Bryce

Anytime a new girl started working at the club, Joker was the one who would inspect her first. He was the one to decide if she officially belonged in his club or not. She entered the club for her first shift, and J had his eyes on her. She was led to the dressing rooms by one of the other girls. She would only be serving drinks, but she had to look as good as one of the dancers. She was to wear a skin tight dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was half up half down with a high, super teased ponytail. She had a full face of makeup with pink lips and blindingly highlighted cheekbones.

"Okay, you look seriously hot! They're gonna love you. Especially Mr. J." The other woman, whose name was Tonya, said at the sight of her. "Mr. J?" She crooked her brow. "The owner. You haven't heard of the Joker? Anyway, I'm sure he'll have you reeled to the back at some point tonight." "What for?" The new employee was getting nervous at the thought of being alone with a strange man. "Oh, honey don't worry! You'll be fine. Just wait until you see him. He's fucking hot! Now, let's get you out there. What's your name again?" "Bryce."

Bryce had been waiting tables for not even twenty minutes and one of the girls called her over to the bar. Mr. J wants to see you, she said. This Joker character was already annoying her and they hadn't even met. She only hoped that this wasn't the type of job where the boss expected sexual favors in exchange for keeping a job. She was still nervous to be alone with the owner, what if he didn't like her? She needed this job.

She made her way back to where she was told to go. There was a man standing in the back of the club, dressed in a suit. "Right this way." He waved her onward, where she was told to sit down in a luxurious booth that had mirrors all around it. That's what drew Bryce to this place, it had class. She was seated in front of another man. She could hardly process what she was seeing, he had...green hair and white skin. He had no eyebrows and tattoos all over but he was...beautiful. She'd never been breathless after looking at another person until now.

His bright blue eyes stared at her intensely and he leaned forward slightly. "You may go now." Bryce was shocked at his statement. "What?" "Get back to work, Bryce." He stood up and she instinctively leaned back as his crotch got close to her face. She couldn't explain why but she felt a shiver go up her spine when he said her name. He walked away in the direction behind her. Bryce sat there dumbfounded that he didn't have anything to say to her. She had never seen such a gorgeous human and she couldn't get his features out of her mind.

"How did it go?" Tonya asked eagerly, she must not have noticed the bewildered look on Bryce's face. "I sat down and then he made me leave." Tonya immediately frowned. "Did he seem mad or something?" "I have no idea. I don't know the guy. I'm just confused, why did he want me to leave when he asked to see me?" Just then, some woman came over and whispered in Tonya's ear. She finished speaking and Tonya nodded. The woman walked away and Tonya said, "Just don't think about it. Go wait tables. I'll be back."

Bryce was left alone to serve drinks for quite a while. It was nearing the end of her shift, so she made her way back to the dressing room. She saw Tonya as she opened the door. "Hey, I made like $200 in tips tonight. Does a percentage go to the bar or..?" "No, no. You keep all your tips." Tonya looked down and took a deep breath. "Listen, girl, I'm so sorry, but you can't continue working here." "What?! Why?!" Bryce exclaimed. "Per Mr. J. You did really well tonight, it has nothing to do with your work ethic-" "What does it have to do with then?" She got no response from Tonya, so said she said, "I wanna hear this from him." "Honey, I don't think-"

Bryce marched back to Joker's office. Anger fueled her feet. She burst through his office door. "Why don't you want me working here?!" Joker's head shot up as he sat at his desk. "Do you know how hard it is to get a job around here? I work damn hard-" "Shut up!" Bryce stopped speaking and glared at him. He stood up and walked around his desk. "Who the fuck do you think you are bursting in here?" He narrowed his eyes at her. "Who do you think you are? Picking and choosing who works for you based on no reasoning?"

"You're too good to work here. You don't belong." "What the hell does that mean?" "I don't need good girls working here. You're not slutty enough. I was told you're in college too. I'm not gonna put up with any spoiled brats around here." "Spoiled? I'm putting myself through school, I need a job that tips well. And your judging me for my education? Whatever, I don't want to work for you anyway." She scoffed and turned to leave. Joker grabbed her arm, turning her back around forcefully. He shoved her against the door and kissed her. His tongue overwhelmed her, and she moaned.

"Show me you're not a good girl." Joker growled after he pulled away from her lips. Bryce smirked and kissed him. She put her hands on his shoulders and when she stopped kissing him, her hands slid down his chest. She lowered herself, and could hear the crispness of his shirt underneath her palms. She kneeled in front of him and unbuckled his belt. She bit her lip and looked up at him as she unzipped his pants. She pulled down his underwear to expose his cock. As she slowly took him into her mouth, she looked upward and he was unbuttoning his shirt.

Bryce couldn't fit all of him in her mouth, but she was able to suck and swirl her tongue around the tip. She used her hand to stroke what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She let his cock pop out of her mouth and said, "You've got an amazing cock, Mr. J." Joker groaned as she licked the head of his stiffening member. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, making her suck faster. She whined as he yanked on her scalp, but apparently Joker didn't hear. After about a minute or so, he released her. He allowed her to stand up, but Bryce was unsure about continuing. He hurt her by pulling her hair and now her jaw was sore.

She wanted to show him that she could be seductive and good at sex, but she wasn't into pleasure with pain. They stood in front of each other, Joker was undoing the buttons on the cuff of his sleeve and staring at her with lust in his eyes. He removed the shirt and tossed over in the corner of the room. He stepped closer to her, and her back was against the door once more. He pressed his lips to hers and asked, "If you're not into this, tell me. And you don't have to come back." They gazed into each other's eyes. Bryce couldn't explain it, but she could see a kindness in his orbs.

"I'm just not used to the roughness...maybe you're right, I don't belong here." She admitted. Joker cocked his head slightly. "I can tell you're curious, though. Tell me I'm wrong." He challenged her, and her face got hot. "You're not wrong." She said quietly, embarrassed at how confident she was earlier, now that she felt like a young schoolgirl. "Listen, I don't have it in me to take it easy on you. But come up with a safe word, and if you're not comfortable or if the pain is too much, just say it and I'll stop immediately." "Oh, like Christian Grey." Joker frowned, "What?" "Nothing." She said, holding back a nervous grin.

He sat her down on his desk. "Your safe word?" "...lavender." She tried to amuse herself through the intensity of the situation. "Noted." He kissed her and after a few seconds, Bryce opened her mouth to allow his tongue full access inside. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel him squeezing her breasts through her dress. She moaned, but suddenly he pulled away from her. She opened her eyes to see him taking his belt out of the loops of his pants. She realized she hadn't taken the time to admire his body, well, other than his big organ. She thought he was beautiful with clothes on, but he was breathtaking in his nakedness.

Bryce wanted to touch him. She reached out and began to trace his 'Joker' tattoo. His milky white skin was inexplicably soft. He held his belt in one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other. He put her arms together and wrapped the belt around them. "You don't like to be touched?" He grinned, "I do, but it's my turn to do the touching." He buckled the belt around her wrists and put them on her lap. Joker pulled each of the straps of her dress down her arms, and her heart started pounding. He tugged the front of her dress down, and exposed her breasts.

Bryce's breathing quickened, the anticipation was nerve wracking. Joker stood next to her and bent down to be eye level with her chest. She gasped when his mouth latched onto her breast. He sucked on her nipple gently at first, gradually using his teeth. She whimpered, and felt heat between her legs and tension building in her lower abdomen. He kneaded her other breast before switching his mouth to it. She bit her lip to suppress a moan. Joker took his mouth away from her breasts and returned to a standing position. He looked her in the eyes and pinched her nipple, making her wince tensely.

Suddenly, he slapped her breast, causing her slight pain. However, the sensation made her grow wetter and her buds could probably cut glass. He slapped her again, harder, right on the nipple. She let out a sound signaling that it did hurt, but she wanted more. Her eyes were clenched shut, and she didn't see him move. She felt his wet mouth on her again, this time at her neck. He sucked on her neck and left sloppy kisses around her collarbone. He pulled away to look into her eyes. He kissed her lips and backed away to slap her breast again, catching her by surprise. She uttered a yelp.

"Are we having fun?" Joker was breathing heavy as he spoke. Bryce caught her breath and giggled. "Yes." "Ready for more?" He got close to her face and pecked her lips. He yanked the belt off of her wrists. She saw him grin and before she knew what was happening, he picked her and turned her face down on the desk. The elegant wood was cold against her breasts. Her heart started pounding again, as she was unsure of what exactly was going to happen next. She was especially nervous since he was now armed with the belt. He pushed her dress up over her bottom, and peeled her thong down her legs.

Bryce gasped when she felt his breath on her clit. He started using his tongue as well as his fingers. She felt the tension bundling in her stomach, and her core was numb. Her knees began to buckle as she swore she could have came right then. She felt his absence from her womanhood, but he returned. His cock slowly nestled between her folds. She was so wet, he slid to and fro with ease. She whined, feeling slightly frustrated. She heard him growl and he grabbed onto her butt cheek.

He finally entered her and started pumping fast. Bryce felt relief. It wouldn't be long until she orgasmed. His midsection rammed into her ass with each thrust. Joker smacked her cheek, making her body tense up. Her giggle turned into moans as he continued to spank her. She was loving it. His cock carved into her slower and deeper. Her legs began to twitch as he put a hand between them. His fingers attacked her clit, sending her over the edge. Her body shook and rattled as she came. Joker pulled out when she finished.

He turned her over on her back. She was trying to steady her breathing. He started stroking himself as he watched her breasts rise and fall. Bryce reached up and her hand roamed slowly over his lower abdomen. She watched him as his hand pumped along his cock. She gently fondled his boys with her delicate fingers. Joker hissed and threw his head back. She propped herself up on her elbows. He emptied his seed onto her breasts and stomach. She gasped, then moaned as he finished.

Joker admired her body momentarily and caressed her inner thigh. Her breath hitched as he gently massaged her throbbing pussy. Bryce put her head back down on the desk, relaxing at his touch. She hummed quietly and bit her lip. He slowly caressed her face, and lazily outlined her lips with his thumb. She pressed her lips to his thumb and suddenly his fingers went deeper between her folds. Right now, he was the single most sexy, dreamy, seductive being in the world to her. "Mr. J, you're a god." "You are working here. I want to keep you around. I want to use this on you eventually." He presented the belt from earlier to her.

"Are you a sadist?" "I just like to play, Bryce. Sometimes pain is fun."