By the time Elenore actually shambled out of bed it was just after 4 in the afternoon. She itched her left tit as she looked down at herself in the mirror. Her thick brown hair dangled down her back from it’s tie as she wiped the crust of sleep from her eyes. Running a hot bath, she sat on the edge of her purple tub, shaving her pussy and asshole and using a small mirror to carefully navigate every nook and cranny. She often thought about waxing, or even laser removal, but she wouldn’t be in this job forever she told herself. She explained away her new rituals as temporary, all the while itching her left tit.

A deep, hot soak, followed by a shower and two rounds of enema. She repainted her toes, always Rocket Red. Going downstairs in a over-puffed avocado green cotton robe, she sat with her mother and ate sweet potato and bean soup. Always a high fiber meal. Most afternoons they sat together. Her mother worked a morning shift and had gotten Elenore the job when she needed the work. Both promised the other it would be temporary. They would often dream about going to the beach after work, laughing and making jokes about bad tan lines and oversized umbrellas in the wind. Her mother would eventually stare off in the distance, absentmindedly rubbing the red ‘R’ tattooed on her left tit.

Eventually Elenore would get dressed. Never any makeup, just comfortable clothes and flip flops. Gathering herself up she’d pile into her car and head off to work.

Ted sat and watched for the late model Honda to pass by. His exes car was easily spotted, and he waited on the long road leading into The Rocket Lounge. As she passed, he would watch. The sight of her almost every day made his blood boil. She had taken this job just to spit in his face, after years of providing everything to this ungrateful bitch. He stewed for nearly an hour most days, siting and waiting, grinding his teeth and grumbling obscenities’ about her under his breath. And yet, as she passed him, Ted would start transfixed and slowly creep out of his hiding place to follow her along the way. He like to catch the sight of her walking from her car into the garish, neon wrapped building. As the sun hung low in the sky, The Rocket Lounge glowed into the twilight sky. A monument in it’s own right.

Ted backed in slowly, staying out of sight. Elenore usually sat in her car a few minutes before trudging through the lot to the side door. The sight of her always made him angry. He imagined grabbing her before she reached the door and stuffing her in his trunk. Saving her from this vile place. She didn’t belong her, he would tell himself. She was doing it for the money, her mom talked her into it, she’s a disgusting whore. It was a slippery slope he’d often fall down. all the while Imaging grabbing always made his little cock stiff in his pants.

As Elenore reached the door this time though, he saw something he hadn’t before. She pulled the left shoulder of her sweater down, showing the doorman something before he let her inside. The exchange was short, he almost would of missed if he hadn’t been watching so closely. Dismayed, he gripped the steering wheel and screamed at her from inside his tiny car.

“You fucking cunt, you stupid bitch, are you fucking kidding me, nasty, dumb whore, fuck, slut, whore, bitch, skank.”

Red in the face he flew from his car, bounding to the front door.

Roman Rocket stood at the glass balcony in his office overlooking his empire. Below him, his temple to debauchery. Five stages, private rooms, bars, a smoker den, drugs and pills in every corner. A far cry from the Rocket Lounge he inherited a decade earlier. As he ashed his cigar over the glass divider, the cacophony of drooling, sucking, and slurping filled his ears. Soft moans and giggles. Looking down, he flicked the forehead of the redhead on her knees at his right foot.

“Don’t forget my balls now. There are two of you for a reason.”

He flashed a fake, annoyed smile at her before taking a sip of his whiskey. Licking her lips, she looked up at him, batting her eyes and squeezing her fake tits together. She spoke with a soft, innocent voice.

“Yes, Mr. Roman.”

Her gaze remained upward as she lowered her cute mouth, Rocket Red lips, and pink tongue, gently sucking his wrinkled hairy testicle into her mouth. Her freckled face nearly disappearing between his legs as he felt her tongue slide along the underside of his sack, gently sucking. Her eyes beamed up as she softly cooed.

Next to her a petite girl, long blonde hair with similarly large, fake tits. She looked more focused, bouncing happily on the shaft of his cock. Roman liked this blonde one. He didn’t know her name, but she was pretty, thin, and most importantly never said much of anything except Yes Sir. She also didn’t have a gag reflex as far as he could tell. Her adorable lips wrapped completely around his prick, sucking deeply with cute dimpled cheeks. Throating him hungrily, coating his dick in thick, bubbling drool. Both the blonde and the redhead were his, like every other girl here.

As he took another sip of whiskey, he wrapped his hand through her blonde hair.

“That’s it you dumb bitch,” he cooed.

He loved to feel the back of her throat when he finally came. Such a slick, tight, warm place for him to fill. Feeling right on the edge, he pushed away the redhead, pulling the blonde’s lips to the base of his cock, pulsing into her mouth.

“Fucking Christ,” he groaned, blasting the thick strand of cum into her throat.

As he pulled his cock from her mouth, she held her tongue out, showing him the white cream he’d given her. What a good bitch Roman though, petting her soft cheek.

“You can swallow, no need to share what you earned tonight.”

Obediently the girl nodded, gulping down the cream and flashing her empty mouth.

“I think you deserve a little treat for that,” he grinned, stepping towards his desk.

From the pocket of his Rocket Red silk lounge suit, he pulled a key. Unlocking the topmost left drawer he found several stacks of $100 notes. Pulling out several from a band, he held them out for her to take. The blonde quickly crawled to him, taking the money in mouth before dropping it in her hands.

“Thank you mister Roman,” she cooed, her wide eyes locked on the cash.

“None for you though bitch,” Roman gestured at the redhead, still on her knees. “Now both you cunts, out.”

Both girls quickly stood and made their way out, naked and bouncing into the hallway.

“Send that redheaded bitch to the floor for the rest of her shift, and get me some other cunt next time, Christ sake. That bitch is fucking lazy,” Roman barked at his assistant, a short thin girl in her mid 40’s standing in front of his desk.

Tucking his limp cock back behind his waistband, Roman tapped the screen on his monitor, bringing the huge panel to life.

Elenore walked along the line to her booth. This side of the curtain was kept almost black, and she used her fingers on the wall to count her way. Most girls went to the same spot each shift, a good way to make regulars. As Elenore reached her booth, the girl nextdoor poked her head out.

“Ellie is that you? Gawd, they have the speakers turned up today. I can literally hear Frank breathing out there it’s so loud.”

From the light of her screen, Elenore saw her friends wore a classic Rocket Red robe, half open. Her left tit tattooed just like her mother.

“I feel like they’re always turning it up, like hearing guys grunting louder is going to make my tip any bigger.” Elenore laughed.

Jen rolled her eyes and disappeared into her booth as Elenore put her bag on the hook and pulled off her leggings and sweater. Her flip flops went on a shelf, along with her clothes. Anything on the floor was sure to get some mess on it. Under her bare feet, she could feel fluids soaked into the carpet. A tackiness with each step. Taking a towel from her bag, she carefully wiped the bench off before straddling it and then wiped off her feet. She always liked to lay on her back, though the opening worked either way. She leaned back, put her legs up and pulled the lever, sliding the bench towards the wall, and pushing her ass and feet through the cut out. It was an odd feeling, her bare holes completely exposed. The air on the other side was always much cooler than the humid stale air in the booths.

The cushioned ring formed a solid seal around her legs and back, holding her in place perfectly. In front of her face was a small screen, where she could see her cunt on the other side. It felt so distant, disconnected even. Eventually she would see a line of men taking turns. Also dangling down in her face was a remote. One button to turn on her microphone. Boys loved a good moan as they fucked her. The other button for emergencies. A safety button to bring in Frank if needed. Luckily she’d never had to push it.

In two minutes, men would start to shuffle in, and her shift would begin. Six hours on the line then she could go home. In these few minutes of peace before, she often thought of her ex. Something about lying on her back in a dark room, listening to a man breathing.

Ted quickly looked around the spacious, tiered floor. Men gathered around various platforms, girls dancing or mingling among them. Two long bar tops ran through the center all draped in neon lights and flashy signs. Elenore was nowhere to be found yes,, so Ted waited, plopped down in a booth seat. He would wait until she appeared, and then, well, he wasn’t really sure what then. He was too angry at her to think about what came next.

Looking his way, an exasperated redheaded girl moved towards him. Naked and holding a tray as she approached.

“Hey there Mister,” she smiled, her tits bouncing with each step, beaming at him with a freckled expression. “Can I get you anything.”

The girl looked young, probably not even 20 yet. Thin and fit, long legs, and a perfectly hairless, freckled slit. Adorable with long red hair. The kind of girl you’d love to see licking under your balls. Yet to Ted she was an annoyance, a nasty whore. Like every other whore in this place, just like his ex. His Elenore.

“Elenore.” Ted grumbled.

“Elenore?” she repeated, tilting her head.

Looking at her, he cleared his throat and clenched his fists. He wanted this redheaded skank away from him. He couldn’t make a scene though. Not yet anyways.

“When is Elenore on stage?”

“Uh, oh, Ellie you mean? You’re in luck, Mister. She’s on the line tonight. You can have all the fun you want.”

Giving him a wink, she pointed to a Rocket Red curtain in the wall. Ted looked enraged but tried to hide it.

“All the fun I want; any guy wants?”

The thought made him sick.

“If you’d rather something a little more, personal, you can have a moment alone with me though, Mister.”

The redhead licked her lips, leaning forward to drape herself in front of him. An obvious proposition. Ted gave her a look of disgust as he pushed past, heading straight for the curtain.

“Fucking dick,” she whispered under her breath as he did.

As he got closer, he noticed the two men on either side, and the topless girl in the window taking cash. 16 “credits” to go inside. Fake money exclusive to the Rocket Lounge. The girl in the window beamed at him as he swiped his card. 20 credits, only $900.

“Don’t forget to tip your booth girl,” she told him as he passed through the curtain.

Inside the lights were red and dim. The walls on both sides lined with women. Holes exposed through cutouts. Graffiti above each. Some holes had name tags, others with special labels. Anal Only, Squirter, Teen, Fist Me, even Urinal.

Ted’s eyes darted to each cunt along the line. All different women, all different bodies. Something for everyone. He was shocked to see even one of the holes he passed was pregnant. A very large belly barely fitting in the cutout. Cunt lips swollen and drooling, cum already slowly leaking out of both holes.

After walking by almost two dozen cunts, he saw one he recognized. His hole. His prick lurched again, see it here. Walking up, he couldn’t help but touch her. Soft neat lips spreading so easily. His fingers slid along her slit and gently nudged her clit.

“ooh Daddy that feels so nice, what’s your name.” Elenore’s said through the speaker.

Her familiar voice twisted his stomach. Daddy? It made him sick. Ted stayed silent as he pushed a finger into her. The urge to tear at her insides made his hands twitch, and yet, he wanted to have her again.

As he stepped forward unzipping his pants. his cock sprung out, maybe 5 inches of unkept, dirty flesh.

“Strong silent type, I like that,” she cooed, as he rubbed his prick along her lips.

Elenore couldn’t see his face, but could see his small, unimpressive cock. She rolled her eyes, would she even feel him? She watched through the screen as he very easily pushed inside her. On the other side Ted found a familiar warmth inviting him back. God she felt amazing. She always had this heat between her legs. His sultry Elenore. Closing his eyes he imagined all the time’s he’d fucked her like this on the edge of their bed. Not fucking her hole through a wall, but laying together. As his fingers clutched at her thighs, he thrust into her. A cunt exposed for him to use. Only a few pumps before he couldn’t manage, dumping his seed inside of her.

Ted looked down as he pulled out, watching his mess drooling out of her. The reality of this place coming back quickly. A man next to him grunting and thrusting into some other set of holes. Behind him someone waiting for his girl.

“God that was so good,” Elenore said flatly though the speaker, “leave me a little something if you had a good time too.”

On the wall next to her a bright sign lit up, a coin slot, taking credits. As he looked down at her cunt lips, he felt his anger rushing back. A real whore. That’s what his girlfriend had become.

“Are you done buddy, this one is real fucking nice?” the man behind him in line laughed.

“You can have the fucking whore,” Ted said through gritted teeth stepping out of the way.

His blood boiled as he looked around the room. It was starting to fill up. Lots of guys standing around each booth. Each set of holes. The man taking his place now grunting between Elenore’s legs. As he drank his beer it splashed from his lips onto her thighs as he drove into her.

Looking to the back of the room, Ted saw a door. He counted the booths between it and Elenore.

“Hey man, I think that guy is putting his cigarette out in that girls asshole,” Ted lied to the guard, pointing across the room.

The muscled man in a Rocket Red vest jumped to his feet, pushing Ted aside as he investigated. Just enough time for Ted to slip through the door.

“Oh gawd daddy you’re going to make me cum.” Elenore said, holding down the button.

The speakers in her booth blared with the sounds of desperation. She could feel his hips mashing into her, and through the monitor watch as he grinded his cock into her ass. She didn’t really like anal, but once she was in the booth, men did wherever they wanted. Plus it usually meant good a tip. Letting out another fake moan, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It felt like a somewhat busy night, enough to collect a few hundred dollars. Enough to take the weekend off.

As she reached out to press the microphone button again, her curtain opened.

“Ted!?” Elenore blurted out.

Reaching down, he pushed the screen and the remote aside, jumping down on top of her.

“How could you fucking do this to me, you disgusting whore. You bitch.”

Her eyes went wide as he wrapped his hands around her throat. Frantically, she tried to reach for the remote, the alert button, but just past Ted it was out of reach. He pushed down with all of his weight, pinning her neck to the bench as she felt her windpipe crushing closed, blood vessels in her eyes popping.

“I fucking hate you. How dare you. I know you work her just to get back at me you stupid fucking cunt.”

Spittle flew with each raging insult. Elenore’s tried to kick back against the wall, anything to shake him off her. She was trapped though. Hips trapped and locked in place.

“Oh fuck bitch, are you cumming?” the man on the other side questioned as she tensed and squirmed. Still fucking her up the ass, he groaned as her body shook and feet twisted wildly, “Yea you fucking love that cock don’t you bitch.”

His grunting grew louder as he pushed against her. The life in her eyes slowly fading. Arms falling to her sides as Ted crushed down completely on her neck. Elenore’s body finally going limp. The only movement from her now was the rhythmic thumping against her hips through the wall. An eventually grunt and groan.

“Fuck that was good,” the speakers blared.

Two credits slide down into a slot on the wall. Ted, looking down at his dead ex-girlfriend, suddenly realized the result of his rage.

“Elenore?” he questioned, smacking her face.

He jaw hung open, slack and loose. Her eyes open and wide, bulged, looking up at him.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Panicked, Ted fell back out of the booth. Quickly he slid along the wall towards a tiny red exit sign. Quickly he pushed the bar, running into the parking lot. Surprised, the door man on the other side calling out after him.

“Who da fuck are you?”

Ted scrambled to his car, flying out of the lot, down the long road, escaping as fast as he could.

“Mr. Rocket, we’ve got a little problem.”

“Problem?”

Roman stared at his assistant from over his desk. Behind her Frank, dragging in a girl he didn’t recognize.

“What did she OD?”

“No Sir, It looks like she was choked to death on the line.”

“On the line? How the fuck did that happen, Jesus Christ. Do we have video? That might sell.”

Roman stood, walking over to look at the girl. His assistant shook her head.

“No Sir, you said you didn’t want any camera’s back there. Sir. He only know it happened because Mark saw a guy run out of the back door. He looked in to make sure everything was ok and found this. We’re not sure how many customers fucked her after she was dead. We waited for the on in line to finish, but then closed her booth-”

“Closed her booth? Absolutely not. Get another little slut in there immediately. That’s our cash cow. You get down there and work if you have to,” he ordered, looking at his assistant, “Jesus fucking Christ. Ok, Frank, just put her on the desk there. We can take her body out when it slows down in the morning and dump her in the usual spot. For fucks sake.”

Looking down, he noticed the cum dripping out of Elenore’s body onto his office rug.

“Frank Jesus, just put her on the desk, and go get that blonde bitch to come in here and clean this up” he barked.

Frank tossed Elenore’s limp body onto the small desk. Her legs splayed open, arms dangling, eyes still wide.

“I should say, I think this is Bess’ daughter boss,” Frank added before leaving.

“Who the fuck is Bess?”

From the doorway, a familiar blonde slipped in, closing the doors.

“Get a rag, cumdump, clean this up,” Roman said, pointing with his shined shoe at the cum stain on his carpet.

Still naked, the girl pulled a towel from the wetbar and soaked it. Her chest swaying with each step.

“Uhh, dumb cunt,” Roman chuckled, “Those are Rocket Red cashmere terry towels, absolutely not. They are worth more than you are.”

As he spoke, a sinister grin came over him.

“Get on your knees and lick it up.” he commanded.

The blonde girl looked at Roman, frozen for a second. Her eyes then darted to the dead body on the table, and the cum leaking between her legs.

“Did you hear me cunt?” Roman pressed, almost growling at her.

“Yes Sir.” answered nervously.

She slowly moved to where his foot pointed on the floor. Dropping to her knees, she lowered her tongue. The cum had soaked into the plush rug just slightly. Her pink tongue delicately lapping at the mess before her lips sucked, pulling as much as she could from the spot.

Delighted, Roman rubbed the tip of his shoe against her cunt, soft pink lips mashed by Italian leather.

“That’s it, you are one of the good ones aren’t you. Dumb and obedient.”

As he watched her with a grin, he suddenly had a very twisted idea. Walking back to his desk, he reached in the drawer and pulled out a full band of bills. His cock had already started to grow as he moved towards Elenore. Flashing the cash, he reached down to spread her lifeless cunt open.

“Here too, whore.” he said, his grin turning into a devilish smile.

The blonde girl looked up from the carpet with mild confusion. First at him, then at the mess between Elenore’s legs.

“She’s fucking dead yea?”

“That’s right bitch, and you’re going to clean out her nasty twat.” he laughed, shaking the stack of cash.

Looking uneasily at the corpse, but also at the cash in his hand, she crawled on her knees to the edge of the desk. Elenore’s thighs were already draining color, pale and clammy. Taking a deep breath, her head slipped between her legs, blonde hair covering her face, as she started tonging.

Roman watched in near disbelief. What these fucking cunts won’t do for money! His fingers quickly slid through her golden hair as he encouraged her.

“That’s it you nasty bitch. Eat that sloppy dead cunt. Is it cold yet, you fucking whore. I’m going to pay you fucking good for this. I wonder how many men down there fucked her after she was dead.”

Roman’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants as he listened to the sound of her tongue pushing it’s way into Elenore’s corpse. Licking his lips, he pulled his prick over his waistband, feeing the swollen, thick mass, letting it dangle above them.

“Don’t forget her asshole too, bitch”

As Roman watched, he lifted the dead girl’s thigh. His fingers leaving indents wherever they gripped. He couldn’t help but run his hand along her pale skin, and along her bluish lips. As the obedient blonde moved her tongue lower, Roman slid his other hand along her dead slit. Wet, coated in drool, but also cold and lifeless. So unlike anything he’d felt before. He moved his fingers along her chest, groping her tits, running her finger over her fresh tattoo. His mark on all the girls he owned. The more he examined her, the harder it was to resist.

“Move bitch,” he said finally, almost knocking the blonde girl over.

Grabbing Elenore’s thighs, he pulled her lifeless body close, rubbing the head of his thick cock against her hole. He was surprised at how challenging it was to steady himself against her dead weight.

“Go and grab her head bitch, I want to see her eyes while I use her.” he told the blonde.

Confused, she still moved to grab Elenore’s head, gripping the thick brown hair and propping it up. Turning the dead, unblinking eyes to face him. Digging his fingers into limp thighs, Roman pushed himself inside her, hungry to feel every bit. Something about her body was irresistible, like all those unconscious sluts he’d fucked in college. Still this was different, it felt different. Sliding all the way in, impaling the corpse easily, it was strange, and, yet still very inviting. Her cunt opened easily, stretching to fit all of his giant cock. No hot juices, no warmth at all or squeezing grip. Just slick and snug. Hungrily he rocked his hips, dead cunt enveloping every inch of him.

“Fuck,” he managed, groaning as he held her hips, leveraging himself deeper and faster.

The body bounced with each thrust. Pale, lifeless, and limp as he fucked it. Reaching forward he couldn’t resist squeezing it’s tits, almost climbing on top, forcing more of his cock into the corpse of Elenore. Raping it. Each thrust taking absolute ownership of his property. It was too much. He quickly felt his cock twitching, pumping thick hot cum into the cold lifeless hole. Looking up, he caught the gaze of wide, bulging eyes. Full of surprise. Even as a corpse it was an eager cum dump, he thought. The blonde girl equally stunned, quietly watching.

“That’s it you little bitch, still useful” he groaned under his breath, letting the legs dangle open again.

Pulling out, he snapped his fingers. The blonde girl, watching in shock, jumped back to life, knowing exactly what he meant. Dropping the head with a thud, she slid around the table and back on her knees, eagerly sucking and cleaning the dribble of cum from his tip and the rest from his shaft.

“Clean the dead cunt again too.” he laughed, pulling his cock from her obedient mouth with a satisfying pop.

With less hesitation this time, the blonde girl used her fingers to spread Elenore’s cunt open completely. Long fingernails digging into delicate folds, stretching it completely, not worried about what pain it might have caused if she was alive. Her tongue eagerly and obediently cleaned Roman’s cum from the corpse’s hole.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice from behind them both stammered.

Roman’s assistant, stared slack jawed, watching in disbelief.

“Ah good you’re back,” Roman mused, turning to face her, “I’m vacating your position. I want you back on the floor tonight. You always made such good tips with that ass of yours.”

Confused and wide eyed, the older woman barely moved, eyes transfixed.

“You’re going to be my assistant now,” Roman declared, smacking the back of the blonde’s head, her mouth still greedily sucking cum out of Elenore’s lifeless cunt.

“Yes Sir,” she managed after a second, wiping her mouth and picking up the stack of $100 bills Roman left on the table. Her face spread into a wide grin as she fanned through the cash.

Smiling, Roman stood once more against the edge of his balcony, looking out at the crowd of mindless men, music blaring and lights flashing as they threw cash at the feet of obedient, dancing sluts. A true temple of debauchery, all things for carnal pleasure, even lifeless flesh.