Make It Rain
“Slow night, hun?” The bartender, Justin, asked the scantily clad woman as she leaned against the bar.
“Yeah” She sighed, turning towards her South African friend.
“It’ll pick up, you’ll see” He assured the woman as he placed a clean glass under the bar.
“You better be right, babe” She replied, accepting the shot he poured out in front of her.
“It will, I assure you. I overheard the boss talking about some very wealthy men coming in tonight.”
“Really now? Hmm” Interest kicking into the young woman.
“Yeah, they’re his friends” He nodded.
“Well, this shall be very interesting” She laughed. If it was anyone to bring high end people to Barrett’s Strip & Brothel it would be the head honcho himself, Wade.
The young woman had a slight thing for her British boss, but never had the courage to do anything. Besides, in her mind, Employee/Boss relationships never work. Especially in this line of business.
She snapped out of her thoughts as Justin snapped his fingers in front of her face to draw her attention. Giving him a questioning look, she looked to where he was pointing.
A group of 5 men walked in. All were tall, just like Wade. She took interest in one with medium length, raven colored hair and tattoos all about his arms.
“Go get’um, girl” Justin winked at her when she looked back at him. Giggling as she strutted off towards the men.
She stopped as Wade approached her, smiling from a joke he had with the boys. “I expect you to be on your naughtiest behavior tonight, Cookie” He whispered in her ear, referring to Kristen’s stage name.
“No need to worry, big man.” She winked, sauntering past him as he grinned at her.
She went up onto the stage with other handful of women that worked in the club. They knew when high rollers were in the house and they needed to show off the merchandise.
Cookie grabbed onto the pole, slowly spinning herself around it, extending one of her legs out as she leaned back, holding onto the pole with one hand and throwing her loose hair back.
Turning around she let the pole meet her back, arching her back away from it, she slowly slid down it, gyrating her hips to the beat of the song that was playing.
“Hello there, Cutie” She heard, looking to her left and down off the stage, she seen a one of the men from before, eyeing her up.
He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Sporting Jean Shorts and a tight Grey Shirt.
“Hi, My name is Cookie” She said seductively, walking to the edge of the stage and getting onto her knees, leaning back on her haunches. “What may I do you for?”
“Well, Well. I like what I see and I heard that you were a girl into kink.” He waggled his eyebrows at the end word.
“You have come to right place, indeed” She gave him a sly grin, when actually she was freaking out in her head. She barely done anything involving kinky activity. A whip, maybe. But she could sense this guy wasn’t into a light whip. She was usually out dancing in the main room, entertaining the men and women who couldn’t afford a private show, or just wanted a nice show. But money was money and she was always glad to satisfy a customer.
“Private Room it is?” She questioned the man, smiling back at him when he nodded and held out his hand to help her off the stage.
Walking into a dimly lit room, she hung a sign on the door handle, signaling the room was in use. She closed the door and locked It.
“I’m John, by the way. John Cena” He said taking in the woman’s features as she sat down in a chair, awaiting his demands.
“Nice to meet you, John” Cookie purred. “Are you okay?” She asked as she watched him chug down a whole bottle of water.
“Yeah, never better.” He laughed.
She worried about his actions, the water chugging setting off a red flag that he may be on some type of drug.
“Are you ready?” She asked hesitantly, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Happy when he nodded. “What is this kink, if I may ask?” She piqued as he took his pants off.
“I, uhh” He mumbled to himself, obviously hesitant to bring up what was in mind. He stared at his half erect lump in his boxers, becoming more fascinated with that, than rather answering the question.
“You can tell me, no need to be shy” She got up, walking towards him. Placing a kiss on his lips.
“Uhh… I have a pissing fetish” He rushed out.
She blinked a few times, making sure she heard him right. “A what?” She asked.
“You heard me, a pissing fetish. I have this thing where I like peeing on women. I don’t know why, but it turns me on” He said staring at her with a dead pan face.
“Uhh, well. Then let’s get to it.” She pepped up. She really didn’t want to do it, but as said before, money was money and he was willing to spend a lot just to pee on her.
“Great!” He yelped with a big, goofy grin. “Let’s get this thing going”
“I hope you had a good time” She put on her most sincere smile as she walked out of the room with him, trying to ignore the stench emanating from herself.
He only did what he said his fetish was, pee on her. He didn’t fuck her or grope her. He got off just by seeing her soaking wet in his own bodily fluids.
“I did” He smirked back, satisfied with himself. “Just cause you were so good and accepting about this, im giving you an extra thousand. You deserve it”
You’re fucking right I did. She thought silently in her head. “Thank You. Please, Do come again” Preferably with a less rancid fetish, you fucker. She thought again.
He thanked her again and went on his merry way, stopping to say something to Wade and then left.
She walked up to her boss, a smile on her face till she was sure John was gone out of the building.
“What is the horrid smell?” Wade asked, scrunching his face.
“Oh… I don’t know. Maybe one of your boys had a certain fetish someone didn’t seem to warn me about!?” She seethed, crossing her arms.
His face un-scrunched, turning into a shocked one. “You mean…” She needed “Oh bloody hell. He seriously whizzed on you?” His face turning into a slightly disturbed one. He knew of his friends thing with fetishes. But he didn’t know, out of the many he was interested in, that tonight would be the night he would bring out that one. On one of his best girls too.
“You are so lucky he paid me well and that I like you” She stormed off towards the back rooms, needing to scrub every inch of herself and then some to get the urine and smell off her.
“Love you too!” He yelled back, having himself a chuckle.
“Yeah” She sighed, turning towards her South African friend.
“It’ll pick up, you’ll see” He assured the woman as he placed a clean glass under the bar.
“You better be right, babe” She replied, accepting the shot he poured out in front of her.
“It will, I assure you. I overheard the boss talking about some very wealthy men coming in tonight.”
“Really now? Hmm” Interest kicking into the young woman.
“Yeah, they’re his friends” He nodded.
“Well, this shall be very interesting” She laughed. If it was anyone to bring high end people to Barrett’s Strip & Brothel it would be the head honcho himself, Wade.
The young woman had a slight thing for her British boss, but never had the courage to do anything. Besides, in her mind, Employee/Boss relationships never work. Especially in this line of business.
She snapped out of her thoughts as Justin snapped his fingers in front of her face to draw her attention. Giving him a questioning look, she looked to where he was pointing.
A group of 5 men walked in. All were tall, just like Wade. She took interest in one with medium length, raven colored hair and tattoos all about his arms.
“Go get’um, girl” Justin winked at her when she looked back at him. Giggling as she strutted off towards the men.
She stopped as Wade approached her, smiling from a joke he had with the boys. “I expect you to be on your naughtiest behavior tonight, Cookie” He whispered in her ear, referring to Kristen’s stage name.
“No need to worry, big man.” She winked, sauntering past him as he grinned at her.
She went up onto the stage with other handful of women that worked in the club. They knew when high rollers were in the house and they needed to show off the merchandise.
Cookie grabbed onto the pole, slowly spinning herself around it, extending one of her legs out as she leaned back, holding onto the pole with one hand and throwing her loose hair back.
Turning around she let the pole meet her back, arching her back away from it, she slowly slid down it, gyrating her hips to the beat of the song that was playing.
“Hello there, Cutie” She heard, looking to her left and down off the stage, she seen a one of the men from before, eyeing her up.
He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Sporting Jean Shorts and a tight Grey Shirt.
“Hi, My name is Cookie” She said seductively, walking to the edge of the stage and getting onto her knees, leaning back on her haunches. “What may I do you for?”
“Well, Well. I like what I see and I heard that you were a girl into kink.” He waggled his eyebrows at the end word.
“You have come to right place, indeed” She gave him a sly grin, when actually she was freaking out in her head. She barely done anything involving kinky activity. A whip, maybe. But she could sense this guy wasn’t into a light whip. She was usually out dancing in the main room, entertaining the men and women who couldn’t afford a private show, or just wanted a nice show. But money was money and she was always glad to satisfy a customer.
“Private Room it is?” She questioned the man, smiling back at him when he nodded and held out his hand to help her off the stage.
Walking into a dimly lit room, she hung a sign on the door handle, signaling the room was in use. She closed the door and locked It.
“I’m John, by the way. John Cena” He said taking in the woman’s features as she sat down in a chair, awaiting his demands.
“Nice to meet you, John” Cookie purred. “Are you okay?” She asked as she watched him chug down a whole bottle of water.
“Yeah, never better.” He laughed.
She worried about his actions, the water chugging setting off a red flag that he may be on some type of drug.
“Are you ready?” She asked hesitantly, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Happy when he nodded. “What is this kink, if I may ask?” She piqued as he took his pants off.
“I, uhh” He mumbled to himself, obviously hesitant to bring up what was in mind. He stared at his half erect lump in his boxers, becoming more fascinated with that, than rather answering the question.
“You can tell me, no need to be shy” She got up, walking towards him. Placing a kiss on his lips.
“Uhh… I have a pissing fetish” He rushed out.
She blinked a few times, making sure she heard him right. “A what?” She asked.
“You heard me, a pissing fetish. I have this thing where I like peeing on women. I don’t know why, but it turns me on” He said staring at her with a dead pan face.
“Uhh, well. Then let’s get to it.” She pepped up. She really didn’t want to do it, but as said before, money was money and he was willing to spend a lot just to pee on her.
“Great!” He yelped with a big, goofy grin. “Let’s get this thing going”
“I hope you had a good time” She put on her most sincere smile as she walked out of the room with him, trying to ignore the stench emanating from herself.
He only did what he said his fetish was, pee on her. He didn’t fuck her or grope her. He got off just by seeing her soaking wet in his own bodily fluids.
“I did” He smirked back, satisfied with himself. “Just cause you were so good and accepting about this, im giving you an extra thousand. You deserve it”
You’re fucking right I did. She thought silently in her head. “Thank You. Please, Do come again” Preferably with a less rancid fetish, you fucker. She thought again.
He thanked her again and went on his merry way, stopping to say something to Wade and then left.
She walked up to her boss, a smile on her face till she was sure John was gone out of the building.
“What is the horrid smell?” Wade asked, scrunching his face.
“Oh… I don’t know. Maybe one of your boys had a certain fetish someone didn’t seem to warn me about!?” She seethed, crossing her arms.
His face un-scrunched, turning into a shocked one. “You mean…” She needed “Oh bloody hell. He seriously whizzed on you?” His face turning into a slightly disturbed one. He knew of his friends thing with fetishes. But he didn’t know, out of the many he was interested in, that tonight would be the night he would bring out that one. On one of his best girls too.
“You are so lucky he paid me well and that I like you” She stormed off towards the back rooms, needing to scrub every inch of herself and then some to get the urine and smell off her.
“Love you too!” He yelled back, having himself a chuckle.