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In Time of Test, Family is Best

Mike took off he had business to take care of and hanging around a group of giggling girls wasn’t his thing. Finally he ended up back as his place, got a chance to watch the game, and take a shower before getting all dressed up. Black slacks, a tight fitting black long sleeves shirt, and dress shoes, gave him that look he was shooting for. An earring with a diamond, a Rolex watch and a gold chain and he was ready to go.

Opening his phone he sent Brittany a quick text telling her fifteen minutes, as he headed to the garage, knowing how long it would take him to get there. Jumping into the Viper he was off, making sure when he got there in the designated time.

This wasn’t the first girl he broken in, and it wouldn’t be his last, but with his sister around he wanted it so badly. He wasn’t sure how, but he wanted her to know, wanted to see her face when she realized that her precious little daughter was whore, and best of all, his whore. Even with revenge in mind, he still needed to keep in mind it was business, and that meant if it would screw it up, than he had to be careful.

It wasn’t but a few minutes that he was arriving at the girl’s neighborhood. He was on time, so he looks for Brittany as he slows down, ready to pull over, and let her in.
 
Brittany was just finishing up fixing her hair for her night out with Mike when she got the text. Dressed in a red skirt and a black halter, she got up from the vanity table in her bedroom. She put on a pair of heels before going to her sisters' rooms, telling them that she was leaving now.

Heading down the stairs, she made sure she had her house key before going out the door, locking it behind her. Glancing toward the street, she didn't see any sign of him yet, so she went to the curb, walking around a bit till he shows up. When he finally arrives, she gets into his car, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

"What club are we going to, Mike?"

She wasn't worried about not being allowed in to wherever they went, since it had been Mike's idea that he take her to a club.
 
Mike watched his young niece standing at the curb in her very adult outfit, it was immediately hard to realize just how young she was dressed so, especially given the way she filled out her little tight outfit. He pulls over and she quickly hops, in and a quick peck to the cheek. Mike was in no rush; everything was going according to plan.

I thought we’d go to the Excalibur it’s a pretty hot club.

Once she was in, they were off, it was only a 20-minute drive into heart of the city, and so it would quickly go by. The powerful motor of the sports car giving that very soothing vibration, the deep leather seats and the flashing lights of the city were exciting as he headed for the club. Tonight was going to be a very special night for Brittany.

Well are you excited baby?

Mike was in a good mood as he drove. They’d soon pull up to the popular club and hand the car over to a valet to park. Mike couldn’t think of a girl that didn’t like attention, and stepping out in front of a popular club would get her just that. Plus what guy wouldn't want a shot at this hot piece off ass, and it was all there for a price.
 
Brittany had heard of that club from a couple of her friends who had tried to get in using fake ID's. They hadn't been able to get in though, but she had something they didn't have. That was a way into Excalibur. Looking over at Mike, she smiled.

"I am very excited, Uncle Mike"

Brittany stepped out of the car as Mike handed the keys over to a valet. She could feel the eyes of every male in front of the club on her, but her attention was on one man only, and that was her uncle. She didn't care that he was way older than her, or that they were related. He made her feel special, and that's what mattered to her.
 
Mike came around the car, his hand sliding around her as he took her into his arm. With complete confidence he walked towards the long line, winding around the edge of the building. The line comprised of sexy hip people dressed to the hilt and ready to party. Rather than head for the back of the line, he headed right to the front, smiling as he saw the bouncer look his way. The large framed man managing the front of the line, looked like someone you didn’t mess with, he reaches over and unhook the line, once he sees Mike approaching, that would have blocked their access. There was grumblings from the crowd as Mike headed right past the bouncer and into the club with Brittany in hand.

The music and sounds of the club fill the hallway as they moved past people. No one would card them in an over 21 club, so Mike talks to Brittany as they make their way to the main floor.

Do you want something to drink?

While they walked Mike hand initially held her at the waist, but as they turned to face each other, it had slid lower and was now cupping her ass cheek. Obviously Mike was completely confident and seemed not in the least worried, and if fact seemed to be proud he had her with him. The flashing lights of the dance floor were only one element of the visual storm that was the main floor of the club. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.
 
Brittany could practically feel the hatred pouring from the people who were waiting in line as she and Mike were immediately allowed to enter the nightclub. The attention made her feel like a celebrity, though she was far from being one. Pausing once they were inside, she smiled when she heard the music coming from the end of the hallway they were in. She almost didn't hear Mike speak to her over the music. Turning to look at him, she gave him a nod.

"I'll have a beer, please."

Feeling his hand on her ass, she decided to repay the gesture, moving a hand to rest on his, giving it a light squeeze. She was really enjoying herself. She stood with him, watching the people on the dance floor. She didn't know the real reason he'd brought her there, but at that moment, she didn't really care. Pulling away from him, she moved to join the crowd on the floor while he was distracted in getting drinks for them.
 
Mike left her to go to the bar, knowing that she was hot looking and would attract attention of interested men. Of course he didn’t expect her to give any of them her attention but he wanted her to get used to having men wanting her. So Mike took his time, the fancy bar was crowded as he ordered beers and waited. The bartender knew him, and they talked for the briefest of moments as he questioned Mike about the new girl. Mike just smiled as he paid for the very overpriced beer. He commented back to the bartender that given how much he charged for the beer, he should be able to afford the girl. They laughed and Mike took the bottles, making his way slowly back to Brittany.

Passing by and through people, he felt the throbbing rhythm of the music as people let loose and enjoyed themselves. Holding the beer up he made his way through the crowd having left Brittany alone to defend herself from the throng of men looking for a hookup or dance, or anything else they could get. Mike finally makes it back, seeing her talking to a guy or two, he just steps up smiling.

Hey got your beer baby.

The guys obviously seeing him decide to look elsewhere. Mike checks both guys out, seeing that neither was likely to get lucky tonight, but they obviously had the kind of money it took to get into the club.

So who are the guys?

Mike asks as he hands her a bottle, and then takes a sip from his.
 
Brittany moved out onto the floor, knowing that she had the attention of most every man in the place. It probably didn't matter to any one of them that she was underage, not that she would tell anyone that. It probably didn't even matter, considering who she'd come into the club with. She was talking to a couple of guys who were there to hook up with a girl. She'd just been about to start dancing with the two when Mike caught up with her. Sighing as the two guys moved away from her, she turned to Mike, taking a bottle from him.

"Hey Mike. Those two? They were just looking for someone to dance with."

She knew the two guys had more than just dancing on their minds, as she had been thinking the same thing. But she didn't want to make her uncle worry about her, not that he would. Opening her bottle, she takes a sip as she smiles up at him. Stepping closer to him as the music changes, she lifts her free hand up to drape over his shoulder.

"Dance with me, Mike. Let's make a few men here jealous"
 
If you want to dance with them, its okay with me, I’m sure they’d love a chance to be with such a fucking sexy girl like you.

Mike of course wasn’t jealous about other men looking at or wanting Brittany, in fact that was exactly what he wanted to happen. Smiling Mike takes her beer and put them both down on one the small tables running along the wall.

Sure baby, I’ve love to dance with you. Come on, let do it!

Mike reaches out taking her hand and heads to the dance floor with her in tow. The dance floor was already crowded, as couples danced, ground, and bumped to the music. Mike lets go of her hand, so they could dance at first without touching, but it wouldn’t take long before Mike’s hands were once again on her hot body. Many a dancer was engaged in groping, grinding, and almost dry humping as they danced. The thumping music just adds to the wild experience as he dances with his niece.
 
Brittany took another sip of her beer, nodding. She wanted to dance with them too, but she had all night to do as she pleased. Letting him lead her onto the dance floor, she started moving her body in time with the music. Closing her eyes, she let herself get caught up in the rhythm, moving closer to Mike when she felt his hands on her body. Still moving with the music, she opens her eyes again, looking up at him as a hand moves between his legs to lightly rub him through his pants.

After a few minutes, Brittany moved away from Mike to dance with a few other men who had stopped to watch her. She could tell that they wanted to do more than just dance with her. Maybe one of them would get lucky by the time the night was over. When the song ended, Brittany moved off the dance floor toward the bar to get another drink.
 
Mike enjoyed the dance, but who wouldn’t seeing was hot she looked. Smiling Mike leaving her to dance with a few of the other guys knowing they all wanted her. While she’s still dancing with some other guy, one of the guys comes off the dance floor, heading to the bar for a drink. Mike’s walks up to the guy and starts a conversation.

So you like dancing with her?

Fuck I’d love to do more than dance with her.

Maybe we can work something out.

Really? You mean like you don’t mind?

No, I have no problem if you don’t mind paying

Oh? Well fuck I didn’t know she was a professional.

Well now you know. What would you rather do buy a bunch of bitches some over priced liquor or get exactly what you want.

Shit, okay let's do it.

Good, I’ll take her to one of those private booths, and you just follow in a few minutes. What do you want?

I’d love her suck my cock

Okay $75 buck, you pay now!

Fine

The money exchanged the men split up and Mike went to find Brittany, now that he had her first customer. He returned to the table with the beers, ready to guide Brittany to a private booth.
 
Brittany was sitting at the table, smiling when she noticed Mike approach with two beers. She'd seen him talking to one of the guys that had been dancing with, but from this distance, she couldn't make what they were discussing, nor did she see the money that exchanged hands. Taking one of the beers from him, she opened it, taking a couple sips before speaking.

"What were you and that guy talking to just now?"

She was about to find out, but she asked anyways. Taking another sip of her beer, she watched Mike, waiting for his answer.
 
Come on let’s go to one of the private booths, and I’ll tell you.

Taking her hand he leads her to these small mini rooms that were used for drinking, talking and just about anything else you wanted to do. Mike wasn’t yet ready to explain the realities of Brittany’s new career. So he slid around the truth.

He was asking me about you, and asking how good you were. And you know how guys are, I of course told him you were the fucking best. I told him you could suck chrome off a bumper, and he said it was bullshit. So I made him a bet. You don’t mind showing him how good you are do you?

The man was already moving towards the booth, though those in the booth couldn't see it with the curtain in place. Mike just tilted back his beer and waited to see what Brittany was going to say.
 
"Alright."

She took another sip of her beer as she was lead to one of the private booths. Leaning against a wall of the booth, she listened to Mike explained what he and the guy had talked about, having no reason to think he was lying to her. Nodding, she finished off her beer, handing the empty bottle to Mike when she was done.

"Sure. I can show him what I can do."

Watching the curtain, she waited for the man to enter the booth.
 
So the guy whose name Mike didn’t even know stepped into the booth, and slid in next to Brittany, the curtain he’d drawn back closing. His eyes now obviously hungrily taking in her tight little body, inspecting it, as he looked around a little nervous. Mike tries to relieve the tension.

Brittany why don’t you show the gentleman what you can do.

Then he looks over to the guy.

I think you’re going to enjoy this.

Mike made no attempt to leave or exit the both; instead he just leaned back in the cushion and enjoyed his beer. The guy knowing what the deal was, leans back to give the girl room to work, while reaching down to start unbuttoning his pants.
 
Brittany watched the man enter, noticing the nervous look on his face. She was a little uncertain about performing in front of Mike, but as he seemed to have no desire to leave the booth, she couldn't do anything about it.

Up till now, Brittany had only had encounters with males that she knew, whether they be people at her school, or her own uncle. Yet, here she was about to perform fellatio for someone she had only spent a few minutes with, out on the dance floor of the club. Watching him undo his pants, she moved closer to him, getting down on her knees in front of him.

Looking up at him, she tried to ignore her uncle's presence in the room as she helped him free his cock from the confines of his pants and underwear. Wrapping her hand around it, she gave it a couple light strokes before lowering her head. Licking the tip of it, she slowly took the length into her mouth, using her hand to work what wouldn't fit inside.
 
The man watched as the sexy young girl dived into his pants. He groans as he tilts back his head, the girl taking his cock into her mouth. Mike smiles around his beer watching his niece begin to suck the unknown man’s cock. Though he had little doubt of about Brittany’s willingness, it was quickly slipping away as she eagerly works the guys dick. Oh she wasn’t a whore by any means, she didn’t even know she was getting paid, well she didn’t know he was getting paid. True he still had to teach her the rules, and what she should and shouldn’t do, but that was easy enough if she was willing to do the deed. As Mike sat there he thought about his sister and how he would get his revenge, maybe he should someday video tape little Brittany and then show it to his sister, wouldn't that be fucking great to watch her face as her darling little daughter whores herself.

The guy’s dick quickly grows hard under Brittany’s attention. His hand begin to stroke Brittany’s hair and moves it out of the way so he could watch her work.

Ah fuck that feels good baby.

The guy says as he groans again, his cock getting rock hard.

You’re good baby, you’re so fucking good.

Mike just smiles sipping on his beer and watching as Brittany’s give her first paid for blowjob. The guy reaches down and starts groping Brittany’s tits. Mike doesn’t say a thing at first and sees how Brittany reacts.
 
Brittany, still very aware of her uncle's presence, had the sneaking suspicion that there was more to this than what she'd been told. She would just have to talk to Mike about it later, when she didn't have her mouth full of cock. Shooting a quick glance over toward her uncle, Brittany could tell that he was enjoying the show she was putting on.

Closing her eyes, Brittany focused on the task at hand, though mouth would probably be more accurate. She cupped his balls in one hand, moving her mouth off his length. Opening her eyes to look up at him, she licked the length of his cock, starting from the base. As her tongue reached the tip, she could taste the precum that was already leaking out of his engorged member. Opening her mouth, she took him into her mouth again, her hand still massaging his balls. She knew she was good, but the words he spoke helped to boost her ego, making her want to work harder to please him, and in turn, her uncle.

Feeling the man's hand on her breasts, she glares up at him briefly, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she lifts her other hand to take hold of the man's hand, moving it away from her body. If it got her in trouble with Mike later, she'd deal with the consequences then.
 
Not hearing any protest the man attempted again to grope the young girl’s tits as she inhaled his cock. That she glared up at him, didn’t bother him in the least, he’d paid for a blowjob, and if he got a little more, well hell it was a freebee. So he felt his cock growing rock hard, and he couldn’t help but groan as he looked down at her with lust in his eyes. The price he’d paid was trivial, and if he’d known she was this good, he would have paid more just for the blowjob, and paid to have more than the blowjob done. He didn’t normally hirer whores, but it didn’t bother him in the least to pay for sex, especially with the convenience.

Fuck! I’m about to cum baby! You ready for my load baby, you ready to suck my cock dry?

Mike didn’t say a thing as this lewd scene played out, he just quietly sat there observing while nursing his beer as his niece sucked another man’s cock. The guy played more aggressively with the perky mounds as he felt the pressure building and building, he was so close, he knew he was about to blow. He would have preferred to spray the little slut with his load, but given their present location, he have to forgo the pleasure. Muffling his groan he begins to cum.
 
Brittany made a slight noise of displeasure when she felt the man's hand on her tits again. Apparently he didn't get the hint that she didn't want him touching her like that. She'd been tempted to bite him for the boldness of him groping her, unaware of the fact that Mike had taken money for this act. A glance up at him was the only acknowledgment she gave that she'd heard him as she continued sucking his cock. If he saw the look, she didn't really care as she quickly turned her attention back to the cock she was sucking, feeling him about to cum.

She started to suck a little harder when she felt the cum shoot into her mouth and slide down her throat, regretting drinking all of her beer before the man had joined herself and her uncle in the booth. She could have used something to wash the salty taste of cum from her mouth, swallowing the cum as she sat up. Shooting the man a dirty look, Brittany wiped her mouth before speaking.

"I don't know what you think you were doing, but I don't think groping was part of whatever deal you made with Mike!"
 
Mike was pleased she’d dealt with the john, and gotten the job done, and her bitching was fair, as the motherfucker hadn’t paid to play with her tits. And as Mike knew and Brittany would learn, you paid to play, everything having a price. Brittany was showing some good judgment in questioning what the arrangement was, she was a smart girl that understood the deal where a stupid slut would just give it away not knowing any better. So he pipes up in support of Brittany

The girl’s right you got what we agreed to.

Mike was firm and being of superior size and with toughness about him, the man backed down, with a look of concern.

Sorry they were just so sexy, and you know … I sorry.


Well if a girl says no, then its no, it’s just that simple.


All right, well that was great, and you sure are good.

The guy was obviously trying to lower the tension after being confronted for his aggressive behavior. Hoping what he said was enough he tries a new approach. Not sure who to present the question to, he looks both ways as he proposes to pay her for more.


If you don’t mind I like to fuck you,

He turns half way to Mike as he finishes the thought.

I’d of course be willing to pay, say $500 for a hour of her time.

Mike doesn’t blink and just continues to sip his beer. The guy luckily hadn’t mention already paying so he played it smoothly to see what Brittany would say.

Well that’s up to her, as its her body.
 
Brittany was glad when Mike backed her up in confronting the man about groping her, only half listening to the rest of the conversation. The man got her full attention, though, when he offered her $500 for one hour of sex. The idea of asking for money for her services had never crossed her mind before, and it occurred to her that Mike might have done more than just offer this man a blow-job from herself. She had no idea how much a prostitute normally charges, but the amount the man was offering sounded fair enough, even more so when Mike didn't turn it down for her.

"You have a deal."

She glanced over at Mike, not at all forgetting the blow-job she'd just finished with the man. She would talk to him later about the exact arrangements of that deal, after she was done with her first customer.

"Seems you and I have a few things to discuss later, Mike."

She knew that he would probably be doing most of the talking, but she would still confront him about her suspicion of the payment for the blow-job. Turning back to the man, she smiled sweetly at him.

"So where are we going to do this?"
 
Mike smiled at how easily and willingly she accepted the offer of sex for money. So many stupid bitches would just give it away, even fucking some loser just to get rid of him. The price offered was fair, probably a little more than he might charge for Brittany, but a club like this attracted men with money, and probably feeling guilty he’d offered a little more. Mike immediate inclination was to ask for more, but she’d agreed and her acceptance really left him no room. Still, he needed to be in control, and specifically in control of the money. So Mike quickly pipes up offering answers to the question. Mike reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card, that said “Big Mike”, “If you need it, if you want it, I got it.” with a cell number at the bottom and hands it to the man.

Why don’t you find a nice place somewhere close by and give me a call in an hour, and I’ll bring her by to visit.

Mike just smiles, the beer now empty and deal done, everything having gone better than expected. And as she so perfectly pointed out, there were going to be plenty of questions that were going to follow, but that was all for later.

The man buttons himself up now with a smile takes the card and is quickly gone from the booth, to find a room. Dreams and fantasies were obviously whirling though his mind as he moved off. Mike didn’t ask Brittany if she wanted to do this, or give her an opportunity or reason to second-guess her decision. Instead he reaches out and takes her hand ready to guide her back out onto the dance floor.

Come on we still have some time to dance, drink and have fun. I promised to take you to a club to have some fun. So come on get that sexy ass up and show me your moves.
 
Brittany was quiet as Mike talked to the unknown man, watching as he offered the man a business card. She hadn't even known that her uncle had business cards, as she wasn't completely aware of what he did for a living, though she was now starting to get an idea. Thinking back to earlier that afternoon, she should have realized just who had been supplying her mother with her precious drugs. Even with that newly discovered knowledge, she couldn't bring herself to walk away from the man who now pretty much controlled her life. It did raise a lot more questions, which she would ask him when they were completely alone.

Following him out of the booth, she moved toward the tables instead of the dance floor.

"Can I get another drink first?"

She wasn't really in the mood to dance right that, still wanting to get the taste of the stranger's cum out of her mouth. She still had an hour before Mike would get the call from the man, so it was plenty of time to dance if the inclination should strike her again.
 
Sure another drink is fine. Come on it’s your party!

Mike really didn’t care what she wanted to do, and if she needed a drink to build up courage or to settle her nerves, it was all okay with him. So with her hand in his he lead them over to the bar. He figured to reward her for her efforts so far, and do whatever she wanted till it was time to go.

What do want?

He says above the drone of club's noise. After hearing her response waves for the bartender and places the order. While they wait he holds her close, not only showing his affection, but his appreciation for what she had done and was going to do. As soon as the drinks come, he hands hers over and takes his own. He raises his up to hers in a toast.

To having a good time!
 
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