I want to mention that I am against the pimping of women and that violence against them is unacceptable. Thank you
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At the end of their detention, Ron and Bonnie exited the school doors followed by Tara. Several of the Middleton cheerleaders, who had stayed after to practice, looked on jealously, along with a furious Kim.
"Ready to go home babe?" Bonnie asked putting a hand in the back pocket of Ron's cargo pants.
"I can't today Bonnie, I have a shift at Smarty Mart today and I have to be there in thirty minutes" Ron explained.
"Oh dang" Bonnie said. "Well I guess today will be the day I keep my promise to call my mother and tell her how we are living" she sighed.
"What's the matter?" Tara asked. "We're living great together" Tara said cuddling up next to Ron as they sat in Bonnie's car.
"You know my mother, Tara. She is going to go on and on until her phone battery dies" Bonnie said.
"Yeah" laughed Tara. "But it's nice that she cares. What are your plans afterwards Ron?"
"I don't really have any but I wouldn't expect me back very soon" Ron said. "Someone has to do inventory tonight and that 'someone' usually means me."
Smarty Mart at night
Ron was in the store room doing inventory as he had predicted. Zita Flores, his classmate/manager, asked him to do it before he left. He agreed to do it and spent the night doing inventory until after midnight.
His only company during his shift was the night stock-boy, his classmate John Greger.
"Almost done there buddy?" John asked.
"Yeah, almost" sighed Ron as he finished counting the jet engines, neutron microscopes, and elephant food, the last items of the night.
"You seem a little down" said John. "What's wrong?"
"It's just been an emotionally trying couple of days John" Ron answered, hanging up his vest in the employee break room. "I am physically exhausted from it all."
"Well I know something that might pick up your spirits Ronman!" said John as he hung up his vest besides Ron's. "A nice dinner spot that will put some life back into you. Interested?" Ron said,
"I don't know… I'm tired and I have a people waiting for me."
"Oh I know who you mean" laughed John. "I heard the rumors Ron. You've got Bonnie, Tara, and a mystery Asian hottie waiting for you, right?" Ron blushed a little bit and asked,
"Who did you hear that from?" John made a loud laugh.
"Dude…the whole school is talking about you. You're dating two cheerleaders at once and banging some random girl in the girl's bathroom? You're my hero man" John said proudly. Ron couldn't keep from smiling.
"Yeah…I guess Bonnie and Tara are kinda dating me… but where are you getting this story about me and Yori?" Ron asked John.
"Aaaahhhh, Yori. Sounds exotic" John said imagining Yori. "Some girl was on her way to the bathroom when she said she saw you and your new hottie leaving the bathroom arm-in-arm. Ron, screwing two cheerleaders at the same time is incredible, but screwing two different cheerleaders and then another hot chick in the girl's bathroom. That is the stuff of legends man."
"I didn't screw anyone in the bathroom John" Ron argued. "I am not having sex with Yori; she is an old friend of mine."
"Yeah an old friend with a tight ass from what I hear." John commented.
"Oh shut up John" Ron said exiting Smarty Mart, locking the door, and beginning his walk home.
"Hey! Wait up!" called John as he caught up to Ron. "Just listen…it is one o'clock at night, you're hungry, I'm hungry, and I doubt your girl friends are standing at the door with a hot meal ready and waiting. Why not come out with me?" John jingled his keys, trying to tempt Ron.
Ron realized John was right and he was in the mood for a hot meal. "Well…." Ron said.
"Alright!" John exclaimed pulling Ron towards his car. They crossed the long parking lot to John's car. His car was a beat up old van; most likely John had bought it from a junk dealer.
"What kind of car is this?" asked Ron.
"I don't know its factory name" said John. "I call it a piece of shit."
"Well, it maybe, but many don't even have a piece of shit car to call their own" Ron said. "So be grateful for what you have John."
"Yeah yeah" John said ignoring Ron.
John drove down the street and followed it all the way to the edge of town.
"We're going a bit far for an all night restaurant don't you think John?" Ron asked.
"Trust me Ron, this one is worth it." John said smiling.
"Ok" said Ron nonchalantly. Ron yawned and said, "I'm going to get some sleep while then."
"Don't bother, we're here" he said as he turned off the car. Ron looked up through the windshield and saw a bright neon sign above that said, "Wild Nights".
"Where are we John?" Ron asked still staring at the sign. A neon cowgirl was waving her hand and winking while straddling the sign.
"The best restaurant there is!" John said
"Restaurant? It looks more like a strip club" Ron said.
"Semantics" John said stepping out of the car. "You coming?" John asked.
"I'm in a serious relationship John, I can't be stepping out to a titty bar and come back to my house expecting faithful girlfriends. That is a violation of their trust" Ron said.
"Ok first of all Mr. Noble…"John started. "Nobody is here to have sex with anybody else. Second, this is not a bar, it is a restaurant, and they serve food it just happens to be in an adult setting where scantily clad women tend to dance around metal poles. Third, your girlfriends would be proud to know you went to an adult themed restaurant and didn't give in to any temptation, consider this a personal test to see just how strong your morals are. Now come on." John dragged him through the door.
They were greeted at the door by a waitress in a cowgirl outfit. It was a cowboy vest with the midriff cut out of it and a generous amount of her cleavage was showing as well, she had extremely short shorts that went all the way to the tops of her thighs, and as footwear she wore high heeled cowboy boots. Ron did his best to keep from drooling over the waitress. "Hello sirs, can I get you a table?" John felt the need to be an ass and responded,
"Well, shucks howdy m'am, we would sure appreciate you rustlin us up one, yessir." Ron could tell through the waitress's calm and perky demeanor that she was mad as hell. John knew what table he wanted to sit by and walked ahead of Ron and their waitress. Ron gently tugged at the waitress's hand and slipped a ten dollar bill in her palm.
Ron leaned in and whispered in the waitress's ear,
"I know he is an ass, that tip is yours if you can promise me you will do something terrible to his food."
The waitress smiled and tucked the tip in her front vest pocket.
"I was planning on doing that anyway sir, but if you are tipping me for it I promise to make it extra special" she said. She led Ron to the table that John had selected. It was close to the stage with an excellent view of the dancers that would come up.
"You come here often?" Ron asked John.
"Hell yeah!" John said. "My uncle owns the place. It was his idea! A strip joint posing as a restaurant, frickin brilliant! They have to card at the front door as you know, but with the classification as a restaurant they can advertise in legitimate magazines, real upper class ones." The waitress brought over a pitcher of soda pop and said,
"Here are your drinks sirs, are you ready to place your orders?"
"Yes Christina, I'd like some legs, breasts, and thighs" John said in a crude manner, running a hand up their waitress's leg. Christina swatted his hand away and said,
"I'll just put you down for the usual nachos with extra cheese. Is there anything you would like sir?" Christina, their waitress, asked Ron.
"Um…I don't know miss, do you have any recommendations?" Ron asked her.
"Well personally, I would suggest the chicken wings; they are our chef's specialty." Christina told him with a smile.
"Oh, then I will have that thank you" Ron said. John continued his jack-assery by smacking Christina on her butt as she walked away and saying,
"Now you come back here soon y'hear?" Christina stormed her way into the kitchen. Ron turned to John and asked him,
"What is up with you man?"
"What?" asked the confused John.
"That! What is with all the ass slapping and harassment?" Ron said. "Don't you think you're going to get kicked out?" John laughed and said,
"No dude, I told you my Uncle owns and manages this place. Besides, more than half of these girls are illegals from south of the border, even Christina. They can't get other jobs due to their status so my uncle hires the hot girls to be dancers and waitresses while the men and ugly girls work in the kitchen. They can't scream harassment without my uncle firing their asses, and if they try to sue him he calls immigration. I can get away with murder here Ron-man! Enjoy the power; you're with a V.I.P. around here."
Ron looked around and noticed that the majority of the women working did appear to be Latino. He looked back to John and felt a deep disgust that he was proud of his uncle's work.
"Here you are sirs" said Christina as she placed their meals in front of them. "Is there anything else you need?"
"No, I am doing alright, thank you very much Christina" Ron said. He looked at John's plate of nachos and then looked back at Christina with a big smile. Christina gave Ron a large smile as John began gobbling his nachos. She said,
"You actually came at a good time; one of our best dancers is ready to put on a show." The lights suddenly dimmed in the room and everyone became quiet. The M.C. spoke over the microphone and announced,
"Here for our live entertainment, our newcomer, one hot tamale, Zania Flower!" The curtains pulled up to reveal a stunningly sexy Zita Flores in a white bikini walking out into the middle of the stage. Ron's jaw dropped as he watched his Smart Mart manager sway and dip seductively.
Ron felt his blood boiling as Zita ran her hands up from between her thighs, past her incredible sexy naval, up to her breasts where she lingered and cupped her B – cup breasts. Ron felt a lump in his throat as Zita raised her hands further until her hands were over her shoulders, reaching behind to undo the knot holding her bikini top up. Zita undid the knot and just as she removed her top, she expertly covered herself with her arm.
John stopped horking down his nachos to look up, and he too was shocked to see Zita.
"Dude!" John almost said in a whisper. "That's Zita!" Ron knew John would make a scene, and tried to deny the fact that Zita was erotically dancing half naked in front of them.
"No" Ron said shaking his head. "Doesn't look like her." John flung a chip at Ron.
"That is totally her Ron!" John said. "And she is fucking hot!" John stood up out of his seat and called out to Zita. "Zita! Hey Zita!"
Zita stopped her dancing after hearing her real name and looked past the blinding spotlight to look into the crowd. She turned visibly pale when she saw John and Ron.
"Nice tits!" John shouted. Zita gasped and ran back through the curtains, ignoring the money that was thrown on stage. John laughed, sat down, and said to Ron,
"I can't freakin believe that was her dude. She is a ten out of ten! You wouldn't know it considering how prudish she usually is." Christina came back to their table with a bouncer behind her. She said,
"Zania Flower wants to talk with you two, like right now." The bouncer grabbed Ron by the back of his shirt and dragged him to the employee break room. The bouncer let John follow behind without any force, knowing John was the nephew of his boss.
In the break room Zita was sitting at a table wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, and had a very sour look on her face.
"What are you two doing her?" she demanded. John smirked and said,
"What are we doing here? The better question is 'what are you doing here'. We are two men out getting a bite to eat and relaxing, if a pretty girl happens to be dancing next to us then that is just an added bonus. And I would watch that tone Zania" he said mockingly. "Because my uncle runs this place and if he hears you are mouthing off to customers then it wouldn't be good for your career here. And speaking of careers, I wonder how the Middleton Smart Mart district chairman would react if he heard one of his managers was a stripper by night."
"Look" Zita said with tears forming in her eyes. "I need my Smarty Mart job, and this one ok? My mother is sick in the hospital. She needs surgery and on top of her medical bills I have to pay for the upkeep of my four siblings, my car, my house, and my school work. Please…" she pleaded getting on her knees. "Please… don't tell anyone I work here, it is the only place hiring and I am making ends meet as it is."
Ron felt a deep pool of sympathy in his chest for Zita. He wouldn't tell a soul. John on the other hand had an evil smirk across his face.
"One moment" he said to Zita as he pulled Ron over into a corner. "Can you believe our luck Ron? She is willing to do anything if we keep our mouths shut, anything. We can round this up to a blowjob in the least! We could get her to open up those thighs too buddy" Ron shook his head.
"No way John."
"Oh, I get it. Hey its cool man if you want to go first, I'll deal with sloppy seconds. Who wouldn't deal with it to get a piece of Zita?" John said.
"No John , I mean neither of us is going to say anything, and we are not going to force her do to anything to buy our silence" said Ron sternly.
"What?" said John confused. "Screw that Ron, I'm going to go over there and wear that bitch out. She has got a long night ahead of her. Know what I mean?" Ron grabbed John by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall.
"How about I make your night long and painful by tearing your balls off with my bare hands?" Ron threatened. The bouncer came up behind Ron and grabbed his shoulder. Ron turned around, kicked the bouncer in the groin, and back handed him across the face, sending the large man to the ground.
"What the hell is going on here!?" shouted a large man in a suit as he came through the break room door.
"This guy has a problem with the way you're doing business Uncle" John said suddenly embolded. John's uncle pulled a gun out and pointed it at Ron.
"Drop him dumb shit!" he commanded Ron. Ron complied; he dropped John and turned around. "Now let's finish this conversation outside, now!" Ron followed John's uncle through the backdoor to the alley behind Wild Nights. As soon as Ron entered the alley John's uncle tried to throw a punch at Ron, which Ron deftly dodged.
"You think you can come into my business and try to tell me how to run shit?!" the manager shouted trying repeatedly to hit Ron. Soon the manager realized he would never be able to hit Ron. The manager cocked his gun and pointed it at Ron. Ron picked up a rat from beside a garbage can and flung it at the manager, knocking the gun out of his hand.
Ron charged the stunned manager and slugged him across the face. Ron picked up the bewildered manager and threw him against the brick wall of the club.
"Your nephew told me all about your sleazy little club practices" Ron said. The manager spit some blood out and said,
"Yeah? What is it to you?" Ron pulled the manager forward and slammed him back against the wall.
"I don't like people who take advantage of others, especially immigrants who have nobody else to turn to!" Ron said. "Now…your club is mine. Don't be mistaken, you will be paid handsomely for it, but your club is now my club." The manager laughed.
"You're buying my club? I don't take baseball cards kid. What makes you think I would even sell my club to you? Why don't I just have a talk with my bouncers in there and have you sleeping at the bottom of a river?" Ron slammed the manager's face against the brick wall.
"Because it will be a pretty short conversation if they have to squeegee your brains off of this wall" Ron threatened. "You will be given a tidy sum of one hundred and fifty thousand for this club and the contracts of all of your workers. I'll call a lawyer to draw up the contract while I go to my twenty four hour bank and withdraw the money. In one hour you will be a richer man, and I will be in business."
One Hour Later
Ron sat at the manager's desk in his office with a lawyer at his side and a duffle bag filled with one hundred fifty thousand dollars. The manager and John sat on the other side of the desk, both with ice packs over their faces.
"Ok" said the lawyer finishing up the contract. "This states that all property and ownership of Wild Nights goes directly to Ron Stoppable. All we need is your signature sir." He said to the manager.
"Where did you get that kind of money Stoppable!" John demanded.
"I invested a lot of my Naco royalties in the bank; it rounds up to quite a tidy sum." Ron said.
"Then why the hell are you working at Smarty Mart?" John said. "Trying to see how the other half lives or something?"
"Nope" Ron said. "I want to build character and people skills. And I like working at Smart Mart, it is where smart shoppers shop smart."
The manager grabbed the contract and angrily signed it.
"Unc, why are you signing that!" John said. "This place is a paradise, why are you giving it to this asshole?" he asked pointing at Ron. The manager slammed the pen down on the table and pushed John away from him.
"Because I am walking about over a hundred grand richer and there is the extra added bonus of not having to deal with dip shits like you on the job!" the manager said. After all the paper work was finalized and notarized, Ron gave the manager the duffel bag and walked out.
"We are done being friends Stoppable!" John shouted.
"Whatever John" Ron said. "I knew you were a dipshit from the moment I saw you."
"Oh really?" John said with a smirk. "Well now that you own this place, what is to stop me from calling Immigration on your work force here, huh ass face?"
"Simple" Ron said. "I have quite an extensive family, as well as a large network of friends, you needle dick. And all of them happen to be America born bachelors, so if they get engaged to any of my workers, they can stay here until their citizenship papers get accepted. You can't touch me John. Now get out of here! Before I beat you like eggs!"
John stormed out of the office, through the restaurant, and out to his car.
"Call me if you need anything more" the lawyer said handing Ron his business card. It read 'Boe Reynolds, law and business adviser and attorney'. Ron poked his head outside his office to hear a large round of applause and cheers from the Wild Nights' staff.
"Finally, we are rid of that jackass" said the bouncer that Ron had hit earlier. Ron smiled at his staff and announced,
"I promise to you, working conditions will be a lot more pleasant, I'm getting a new refrigerator and a microwave for the break room, replacing the plumbing in the bath rooms, getting new stoves, and I am holding an anonymous poll for people to make suggestions on our new theme, should we choose to change it."
Another cry of joy went through the staff.
"Now if you excuse me I am going to finish my chicken wings before they get cold" Ron said excusing himself back to his table. Another dancer came out as he was sitting down, this one was his waitress Christina. She was still in her cowgirl uniform and she had a lasso with her. Ron locked eyes with Christina and she gave him a seductive smile as she began her routine.
She began twirling her lasso above her head as she gyrated her hips to the dance music. She randomly stripped off her clothing, beginning with her vest, all the while she kept twirling her rope.
Zita came and sat down at the table next to Ron.
"Listen I won't take up a lot of your time, sir" Zita said. "I just wanted to say thank you for what you did to protect me and everything else you have done." Ron put down his last chicken wing and wiped his mouth.
"What is with the 'sir' Zita?" Ron asked. "I've known you too long for us to be so formal with each other."
"No" Zita said putting her hand on top of Ron's. "There is no way I can look at you the same way ever again… I just got a call from the hospital my mother is staying in, her hospital and surgery bills have all been paid, the bank notified me on my payment for my house…you paid for all of it."
"I did no such thing" Ron lied. Zita put her hand on Ron's cheek.
"You and John are the only ones I told about my mother" she said. "Nobody else but you could have done it." Ron shrugged and explained,
"Well I did just piss off John, it is a good bet he is going to tell Smart Mart and you might lose your job. I just wanted to make up for it." Zita suddenly hugged Ron tightly and said in his ear,
"I am forever in your debt. If you ever want anything from me…" Zita's other hand crept up past his knee to his thigh. "Anything… don't hesitate to tell me. I won't ever turn you down, ok?" Ron was speechless and only nodded. His eyes went back to the stage, Christina had removed her vest, her belt, and was removing her shorts. They slid slowly off of her thighs and slumped down to the floor. She was now only in her white lacey bra and panties.
In one hand Christina continued to twirl her lasso while the other slid behind her back and unhooked her bra. As she was peeling off her bra she cast her lasso off to the side of the stage and pulled back a stuffed horse right in front of her. She tossed off her bra and walked off stage with the stuffed horse blocking everyone's view. Right as she exited the stage another waitress came up to Ron's table and presented him with the cowgirl hat that Christina had on before her routine.
"What is this for?" Ron asked. Zita smiled and said,
"That means Christina wants to give you a 'private' dance Ron. You must have impressed her as you impressed me. I'll clean up your table, why don't you go back stage and have some fun?"
"Umm…ok" was all that Ron could sputter out. He picked up the hat and walked backstage. As he walked he was bombarded by a thousand thoughts.
"This isn't ok!" said Ron's brain. "You already are in a relationship! Do you want to wreck it for a quick fling? She is also your employee! How do you know she isn't after a raise or something? She could sue your ass if you go through with it!"
Ron came to the dressing room for the dancers, another bouncer was guarding it, but he stepped aside when he noticed the hat in Ron's hand. The thoughts continued as he opened the door and stepped in,
"What are you thinking! This is not cool! What if Bonnie and Tara find out? You can't just throw it all…away" the thoughts suddenly ended as Christina turned around wearing nothing but her panties. She smiled at Ron and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hey Stud" she said to Ron, who had gone numb from the wondrous feeling of having Christina's bare breasts push up against his chest. "I saw what you did to my old boss. I also heard about you helping Zita. I find heroics and noble men very attractive. I am looking forward to having you as my manager." She ground her hips against Ron's. "I was just thinking that just in case the others changed the theme of this place, that this cowgirl could have one last ride. What do you say?" she asked grinning at Ron. Ron couldn't say a word, he just nodded.
Christina took him by the hand and led him to a chair. She locked the door and had Ron strip down completely. She had him sit down and then she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"What are those for?" Ron asked startled.
"Just indulge me for a bit stallion" she said. She had Ron put his hands behind his back and she handcuffed him to the chair so he couldn't move his hands. Christina went through Ron's wallet for a condom and pulled one out.
"Ooooohhh" Christina said. "Lookie here, 'for her pleasure'. That's pretty thoughtful of you sir. I guess I will have to do my best to return the favor and rock your world." Ron was standing at full attention, so to speak. Christina effortlessly slipped the condom on Ron and pulled it over his full length.
"How am I supposed to…?" Ron said as he tried to reach out for Christina. Christina giggled and gave Ron a deep wet kiss.
"I told you partner" Christina said removing her panties. "Cowgirls like to ride." Christina straddled Ron and dropped herself suddenly down on top of Ron. She let a deep moan out, "Uuuuaaaahhhh."
She picked up her hat and placed it on top of Ron's head and kissed Ron deep again. To Ron it felt like Christina was trying to give him a deep gum cleaning. Combined with the expertness use of her tongue and the unbearable pressure she was surrounding his penis with, Ron felt like he would explode at any second.
Every time Christina felt Ron was too close to his climax, she stopped suddenly and squeezed Ron's erection until he couldn't come. She did this three times until she rode him hard enough that she felt her own climax coming.
"Yessssss" she hissed as she rode out the end of her climax. "God…"she said as she collapsed on top of the frustrated Ron. "That was great. Thanks." She got off of Ron and went to undo his handcuffs.
"What about me?" Ron asked as he felt the cuffs slide off of him. He watched Christina walk a few feet in front of him, then she got down on her hands and knees.
"It's time you had a ride" Christina said looking at him over her shoulder. She went further down and supported herself on her forearms to raise her waist up higher into the air. She looked back at him one more time with a large smile and licked her lips. Ron didn't need any more urging.
He stepped forward and grabbed a hold of Christina's wide hips. He shoved himself all the way into her in one thrust. Christina let out a deep groan as she tried to adjust herself. Ron never gave her the chance, Christina had riled him up so much that Ron was close to being out of his mind. His thrusts were long and brutal. Each time her tried to delve deeper and deeper, Ron grabbed a fistful of Christina's long black hair and pulled her closer to him. Christina gasped in her mix of pain and pleasure and allowed herself to go limp and let Ron do what he pleased with her.
Both of them were sweating bullets. Christina's breathing was ragged and she was about to collapse. Ron felt his end coming, so he gripped Christina's hair tighter and pulled her up off the floor closer to him, he let her hair loose and wrapped an arm across her stomach as he completed his final savage thrusts.
"Un…un…uuunnnn" Ron grunted as he climaxed. Christina followed him immediately and shuddered from her toes to the tips of her hair. "Sorry" Ron said as he ran a hand through Christina's hair. "I've never been that rough before…" Christina turned and lay on her back and smiled up at Ron.
"Then that means I did a good job then" she said. Ron helped her on to her feet. She was wobbling a bit.
"Can you walk?" Ron asked concerned. Christina straightened up and put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt.
"I can" said Christina. "But I am going to need a little help if I am going to leave…" Christina stuck out her butt and Ron knew what she wanted. Ron raised his hand high and brought his hand down suddenly and swatted Christina hard on her butt.
"Oohhhh" moaned Christina. "I will see you tomorrow then stud." Christina kissed Ron's cheek and walked out the door sore, bow legged, and happy. Ron put his clothes back on and went back into the restaurant to close everything down. He saw Zita on her way out and she lovingly kissed his cheek as she left. He closed and locked all of the doors and as he left he felt a deep sense of pride and accomplishment. He hailed a taxi and went home.
Ron felt a sense of dread opening his door, knowing a couple of angry girl friends would want a word with him. On the kitchen table was a beautiful spread of leftovers, chicken, macaroni, beef stroganoff, and many side dishes were illuminated by the dim light of burnt out candles. Tara and Bonnie were fast asleep on the couch wearing sexy black dresses, both with a slit down the side to show off their legs. Ron picked both of them up one at a time and carried them into their bedroom bridal style. He tucked both of them in, cleaned up the food, and went to sleep on the couch in the living room.
He knew he would have a lot of explaining in the morning. He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep. Yori had woken when she heard Ron come in and crept into the living room to discover Ron's sleeping form. She knelt beside him breathed in his scent.
He smelt like sex, so Yori had a good clue what he was doing after work that night. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and began to clean him with her tongue. Just like in her dream, Yori would accept all other women into Ron's bed, but she had begun her mission to capture his heart.
Well, tell me what you think. I thought I did an alright job but I want to hear what your thoughts are. I updated and changed a lot of my chapters in all of my stories, so read them again if you please.