Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31

Taking her cue Simone reached down and grabbing his cock started to jerk him off with one hand while rubbing his balls. He let out a loud gasp and after Simone removed her hand I started slamming myself up and down on him as hard as I could. With a loud cry, that got a huge laugh from some of the guys, I felt the guy start to cum. I continued to fuck him as he gasped and moaned, and then began gently grinding back and forth on his lap until after on last gasp he asked me to stop.

Leaning forward I gave him a kiss.

"Happy birthday baby." I whispered in his ear.

I eased myself off of him, and after taking a bow, Simone and I picked up all of the money and left the stage to a standing ovation.

"Damn" Simone said laughing. "What did that take one we started five minutes?"

"Longer than the creep I was with earlier." I said as I started to count the money already noticing that I had enough for another visit to Rick. I turned as I heard Billy behind us.

"Twenty five from each of you for the house."

I rolled my eyes and handed him fifty dollars. Simone took fifty which left me with a close to a hundred and fifty. Before she walked away Simone smiled and asked if I wanted to come by her place later and play. I told her sure why not? The club had been turning me off to men in general and I had been enjoying the company of women quite often these days. I went back onto the stage to grab my clothes, then after getting dressed immediately went to find Rick and get another gram. All that dancing had burned off a lot of my rush and it was going to be such a good night I wouldn't have to worry about the money.

Three hours later the night wasn't so good. There was a decent crowd but no one was spending. I'd spent the hundred and fifty with Rick and now only had about twenty five on me. Worse than that was I had already crashed again making me wonder how good the stuff Jack was selling these days really was. There was only three hours left to my shift and I needed to get the damn rent money. I heard my name called to go up on one of the small stages in the other room and I quickly went over there hoping that maybe I could get enough money to get through the night.

There were only a few people around the stage and they seemed barely interested as I slowly stripped to an old slow dance mix. I worked one side of the stage which was all college kids and got a few dollars. I strutted over to the other side where there were three guys in suits and felt my hopes rise. They looked like they were the type to pay for some fun. I sat down in front of one who was holding out a ten and after putting my legs on his shoulders showed him my pussy.

"Very nice." He said smiling.

"Yeah baby?" I asked." You like my pretty little pussy."

"I do." He nodded.

"Yeah well this pretty little pussy could be all yours baby." I told him.

"Oh yeah?"

"That's right baby, just me and you upstairs you can have this pussy all to yourself."

"And everything that the guys before me had too I'll bet." The guy said smirking. "Sorry hon I'm not one for sloppy seconds."

As he and his friends laughed I turned away so they couldn't see me blush and walked off the stage. I picked up my clothes, and after slipping them back on in the bathroom, sat in the stall and cried. Not just over that remark but I couldn't believe I had fucked a guy on stage like that. Everything just seemed so right when I was feeling good. Afterwards though... I stood up and after wiping at my eyes, went back out onto the floor. I was getting ready to go work one of the rooms when Janice, another dancer who was the acting hostess tonight, came over to me.

"Hey Megan. I have one for you!"

"Where?" I asked looking around.

"He's up in your room."

"My room?"

"Yeah he asked for you by name and bought his ticket. Said you looked hot and he couldn't wait."

"Well that's great Janice but I like to at least see them." Even as I said that I thought; who are you kidding you slut you're desperate.

"Trust me Megan, I have no idea why this guy is here because I doubt he'd ever have to pay for it."

"Yeah?"

"Shit Megan, if I wasn't working the damn door I'd have hopped him myself. He looks like women should pay him."

"Okay." I said and started to head upstairs.

I was already playing the game of; I could get one more hit then try to get the rent money when I heard a commotion near the front. I turned and felt my stomach twist. Jack Wolf had come in and had at least eight of the Devils own with him. None of the girls liked to see them coming. More often than not they would fuck the girls and leave without paying. Jack would usually make good for them but not all the time. The worse thing was that they were at times extremely rough and a couple of times more than one of them would fuck the same girl pushing them into threesomes and once made a girl run a train.

The bouncers were afraid of them and did nothing. Most of the bouncers were like Rick, just big guys who could throw some weight around but these guys were dangerous, most of them ex cons and the type to fight at the drop of a hat. I let out a long shuddering breath and started to head upstairs. Normally they were only here on the weekends, which was why I only did weeknights the money was better on the weekends but I would not chance these guys. I obviously had gotten over a lot of my sex hang-ups but I was either stoned or in control. The thought of being taken by one of those animals made me shake. I would take care of the guy waiting for me and maybe lay low. Screw the rent I was not about to get gang banged.

I had just made the stairs when I heard my name called. I turned and froze like a dear in headlights as I saw Jack Wolf coming over to me with one of his guys. I stood there as they approached hoping I didn't look nervous.

"Hey Hawk," Wolf was saying to the other guy. "This is Raven, the girl I told you about."

Wolf was in his sixties but still a big ruggedly built guy with studs in both ears and a long grey pony tail. Wolf had been in gangs since he was a teenager and was one of the most feared dealers in the state. Mark had once told me that Wolf and Mitch had ridden together years ago and that Wolf was a crazy bastard even by biker standards. Several years ago Wolf had approached Mark about being his head bouncer and my brother had declined because of the drugs. Wolf had hired Keith instead. Wolf made a fortune at the club because he himself did no drugs of any kind and didn't even sleep with any of the girls the club was pure business to him. His cronies on the other hand...

The man with Wolf was shorter and looked to be in his forties. He was broad shouldered and dirty looking. That last thought was confirmed, when I could smell him before he reached me.

"Shit Jack she is hot!" Hawk smiled at me and I saw he was missing a couple of teeth. "Hey honey Jack said you and me are going to have some fun!"

"Ummm... well yeah sure." I said already feeling my legs start to tremble.

"There you go Raven!" Wolf said. "That's what I want to hear." He smiled. "Now you guys go and..."

"Um I have somebody waiting." I said quickly.

"Well screw that!" Hawk snapped. "She's mine."

Oh god I thought, but Wolf answered;

"Calm down, business is business if she has someone then she'll take care of that first." He put his hand on Hawk's shoulder. "Besides those guys get fucking quickies Raven is going to really take good care of you aren't you baby?"

"I..."

As I started to speak Wolf reached out and held a white packet in front of me. Shit, that had to be at least three grams!

"Gonna show Hawk why you're my best girl right Raven?"

"Of course. Mr. Wolf." I said taking the packet with trembling fingers.

Damn there was enough here to make me completely numb. Still what if it turned into more than just Hawk? The girl they ran a train on had been given a hundred dollars and an eight ball but six guys had fucked her so hard she didn't come back to work for a week. Maybe I could slip out the back. Take the coke and screw stay with Mark. No they would find me and even my brother couldn't handle these guys.

"Well go take care of your customer and hurry back." Wolf said.

I nodded and started to turn, but catching me by the arm Wolf said.

"Hey Raven turn around."

I nervously did as he said. Wolf moved my cape to the side and I felt his finger touch the Baphomet tattoo I had on the small of my back.

"See why I like her Hawk?"

"There you go she's one of us!" Hawk laughed as he tapped the emblem stitched into his vest. The emblem was a small Baphomet with Devils Own over it. "Hey Wolf does that mean we can initiate her?"

Wolf laughed then sent a chill down my spine as he said;

"I don't think so Hawk I need her to be able to use her pussy, can't get her all stretched out now can we?"

I turned and hurriedly walked away from them. I went upstairs wondering what the hell I could do. There was no way out of the second floor. Wolf had nailed the windows shut and removed the fire escape so no one could slip out with drugs or money. I entered the bathroom and going back into the stall opened the packet and pouring a little out snorted it right off the edge of my hand. As I sat there letting the drug take hold I figured I would take care of whoever was waiting then maybe try to slip out unnoticed. Looking down I poured a little more into my hand and snorted. I gasped as I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I sat there on the toilet taking deep breaths while my heart slowed down, and finally sealing the bag, and slipping it into the top of my boot, left the bathroom and went down to my room which had the bulb lit over it.

Taking a deep breath, I walked in to find the small light on the table turned towards the wall leaving half the room in darkness. Standing in front of the couch, his back to me stood a well dressed man wearing a wine colored dress shirt and black slacks,. High end for this place I thought. The figure was standing in the shadows and had not turned around yet. Closing the door behind me I said softly;

"Hey baby I'm Raven. I heard you were looking for me."

"Oh I've been looking for you alright!" An all too familiar voice said.

"Mark." I said softly.

"In the flesh." My brother said turning around to face me and stepping out of the shadows. "Why hello there Raven!" he exclaimed.

As Mark stepped up to me I couldn't help but notice the difference between us. My brother had never looked better. Mark's thick black hair was gelled and brushed back and he was deeply tanned. Mark was clean shaven which he was most of the time these days showing off his smooth flawless features. The shirt he was wearing was an Armani and had probably cost him close to a hundred dollars and I had no doubt that the black slacks he was wearing were just as expensive. When Mark stopped just in front of me he raised his hands in a here I am gesture and I noticed he was wearing the black Movado watch Alex had given him for his PC graduation.

More than his looks and dress however, was the aura of confidence that emanated from him. Standing in front of me, my brother screamed success, and here I was strung out in the back room of the sleaziest strip club in town. Mark reached out, and taking my chin in his hand, tilted my face up to look into his.

"What no kiss hello for your little brother?" he smirked. "Or do I have to pay for that?"

As Mark spoke I caught the smell of Jack Daniels and looking into his beautiful golden green eyes saw that they were glazed over. My brother was drunk.

"What the hell are you doing here Mark?" I asked.

I tried to back away but the room was small and I felt my ass hit the makeup table.

"Me?" Mark asked his eyes widening. "I think the question is what the fuck are you doing here?"

"You're drunk Mark." I said as calmly as possible.

If it hadn't been for the coke, Mark catching me here would have had me in tears immediately, as it was I felt totally humiliated but couldn't let him stay here. Keith was out there somewhere. I let out a surprised yelp as reaching out quickly Mark grabbed my chin again and held it as he stared into my eyes.

"And you're fucking high." He snorted disgustedly and roughly shoved my face away from his.

Turning away from me, Mark looked around, and shaking his head began to speak;

"What am I doing here? Know why I'm here? Because a little birdie told me my sister was whoring herself at a strip club!"

"Mark you have..."

"Shut up Megan!" Mark snapped.

As he spoke Mark turned to look at me and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I saw that his eyes had grown noticeably darker.

"Guess who that birdie was sis?"

Before I could answer Mark laughed harshly and started speaking again;

"It was fucking Alex! A few nights ago a couple of his high rollers said they wanted some fun, but wanted to go slumming." Mark extended his hands "Can't get skankier than Wolves Den right?"

"Well Alex brings them here and they're watching some girl and Alex gets up to get drinks and lo and behold who does he see dancing on the next stage?"

Mark shook his head disgustedly.

"Not just dancing but down to the thong and grinding on some guy old enough to be your fucking father! So Alex has the decency to be embarrassed for you and goes and gets his guys to leave so that you wouldn't see him and get freaked out."

Mark stopped and with a sigh rubbed at his eyes.

"More than that he got them out of there before you got to the stage because one of the guys was waiting to see if there were any goth girls in the club."

"Mark I...I'm sorry it's..."

"Sorry. Do you have any idea how fucking humiliating that was Megan? For Alex of all people to see you here?"

"Oh poor you!" I snapped angrily. "Oh God forbid your stuck up friend finds out about your big sister. God forbid he finds out about your dirty little secret! So sorry you're ashamed of me!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Mark snapped back. "What the fuck is wrong with you Megan? Why are you here?"

"Because I need to live Mark I need to pay rent and ..."

"Oh bullshit! You need fucking drugs is what you need! Tommy going straight was the worst thing that could happen to you, no more free rides." Mark tossed his hands up in the air. "Now you charge for rides to get your fix!"

"I mean Megan you're not just fucking stripping your fucking..." he stopped and the anger seemed to leave his face and I saw pain in his eyes. "You're selling yourself Megan, your... hooking."

I put my head down and despite my prior rush could feel the tears building.

"You think I like it Mark?" I asked softly. "Think I like being with these guys? I just I need what I need."

"You need help Megan," Mark said quietly.

Stepping forward he put his hands on my shoulders.

"All you need to do is stop sis. Tommy was letting you live there with him. You didn't need money. I've told you to come stay with me. Hell sis there's a really good clinic at Miriam! Alex knows someone on the board you can get in for free I..."

"It's not that easy Mark!" I said pulling away from him. "They can help with the coke they can help with the booze but if I don't have those I... I feel..." I closed my eyes and said;

"They can't take away the pain, all the pain I've caused, all the things I've been though the nightmares they can't stop it Mark!" I looked up at him. "But when I'm high it's all okay and ..."

"And when you're not?"

"That's why I need to have it Mark. I can't stop I..."

"Bullshit!!" Mark snarled at me suddenly. "You can stop Megan you can! You have people who will help! You just don't fucking want to!" He gestured at the room. "You like this sis? Is that it? Maybe you get off on being a sleazy fucking whore that's what it seems like. So is that it Megan? You like people calling you easy bake?"

"Don't call me that!" I snapped and without realizing I was going to do it I swung at his face.

Mark caught my hand in his and pushed it away.

"Then don't fucking act like it! Christ Megan you know the shit I hear about you? You know what that does to me?"

"Back to poor you." I hissed angrily at him. "Poor hotshot Mark has a skeleton in his closet. His slutty cokehead sister is a royal fuck up just to make him look bad in front of his rich friends."

"I am not..."

"Not what Mark?" I asked pointing my finger into his chest. "Not a snob? Look in the mirror little brother, Christ you even dress like Alex. And as for hooking, how much do those snotty bitches slip you after you fuck them Mark?"

"That's..."

"Different Mark? Why because it's in a nice hotel room instead of a nasty couch? Got news for you Mark, know why they fuck you?" I smirked at him. "Because they like to go slumming little brother, those high class bitches want to tell their friends they fucked a dirty little street rat!"

"I am not a..."

"No Mark?" I asked. "To them you are. So do you dress pretty for them Mark? Or do they like you in jeans and a tank top so all your bad boy tats are showing? Bet they love you fucking them from behind don't they, love getting it real good from some young punk who thinks they actually want him because he's smart and knows how to dress. You're as big a whore as I am."

Mark looked away from me as I pressed on;

"Know what your problem is Mark? Standing here in your expensive shirt and that fucking fancy watch? You think you're better than me Mark. You and I used to share the same pain and said we would always be there for each other, but your too good for me now aren't you?" I made a disgusted sound.

"You'd rather pretend life never happened." I shook my head. You little brother, have forgotten where you came from."

"Fuck you Megan!!" Mark yelled, and getting right up to my face began to talk in a low voice.

"I forgot where I came from? No Megan that's you! Know what Megan, did you go through hell with Frank? Of course you did and I feel for you sis! It breaks my heart you were hurt like that but how long was it sis? Two years?"

Stepping back pointed his finger in my face.

"By eleven you were in a nice house in a nice bed with clothes and toys and two people who tucked you in and said they loved you! You had a mom and dad!" Mark shook his head and as he continued his voice started to break with emotion;

"Know what I was getting at eleven? Beaten every day. At twelve? Same thing! Five fucking years Megan! Know what I had for clothes? Whatever Max's wife could get from the Salvation Army, know what I had for toys? Whatever the kids next door threw away! Know what I ate? Half the time nothing!"

"And that's why I dress like this, because I can! That's why I have nice things! Because I can and I will never go back to that again! I'm not better than you but I am proud of what I have because it's mine!"

Mark stopped speaking and stood there with his chest heaving. I stepped towards him and went to put my hands on his shoulders to calm him down. I was upset I had gotten him upset but also needed him to stay quiet I couldn't have anyone coming in here. As I approached him Mark looked up at me and I gave him a small smile and said softly;

"It's okay Mark I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

I stopped in mid sentence as Mark's expression hardened and his eyes went black. As I watched, my stomach twisting I saw Mark cock his head slightly to the side.

"Oh my god Mark," I said. "You're not taking your pills are you?"

"What do you fucking care?" Mark snapped. "You're the one who forgot about me sis. You're the one that doesn't call me and hides from me. You're the one who doesn't let me in! So don't act like you give a fuck about anything but your next hit!"

"Mark please calm down. Where are your pills? You need..."

"You're fucking weak Megan!" Mark snapped. "Doug and Denise saved you gave you everything and you can't handle it! Think you are the only tragic fucking tale out there? No you're not but you're the only one I know that uses it as an excuse to be a drugged up, burnt out fucking whore!"