I slipped out of room 4 as panic engulfed my mind. Francis couldn't buy out my contract at the club -- it shouldn't work like that. The judge had specifically sentenced me to work here. Bitterly I realized that this sentencing was a bit too convenient for Francis's tastes. Anxiety creeped into me. Dancing out my sentence in this club would be bad enough, but being bought by my old rival would be a nightmare. I was still in shock about how easy my body capitulated to his demands at my trigger phrase. In my mind I tried to force the blame onto the devilish implant buzzing at the base of my skull, but deep down I knew that in that state of arousal I was the one in control.
I danced on the stage erotically four more times, stuffing money into the strings of my underwear. Finally, as I finished my fourth dance Greg motioned for me again. Dread filled me as I realized my nightmare was becoming concrete when I found Francis standing there holding a control tablet in his hands. My ears filled with buzzing as I strutted towards him. Leaning closely, he purred into my ear "Hello Kitten, you're mine now". I could only cringe away from his horrible breath in disgust.
He didn't say anything more as he led me out of the strip club. I saw the other girls look at me enviously, and I knew bitterly I would trade my fate with them in a heartbeat. Francis's silence only continued as we got into his car and drove off. He seemed determined to ignore me, which suited me just fine, blasting his stupid hip hop beats full volume. It wasn't until we got to the city limits that his hand moved from the wheel to my exposed smooth thigh and stayed there. The buzzing filled my ears as I tried to buck the implant but couldn't move as his hand gripped my thigh. His fingers tickled the area of inner thigh gently as he casually drew patterns on my sensitive skin drawing higher and higher.
His eyes didn't glance up from the road as his fingers dipped higher up my short denim pants. I felt his hand move up briefly to undo the button at the top of my pants before returning to its journey up my inner thigh. Closer and closer I felt his fingers dance with the denim shorts loosened he almost had direct access. I felt my traitorous knees spread apart silently as his hand continued his assault. My breath hitched in the back of my throat as his fingers softly grazed the lips of my pussy. The implant at the base of my skull thrummed as it blocked my muscles from moving to slap his hand away. I felt his pinkie carefully tease around my entrance.
I was so concentrated on his teasing; I hadn't noticed as we pulled off into a highway parking lot. I only noticed he had stopped when he had drawn his hand away. Surprised, I looked up to see his smug grin as he said, "I have a lot of things planned Princess Peach".
Panic flooded through me as I recognized my trigger phrase from earlier. A small part of my mind steeled itself to resist the onslaught as those words rang a piercing bell through me. Arousal coursed through my body. I felt my nipples instantly react hardening until they poked visibly against my bralette.
I felt myself studying Francis with attraction in the driver seat. My eyes stripped him down, noting his features as he smirked at me. My eye's dropped to his sweat shorts, and I saw his engorged member straining trapped underneath the fabric. My breathing increased as need flooded through my system. I couldn't stop myself as I flung open my car door and rushed over the hood to open the driver’s side door.
Opening his door, I found he had already pulled his cock from his shorts. A small part of my mind raged at my actions. A larger part fueled by arousal was in control as I flung myself forward and wasted no time stuffing his thick penis into my mouth. Dopamine fired off in my brain as I tasted his sweaty member for the second time today. Hungrily I rubbed my tongue up and down his length covering it in my saliva as I desperately tried to stem the growing need between my thighs. Once his cock was sufficiently coated in my saliva he got out of the car and pushed me against the door.
I whimpered with need as I stood facing towards the cars moving past on the highway. I felt Francis’s strong hand pull my denim shorts down. I could only blush with shame as he eyed my now curvy-full and feminine ass. Pulling my shorts further he exposed the mess between my legs. My panties were absolutely soaked, and I could only whimper as he reached a finger down and gently stroked my pussy through the soaked material.
He wasted no further time teasing me after I stepped out of my shorts, before his cock was inside me. He didn't both to remove my soaking underwear, and just pushed it to the side of my ass before plunging in. I cried out in pleasure, closing my eyes as I felt him stretching my entrance again. Fully in control, I pressed my ass back impaling myself deeper on his cock. I quickly lost myself to the pleasure as I felt him thrust in and out.
Eventually I felt my pleasure peaking, building to a climax, before abruptly breaking and tiding over throughout my system. My knees almost buckled, and I hung against the car door for support as the waves of pleasure washed through me. I felt him pull his dick out, and just as my pleasure was fading, I felt the warmth of his seed as he finished and unloaded himself onto me.
We were both panting as we recovered from the activity. As the pleasure and arousal receded waves of shame and humiliation poured in. I had once again fallen to the implant’s compulsions.
I saw Francis swiftly putting his shorts on ordering me to "cleanup the jizz on your ass before you get back into the car". Lacking any clean cloth, I wiped his spunk off my ass check with my fingers. Still lacking any material to wipe it off my fingers and with a buzzing in my ear I stood there panicking for a moment. Eventually I was forced to suck his spunk off my fingers. The implant buzzed to make sure I would track none of his seed into his nice car.