. She was a gasping and quivering mess already as the toy finally slid home into her asshole, her body feeling full and stretched beyond what she was used to. She hated what happened yesterday but she was silently, slightly glad that her hole was still a little stretched out from the abuse it suffered with the beads. Making it a little easier to push the small metal plug into her.

It seemed like forever before Freya could even stand up straight again, her intestins clenching, pulsing around the invading object, the little handle that sat flushed against her skin preventing the toy from being sucked completely into her body. She slowly dressed once more. She turned off the running water and paced the small room until she felt like she was able to hide well enough. Despite her flushed face. Taking several calming breaths, she opened the door and rushed downstairs once more, calling out a strained goodbye to her parents as the movements rocked and rubbed and shifted the plug inside of her, stimulating her body in new ways.

She was panting once more once she was in her car, wincing as sitting caused the plug to shove impossibly deeper and she realized that her panties were already soaked with more than just the lube. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her heart before she left to go open the coffee shop. It was going to be a really long day.
 
Work was a drag for Jack that day. Mostly just paperwork and files had to be done, as his employees already had schedules for landscaping. At least one of his friends had joined him to work in the office halfway through the day. In fact, it was one of the friends that he had invited to come tonight.

"So, who's this new chick of yours?" Sam asked as he leaned back in his desk at the head office space nearby Jack's own desk. "You said she was a lot younger than you. Like, how much?"

"Just seventeen." Jack replied to his friend, a smirk of pride tugging at his face. "Already got her trained up a little too. She hasn't admitted it herself, but I'm pretty sure she's starting to enjoy our arrangement."

"Come on then, prove it. Prove you got her trained up."

So, to prove a point, Jack took out his cellphone and texted Freya; Send an underskirt pic. If you wore a plug today send me a pic of your bare ass too.

"And now we wait." Jack told his friend, leaning forwards in his chair to resume his work as he passed the time until the pictures were sent.
 
Freya was red face through out the day, every little movement shifting the plug around, never allowing her to just get used to it, to forget about it. She couldn't stop her little stammers and squeaks whenever one of her coworkers would comment on how flushed she looked or when she shifted, waving their concern away as that she was still recovering from her little illness the day before. She had felt her phone buzz in her pocket during the afternoon rush, unable to check it until she was on her break near the end of her shift for the day. Seeing it was from Jack, she quickly slinked off, hiding in the bathroom, before she checked what he wanted.

She frowned at his demand. She didn't want to give him more things to blackmail her with, but she knew that whatever he wanted tonight would go worse if she didn't do it. She also wasn't even wearing a skirt. So she took a picture of the inseam of her jeans, where her panties would be if she was wearing a skirt, and her apron acting as her "skirt" and, with a racing heart and after a too-long debate with herself, took a photo of her ass. Her jeans just underneath the globes, one hand spreading her cheek, and the flash glinting off the metal end of the plug. It was a little blurry and poor quality, the angel sort of off. But she didn't have time to try and get a better one, even if she wanted to, and it was difficult to get a picture of that part of herself without help and without showing anything else of herself. The pictures, while mostly likely not what he actually wanted, were enough in the letter of his demand that she believed, hoped , that she could get away without punishment.

She quickly sent the pictures before she could regret it even more and righted herself, washing her hands before she went back out to work, switching her phone to completely silent. She didn't want to know what his response was. She didn't.

Her phone was back on vibrate and in her pocket when she went back to her shift, her break ended and her work day almost over.
 
Needless to say, Jack was disappointed with the teen. The one picture was just of her pants which was nothing really to look at, and the other was admittedly what he asked for but a bit blurry. She didn't even give an explanation or a reason for doing such a shit job. Still though, he sent his friend the blurry picture at least who grinned and commented on how he couldn't wait to try it out this evening.

The girl's master was too busy plotting another punishment for her to listen though. What else could he do besides fucking her with his friends?

Those were sorely disappointing pictures, girl and you knew that. You just really want to pile on the punishments today don't you? He texted, about ten or so minutes after her photos were sent. Where are you right now?

After sending his text to Freya, Jack excused himself from his friend and left his office. For the second day in a row now, he found himself in the adult store, and purchased a few items to complete Freya's punishment. Hopefully now she'd see that it was in her best interest to obey him. If not, he had another idea to step this one up even.
 
It was still slow when Freya felt her phone buzz in her pocket, jumping slightly, much to the amusement of the customer at her register. After smiling sheepishly and helping the next two people in her line, Freya had a moment to look around, making sure no one was paying too close attention to her. She quickly checked the message waiting for her, hiding the device behind her register.

Punishments? She blushed as she realized that tonight was supposed to be a punishment then. For what, that she ran away from him again when he finally let her go home? Because she flipped him off? She sighed quietly to herself, it didn't really matter, Jack was obviously going use any slight, imagined or otherwise, as an excuse to punish her.

Glancing up once more and seeing some people were approaching the store, Freya fired off a quick reply. At work, was on break

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and quickly plastered a strained smile on her face as she welcomed the new customers, counting down the minutes until she was able to go home, missing one of her coworkers watching her as he mixed drink orders.
 
Seeing as she was at work, Jack decided to take a little pit stop at her house. With him, he had a flyer for his landscaping business, as well as a coupon for the services to make hiring him seem more appealing. It was a hell of a deal too, and Jack would be surprised if her father said no. Leaving the flyer for his business in the mailbox, Jack quickly left to hop back into his truck.

Now, while he was stalking Freya earlier on before he had begun texting her, he took pictures of her and her family's comings and goings. Looking through said pictures, he looked for ones where she was in uniform. He knew he'd seen it before, but just couldn't remember the business. Finally, he found an image where she hadn't taken off her apron, which had the logo for her job on it. From there it was a simple Google search to find its location.

It didn't take too long for him to drive to her place of work. After that, it just took a little longer to locate the girl's car in the parking lot. Jack pulled up in the empty spot alongside it on her driver's side, and waited, shooting off a quick text asking when her shift was over.
 
Freya sighed, stretching out her neck, as she collected her things from the back room. Taking a moment, she sat and saw Jack's text, only 20 minutes old, asking when she was off. She bit her lip and sent a quick reply of Leaving now . She put on another fake smile when a couple of others getting off at the same time as her called out to her, wishing that she continued to feel better. Taking a deep breath, she gathered up her things and started making her way to her car.

She froze, only for a moment, when she spot the familiar truck and the annoyingly familiar figure inside, parked right beside her little car. She continued walking, slower, keeping an eye out for any other vehicles that would be entering or leaving the lot around her as she made her way to her car. She unlocked it and placed her things in the passenger seat, pretending to ignore the truck, just incase anyone she knew was still around. Her skin prickled, the hairs on the back of her neck raising, as she felt Jack's eyes watching her from the driver's seat.

She couldn't stop from jumping when a car gave her a friendly honk, her coworker giving her one last wave from inside the vehicle before they left the parking lot. She exhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing heart as she watched them leave, waiting for when Jack would make his move, if he was going to say anything to her or if he would let her go home before he forced his will upon her once again.
 
Jack's eyes were glued on his prize as she exited her work finally. Thankfully he didn't have to wait too long. After the other car gave her a little honk, the older man exited his truck and came around besides Freya's car. In his hands were three items. A thick leather collar with a lock on the strap, a very fluffy tail with a 3" butt plug attached to the end, and some lube.

"I think you need reminding that I'm the boss here. Put this on, now." Jack told her sternly, holding out the collar to her. "Then, I want you to open your back door, lay on your belly on the back seat, and pull down your pants and spread your cheeks."
 
Freya turned to face Jack when she heard his door open and closed. Her eyes widened when she sorted what was in his hands, glancing toward the coffee shop. She was suddenly glad that she normally parked farther away, that no one inside would likely be able to see her, to recognize her, especially once he made his demands.

"I- Please, sir. Can I go home first. I won't be able to face my parents wearing that." She gestured at the plug, the very noticable tail that was coming off it, in his other hand. "I'll wear the collar, I'll take whatever additional punishment you want to give. I swear it, I just need to go home before I go with you tonight. Please, M-Master."

Her heart was racing as she quietly begged him, her face red and her pussy clenching around nothing. She didn't want to think about her body's reaction to the toys in his hands, to him. She was willing to beg to protect her parents, her father, from seeing what was becoming of her. She could feel her hands shaking as she took the collar from him, examining it quickly. She swallowed quickly, her nerves choking her slightly, as she quickly wrapped the collar around her throat, fastening it while leaving enough room that she could breathe, that it wasn't uncomfortable, even with the soft leather cushioning her skin.

Tears prickled the corner of her eyes, knowing that he was going to lock the strap to it when he wanted. That he probably was going ignore her pleas, ignore her begging, and force her face down into her backseat. Exposing her to anyone who glances at them. She could already feel her shame building, that Jack and any number of strangers are going to see the slick shining on her skin when he forces her to peel off her panties off from the plug in her ass stimulating her all day.
 
She was indeed correct about being forced. The bigger and stronger figure of his took a hold of the loop on her collar and yanked her to him, her breasts pressed flat against his body. His free hand opened her back door, and then shoved her so that rather than being hidden by the majority of the car in the back seat, only her top was shoved onto the seat. This left her ass and waist outside the vehicle, and while that left both her car and his, as well as the door to block the view, there was one angle at which if people walked by they'd be able to see everything that happened.

With the teen now pinned down by her collar, Jack fished the key from his pocket and locked it in place before stuffing the key away. It was then that he grabbed the hem of her pants and panties together and pulled them down. The sight of the panties peeling away from her slickened pussy made him incredibly hard, and even debated for a moment if he should just fuck her right there when his eyes saw the soaked lips of her pussy peeking out from between her legs. However, that would be a little too risky yet. She wasn't trained up enough. If they got caught she might still rat him out if he went that far.

"Pull your ass open." Jack demanded of his pet, releasing her to apply some of the lube on the tail plug. "And don't even dare try to squirm deeper into the car, or so help me I'll fuck you right here and now."
 
Freya gasped when Jack yanked her forward, her hands grasping his sides out of instinct. She cried out when he shoved her into the backseat of her car. She tried to shift, the edge of the seat causing her body to arch uncomfortably, before Jack pinned her. She whimpered softly when he locked the collar around her throat, watching as the key, like her freedom, disappeared into his pocket.

When he grabbed her pants, ripping them off of her with her panties, she jerked, fighting him, scratching his arms and hands before she remembered. She got herself under control with a lot of effort, panting as she tried to calm down, and laid still. She blushed as he stared at her soaked panties, her glistening pussy, the hunger obvious on his face.

She flinched when his deep voice, raspy with arousal, filled her small car. She couldn't even raise herself onto her elbows when he threatened to fuck her. She blinked, sure with the way he was staring at her, that was going to happen here anyway. Heart still racing, still panting to get enough air, Freya slowly spread her legs, the angle he kept her at forcing her to spread for him as she reached down with shakey fingers to pull her cheeks apart. Her blush grew worse, spreading down her covered throat and chest as he could now see more of everything, the little metal plug winking at him from within her asshole.
 
"Good girl." Jack praised her, taking out his phone and snapping a few shots, making sure to grab a few with her face looking over her shoulder.

Putting the phone back away, he now reached forwards to the shiny plug peeking out at him. Not taking to much care, he grabbed hold of the lip and slid it from her tight virgin ass. It seemed like it was a little more malleable now, but only just. She'd still have some difficulty doing analysis tonight. The plug he'd bought was a little bigger though, so it would maybe help a little.

Taking the girl's new tail, he pushed the tip to her sphincter. Slowly, he pressed forward, enjoying watching the cool metal spread her hole open before it swallowed the bulb up. Lifting up the tail, he again took out his camera and took some pictures before letting it drop and backing away.

"You are not to take that out until I tell you otherwise." Her master commanded, petting her bare rear affectionately like one would a puppy. "If I find out you have, there will be more punishment. Worse than this. This is to remind you that you are my bitch now, and you will listen to your master. I will tag you if I must, fuck you in the open if that isn't enough. Do not push your luck."

And with that he backed off and opened the door to her driver's seat for her, motioning for Freya to get in.

"Off you go now. I will pick you up at eight."
 
Freya moaned, burying her face into the cushion beneath her, as Jack roughly removed the plug. She squirmed against his hands, panting and drooling into the seat leather, as he began to force the new plug into her. She mewled softly at the bigger plug, the stretch of her muscles. She was panting, twitching, when the tail was finally seated within her.

She shivered when he petted her, wincing at all the shutter clicks she heard since he pinned her to the seat. Her heart was racing at the mention of being tagged, being fucked publicly, as punishment if she disobeyed him anymore. She clenched around the toy, trying to pretend it wasn't some kind of excitement at the prospect.

She squirmed carefully, pulling up her panties then pants carefully, not bothering just yet to try and hide the tail yet. She moved carefully to stand up once more and sit in the driver seat. She breathes slowly, squirming in her seat as she tried to get comfortable enough to drive, watching Jack for when he would leave as she adjusted. She nodded carefully, "Yes, sir." she told him quietly when he finally dismissed her.

When she was able to focus enough she started her car and moved to leave, to finally head home. She couldn't shower with the new plug, but she could at least change so that he wouldn't take anything away from her. She just needed to hide from her parents.
 
By the time that Freya got home, her father was still at work thankfully, though her mother was in the kitchen. The sweet smell of baked goods wafted to the front door as she entered, smelling of fruits like apples and strawberries. Her mom loved baking, and loved sharing her creations even more.

"Is that you sweat pea?" The woman called from the kitchen, her voice happy and full of cheer. "Come to the kitchen! I bet you could use a fresh slice of pie after long shift at work!"
 
Freya sat in the driveway for several minutes, fidgeting in her seat. Making sure none of her neighbors were paying any attention to her, she tucked the faux tail into her underwear, placing it between her thighs to hide it as best as she could underneath her jeans. She zipped up her pants and got out of her car, groaning softly as the fake fur rubber her sensitive pussy, no doubt soaking up her leaking juices.

Even with the smell of her mother's baking, she still jumped at the sound of the older woman's voice calling out to her. Taking several deep breaths, trying to calm down even though her face was still red, Freya walked slowly into the kitchen, forcing a small smile on her face. "Hey mom, smells delicious as always." she kissed her mother's cheek, not noticing the flyer that sat on the counter for her father to look at later. "How was your day?"

Freya grabbed the proffered slice of pie, her favorite of peach, and half listened to her mother talk about her day. Trying not to squirm as she stood against a counter to eat. Once the pleasantries were covered, the two women exchanging about their day to each other and gushing about Freya's senior year (though the teen wasn't able to offer much enthusiasm), Freya washed her dish and thanked her mother. "S-some of my classmates invited me out for one last summer bash," she started slowly, coming up with a lie that would allow her out of the house, "I'm gonna head out at 8 tonight. You guys shouldn't wait up for me."

She kissed her mother's cheek once more and left to go upstairs to her room, not really waiting for a reply. She needed to dig through the things Jack bought for her and hope to find something that she could hopefully wear that wouldn't get any eyebrows raised from her parents. She knew most of what he bought her, neither of them would let her leave the house in, let alone actually own, and she doubted Jack would let her go unpunished if she wore her normal clothes to his truck, even if she did change in his backseat.

It took much longer than she hoped, the debilitating stimulation from the plug and the fur making her progress slow. Compounded by the fact that she was interrupted twice by her father coming home and then by her mother calling her for dinner. Her father of course allowing her to go to the 'party' but reminding her to be safe and that she had to be home by midnight.

Once alone in her room again, Freya relented, running out of time. She threw on a thong, the annoying slick covered tail hanging from around the string. A bra that didn't have any cups but still offered support, a tiny skirt that she was sure hid nothing and made her blush. And, lastly, a thin shirt that barely covered her breasts, the bottom of the bra peaking out. She frowned at the outfit, feeling like such a slut in the clothes, before she threw a baggy T-shirt and comfortable jeans over the top of it. She applied some eyeliner, remembering Jack's rule, and slipped into her sneakers.

Feeling highly uncomfortable in her own skin, Freya grabbed a hoodie, her phone, wallet, and keys and went downstairs. She said goodbye to her parents, giving them each a hug and wishing them goodnight, and went to her car. She drove it around a few blocks away and parked it on the street. She breathed slowly, deep breaths and texted Jack the address she was in front of with ten minutes to spare. Looking around so no one, hoping no one would spot her, Freya began to strip out of her normal clothes, not wanting to give Jack the excuse to take them away from her, as she waited for him.
 
Jack was about to pull up to Freya's home just as his phone dinged with a notification. After taking a quick peek to see that it was from Freya, he pulled over to read it. He supposed it was smart of her to get a little distance from her family to be picked up from, so they wouldn't notice who was picking her up. It was an annoyance though that he had to turn around and pick her up elsewhere though.

Once he pulled up to the spot she'd texted him, Jack leaned over to open the door for Freya to enter. He himself was dressed a little nicer. The man still wore jeans, though these were cleaner than normal, and a red collared button up shirt which had the top three buttons undone to show off a glimpse of his muscular chest. When his pet hopped in, his eyes roamed her body lustfully but was disappointed to see that the plug was just tucked away.

"Pull your tail out, it does no good being hidden away like that." Jack told Freya gruffly, annoyed that she kept trying to find loopholes in his orders. "If you try to find any more loopholes in my orders there will be consequences. Hell, I might just punish you now with how annoyed with your shit I am today. I need to be in a better mood to deal with your crap..."
 
Freya tried to calm her racing heart as she waited, the organ jumping once more at the approach of his truck. Looking around once more just to be safe, Freya locked her car and quickly hopped into the cab. She blushed, her breasts bouncing and the toy shifting from her quick movements and her little hop, as she felt Jack's eyes on her. Assessing her. Finding fault with her.

Before she could even put her seatbelt on, Jack was already scolding her once again. She was really getting pissed off at him again, biting her lip to prevent an outburst as she lifted her ass from the seat and untucked the tail from her thong. She squirmed as her ass met the seat, trying to find a comfortable position with the plug stimulating at every direction she moved the tail to avoid sitting on it, the leather of the seat sticking to her bare, wet skin. She took deep breaths as she buckled up, trying to hide as she curled into herself. She used the cover of the dark cab and the passing street lights to look at him. That little flash of his chest was the most she had seen of his skin. Her pussy fluttered and dropped around the little string of her thong, she blamed the reaction on the plug.

She looked away quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice that she was looking at him. If he was anyone else she would say she was checking him out. She swallowed, speaking softly as her anger had yet to dissipate, there's no point in lying after all. "I need to use loopholes, sir. If my parents ever found out about this, it would kill them. I won't let that happen."
 
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"That's what lies are for. Just tell them that it's one of the ones that use straps for a costume. It's not like your dad will ask you to bend over and prove it." Jack scolded again as he drove through the city streets, the lights casting shadows on his face as his eyes were locked on the road. "And if you must hide it for a couple of minutes, then at least pull it back out when they aren't around. I really don't want to have to tell you how to do everything.
"It's almost as if you want to get a tag on your collar." He added with a smug grin, looking over at the thick leather band stuck about her neck. "I think you'd look very cute with a little name tag with me labeled as your owner on the back."

As he spoke, Jack placed his right hand gently on her thigh. That wasn't going to be where he stopped though. Tracing his thick rough fingers upwards, he dragged the miniskirt higher to reveal the dampened panties hidden beneath. With her pussy now in reach his fingers started rubbing gently at her labia through the thin material of her thong, her dampness wetting his hand.
 
She sighed quietly, knowing she wasn't going to win any argument even if she did want to have it, that there were consequences that she couldn't control for the things that he was making her do. She squirmed in her seat as he gripped her thigh, his skin burning hot against her. Her thighs clenched reflexively, trying to prevent him from going higher, only to trap his hand against her once he forced his way to the little material. She bit her lip, a little mewl escaping her, as he teased her folds. Smearing her wetness around the soaked fabric and onto the surrounding skin.

She could feel her face on fire, tipping her head back against the seat as she closed her eyes, panting. She had been on edge all day, her pussy clenching and releasing quickly around nothing, her core tightening in her belly. It was taking very little for her to be worked up even higher, no matter that she didn't want it. Little moans started to escape her as the vibrations and the bouncing of the truck combined with his fingers to stimulate both of her holes at once.
 
"You sure are needy right now, aren't you?" Jack asked, a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled aside the narrow strip protecting her before resuming his attentions. "I bet you've been thinking about this all day."

His fingers continued to play across her petals for a few more moments. However, not wanting to wait too long, the older man slipped a thick finger inside and began to slowly pump it in and out. Every time he pulled out, his finger curled in a come hither motion, brushing against her clip every time. Then, before Freya could reach any satisfaction, he pulled his hand away.

"Well, you'll have to just wait a little longer." Her master chuckled as he wiped her juices onto his pant leg. "Don't worry though, you'll get plenty of dick soon enough."

That was when he pulled into a parking lot across from a building with bright neon lights. The fluorescent sign read 'Exotica', and beneath it was the entrance where a couple of very beefy looking bouncers stood in front of a long line of well dressed, and scantily dressed people. From inside rhe building, loud music could be heard, the heavy beat reverberating through the concrete. He had taken her to a nightclub.

"Please, follow me." Jack said to Freya once he had gotten out from his truck and come around to open her door and offer his hand. "We've got a party to get to."
 
Freya whimpered, her head rolling against the seat as Jack continued to play around her folds. She moaned, squirming and rocking her hips as he started to pump his finger into her. Her sounds grew louder and louder as he continued to force her higher and higher before he pulled away suddenly. She groaned, tried of being teased and edged but not able to get any satisfaction. Her fingers twitched, wondering if she could give herself that final push over the edge without his noticing, but before she could move, she heard the music thumping down the street.

She stared wide-eyed at the entrance to the nightclub, her face heating up once more at the line of people outside, knowing that they were going to stare at her. These people would see not only all the skin that she wasn't comfortable displaying, but also the faux tail hanging out from beneath the bottom of her skirt. They would all know exactly what it was and worse yet, they would think she was the pervert, that she had done it willingly, that she was with Jack willingly.

A pathetic little sound escaped her as Jack opened the door for her, offering his hand. She really didn't want to get out of the truck, she didn't want to be anywhere even near here. But she was afraid of what her punishment would be if he had to drag her out and force her to follow him inside.

She swallowed, trying stop her tears burning the back of her eyes as she tugged on her clothes, covering herself as much as possible, before she finally took Jack's hand and hopped out of the truck. She dropped his hand quickly, crossing her arms over her stomach as her shoulders rolled. Trying to curl in on herself and hide, glad that she wasn't forced to stumble around in heels like a new fawn as well. Not needing that to compound on top of the embarrassment she already felt just from the way she was dressed. As she kept her head down, she gasped softly when she realized that the wetness on her thighs was reflecting the lights of the club. She sank further into herself as she followed Jack, wanting the ground to just open up and swallow her whole.
 
As they drew closer to the door, Jack placed his hand possessively on Freya's hip. Instead of going to the line though he skipped it entirely and walked right up to the bouncers. A few people grumbled angrily at them for cutting, and a couple even catcalled the teen in his arm. Freya could at least see that she wasn't the only one dressed in a similar fashion. There were a few girls who had the same sort of clothing choice.

"Baxter, how's it going?" Her master greeted the bouncer as he gave the man a friendly handshake.

"Pretty busy tonight. Luckily the boss saved you two a spot." The big man replied, stepping aside to let them into the club.

A couple people could be heard complaining about how they weren't allowed in yet though they were quickly drowned out be the music in the club. Inside was a wildly different view than the outside. Lights flashed and danced about the large room, the center of which was a dance floor that lit up and flashed, covered in people dancing and grinding away to the rhythm. A shiny bar with a large variety of drinks stood against the wall, while ringed around the dance floor were tables and booths that were laid into the walls. Dancing away on small platforms suspended above the dance floor were exotic dancers dressed even more scandalously than Freya, little more than thongs and tape covering them up. And walking the floor were women in almost hooter style uniforms serving food and drink to the paying patrons at the tables.

"Stick close to me, or someone else might scoop you up." Jack had to shout over the din of the voices and music. "Then you might end up as the crowd's plaything."

With his warning said, the older man led his pet through the throngs of dancing bodies to one of the booths laid into the walls. Inside was dimly lit by a neon purple light, a round table in the middle ringed by a plush leather bench. A thin translucent curtain was all that would provide any privacy to the group should they wish to have some. Sitting inside of it were already two other men. One was Jack's friend from work who had dressed up in a simple dress shirt and pants, while the other was a black man of the same hight and build as Jack though his dress was much more refined. He wore a purple dress shirt with a charcoal tie, black vest, and classy grey dress pants.

"Jack!" The fancily dressed man exclaimed in a deep reverberating voice as he leaned back and sipped at his whiskey. "So glad you could make it!
"And you must be Freya. I have to say, Jack didn't do you justice when he was bragging about how pretty of a thing you were." He added, turning to Freya and flashing her a bright charming smile. "Come here, sit beside me. Can I get you a drink?"
 
Freya pressed close to Jack when he wrapped his arm around her, blushing and wincing as people catcalled her. She kept her head down, her eyes on the dirty ground on front of them, as Jack spoke to the bouncers. She followed him inside, the grumbling that was quickly drowned out making her feel guilty. She didn't even want to be here.

Before he could even issue his warning, Freya pressed herself closer to Jack's side, her fist wrapping around his shirt while she tried to protect herself as much as possible. She glanced up from time to time, her curiosity forcing her to look around only to blush further and turn her eyes back down. Looking up only enough to avoid crashing into people.

When Jack did issue his warning about sticking close, her whimper was lost under the loud music and a shiver of fear raced up her spine. She tightened her grip on his shirt and made sure to stick close.

When they finally stopped, Freya looked up through her lashes at the people sitting at the table. They both very well dressed, one more than the other, but then for a club like this that seemed to be the rule. Freya jumped slightly at the fancy man's loud exclaim, loud even over the music. She looked behind them to see if anyone was looking because of the shout, but it appeared that everyone was in their own little bubble. No one was paying them any mind.

When she turned back, she found the loud man's attention was on her. She blushed even more at his compliment, but didn't smile. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking as Jack's words from earlier echoed through her mind, she would be getting plenty of dick. Was he really going to force her to submit to these men too? They seemed like Jack's friends but would he tell them what he did to her? Did he lie and say she was willing? She couldn't tell, not yet, if they knew, if they were the same as Jack. If they were worse than Jack.

When offered a drink, Freya opened her mouth but found that no sound would come out. She swallowed, coughed softly into her arm, before trying again. Still no words could escape her. So she shook her head and mouthed "No, thank you."

She looked up at Jack when offered (ordered?) to sit next to the black man. She didn't know the right choice here. Would Jack be mad, want to punish her more tonight if she sat with the other man or if she didn't?

She could feel her shaking get worse so she clenched her fists to try and hide it, hating that she already was so under Jack's thumb that she couldn't even deny a seat without fearing his reaction, without seeking his permission. She already wanted to cry at that realization alone. And she knew tonight was only going to get worse.
 
"You can listen to these guys." Jack told Freya as she gave him a questioning look. "Think of them as second masters."

After the teen sat down, her master slid in beside her in the booth. She was now positioned with the very fancily dressed man on one side, her master on the other, and the third man just across the table. Freya soon found the other man's hand resting gently on her knee as he sipped at his drink.

"My name's James. It's always nice to meet a pretty little lady like yourself." He said as he looked her body up and down, eyes hungrily eating up the view placed before him. "What do you think of my little club here? Every been to one like it before?"
 
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