Jensen could feel it. The adrenaline surging through his body, and the power. That sensation of having control and adulation. Ever since he was a child, he'd been the one to talk loudest, do the daring and dangerous stunts, and take risks that the other kids wouldn't. All to impress, and be the centre of attention. That's why he'd eventually gotten into the club scene. So that he could have a bevy of gorgeous young women at his beck and call. Women who would follow his orders and do whatever he wished. Women who feared him, and his power. As much as he'd wanted Jinx, cared for her and, in his own way, even loved her, those emotions weren't strong enough to over-ride his need to be the man. One who demanded respect and subservience from those beneath him.
And the slut had disrespected him by spreading her legs for Parker Kane. Now she was to face the consequences. This wasn't only about Jinx, but also every other dancer in the club, and any who may work there in the future. They'd hear the story, they'd hear what he'd done. How he'd fucked a virgin stripper in full view of the audience, and ripped away what was precious to her, simply because she had disobeyed his wishes. No-one would dare do that again. No-one. Sacrificing Jinx to ensure that happened was a hefty price to pay, but Jensen had no choice. His pride demanded it be paid.
His erection grew as he pulled her head up by the hair, and saw the knowledge in her expression, that yes, he was going to go through with it. Jensen was going to make her suck his cock, and then he was going to fuck her. Right here, in full view of a hundred screaming and cheering men, all of whom would be wishing they could be in his place. He'd never experienced what it was like to perform on stage, as the girls did, removing their clothes in front of adoring customers, but he began to sense a little of how it must feel. He was the centre of attention, like he'd hadn't been in years, and he realised why some of the girls kept coming back. Why they became addicted to performing, and couldn't give the game away.
Like the whore on her knees in front of him who, at that moment, had no idea that after he humiliated her, he'd rip away the opportunity to keep feeding her addiction as well. He knew every club owner in the city, and none of them would dare employ her without his approval. After he threw her out on the street, she wouldn't be dancing again. Not for hundreds of fawning, pussy-whipped men. Men who screamed for her attention, and showered her with money and gifts. Men whose glazed eyes evidenced how much they wanted her. How much they needed her. After tonight, the bitch would have to go cold turkey, and Jensen wasn't sure which would hurt most. That, or the humiliation he was about to put her through.
Although he'd wanted to ravage Jinx for so long, this moment wasn't so much about the sex, and feeling her tight, no-longer-virgin pussy clamped around his cock, than it was about revenge. "That's right Jinx, after this it will be different. You have no fucking idea". Raimi spat the words out, then gasped as he tugged her head forward and her tongue slid up his shaft. His eyes narrowed, and darkened. "Suck it, slut", He didn't give her a chance to refuse as he thrust his hips forward, and slammed his entire length in her mouth.
The next fifteen minutes were a blur. Afterwards, Jensen Raimi would have no real memory of the detail. Just snippets here and there; the cacophony of noise; every bouncer in the club lined up at the front of the stage to stop it from being stormed; grown men, in business suits and ties, jeering like rowdy children watching a school yard fight. He would later recall how his hand ripped at her hair, and his balls slapped her chin as he fucked her mouth. That, from somewhere, a table from the floor had been thrown on the stage, and a chant had gone up from the crowd, "Fuck her, fuck, fuck her". That he'd slammed Jinx face-down on the table, and fucked her without mercy, and left scratches on her skin and bruises on her thighs.
It was only when he'd released his seed deep inside her, and his breath slowed, that the arena came back into focus. Men stood and applauded as he placed one hand on Jinx's head, and shoved her cheek down onto the cold wood, so that he could withdraw his cock and move to his feet. The crowd quietened. With the young stripper splayed out, face-down, her skin bruised and marked, and cum leaking from her pussy, Jensen whispered. "Goodbye Jinx"
Then he raised his voice, and motioned to the security staff. "Get the bitch out of here, and make sure she never comes back".
The club owner didn't even so much as glance over his shoulder as he walked back to the office, and two muscled bouncers - four times Jinx's size - each grabbed an arm, and dragged her away. "You heard the boss". The audience parted like the Red Sea to allow them through, and thirty seconds later Jinx was thrown out onto the street, the club doors slammed shut behind her.
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