Vanessa's Dissonance Ch. 20

"Fucking tell them who you really are!" Tucker insisted.

"I... I'm Vanessa Laren. I've been working as a secretary for Stanton, Erickson and Partners." Vanessa hesitantly began her self-exposure.

"I have a special function at SEP." she continued. "I started as the motivational whore. Every time a partner closed a deal, he got my service as a reward. He could fuck me any way he wanted."

"I knew that slut is too hot to be a simple secretary!" Ramirez commented this revelation. "You better totally rock as a cocksucker!"

"Nowadays, I'm SEP's bonus whore." Vanessa timidly carried on telling her story. "I work as the deal-sweetener. Every time SEP signs new clients, my service is offered as a signing bonus. They can bang me and have it taped."

With a shudder, the flame-haired beauty remembered the recent information she had overheard during the celebration in the library. She was less than thrilled about the fact that several videos existed that showed her fucking strangers.

"Woohoo!" McKenzie hollered in response. "The slut is a real amateur pornstar!"

"I also work a night job for one of SEP's clients." Vanessa had to swallow when she tackled the juicy parts of her story. "I'm the 'Red Rose Whore' in the 'Red Rose Club'."

"Woah! I heard about that 'Red Rose Whore'." Ramirez shouted out in surprise. "She's supposed to be the most perverted hooker in town."

Vanessa's reaction to the Latino's comment was mixed. A shudder of embarrassment rushed down her spine while a wave of pride surged up her back.

"I don't buy that!" McKenzie remained unconvinced. "How can a cheap, trashy hooker be a member of the country club?"

"Show them your whore marks!" Tucker urged before Vanessa had a chance to reply.

It seemed more than ridiculous to the redhead that she had to prove that she was a whore. With a shameful expression on her face, she opened the zipper of her white gown. Then she pushed the white panel to the side. She revealed her whore tattoos garnering her front. The two scumbags whistled in approval when they figured out the meaning of the tattoos.

"That 'Trailer Trash Whore' flame ring is one trashy whore mark!" Ramirez mocked the ginger slut.

"Nah, that 'Property of Pavone' stamp is far more skanky." McKenzie disagreed. "That one reveals that she's nothing but an owned fuckwhore."

Vanessa shivered from the way they were talking about her. Only minutes ago, she was a posh, arrogant lady for them. Now, they regarded her as nothing more than a marked sex object.

"Tucker knows that I'm a hooker." Vanessa meekly admitted hanging her head in shame. She even called herself hooker by now. "So he owns my fuckholes in the club."

"What's your real name, bitch?" Tucker called for her to degrade herself even further.

"I'm 'Queeny Ho'." the redhead feebly replied while she turned around and showed her tramp stamp to the staff members.

"Tztztz! That's your name in the strip club." the brute security guard chided her. "What's your real name?"

"I'm... I'm...," there was no way around saying the dreaded moniker.

"I'm 'Queeny -- the dirty dogslut'!" she finally blurted out.

The two staff members erupted in hollers and cheers while Vanessa wished she could sink into the floor.

"Time to show them your dogbitch-uniform!" Tucker snarled when his co-workers had slowly calmed down.

With a quick step, he stood next to Vanessa. He grabbed the gown and ripped it off her right shoulder. As a result, the ginger slut was completely naked except for her pussy rings, tramp stamps and heel sandals. Finally, Ramirez and McKenzie got a chance to ogle her assets in all their glory. The burly, brute security guard grabbed her neck and pushed her down so that she kneeled on the slippery, wet tiles.

A moment later, he was parading her on all fours in front of his sleazy co-workers while the plastic fly flap stuck out of her ass and her tongue hung out of her yapper. She was panting and wagging her tail with her face crimson in shame.

While Vanessa got walked around the locker room, someone knocked on the door. Instantly, fear crept into her bones. The worry of getting caught in such an indecent situation by a party guest was still heavily looming above her head.

"Ah! That must be Griffin!" Tucker stated. Obviously, there were some more staff members eager to join the 'Gangbangers' Ball'.

"C'mon dogslut!" the burly security guard ordered Vanessa. "Let's show them what a well-trained dog you are. Give me your panties!"

The stunning redhead crawled over to her purse and took out her lace thong. After she had handed the panties over to Tucker, he led her to the door. There, he hung the thong over the door handle.

"Be a good doggie!" he instructed the ginger slut. "Fetch the panties! Open the door with your trap!"

Vanessa winced from the degradation. Tucker definitely knew how to make her feel like a low fuckpet. She opened her mouth and fetched the thong. She had to pull the handle down with her precious panties to open the door.

"Yeah dogslut! Growl for us!" Tucker commanded.

"GrrrGrrrGrrr"

The smoking hot redhead had to growl while forcefully pulling and tugging on the waistband of her panties with her mouth. The guys were going mad with joy watching the ginger slut act like a growling dog that had gotten his teeth into a bone and won't let go. Their amusement only increased Vanessa's humiliation.

The flame-haired knockout had to crawl back a few steps and move her head to pull the handle down. The more she pushed, the more the waistband slid off the handle.

SPLAT

Vanessa had pulled too firmly and the thong tore off the handle. The panties snapped back and hit the redhead squarely in the face. The ginger slut whimpered from the sudden, unexpected slap while the guys howled with laughter. The dogslut in her dogbitch-uniform getting slapped in the face by her panties looked more than stupid. The flame-haired beauty almost cried from embarrassment. She barely felt any pain from the soft thong. But the sting of humiliation was far worse.

"Stupid doggie!" Tucker scolded her.

He didn't let his dogslut off the hook so easily. He hung the panties back over the door handle and made Vanessa work on her task again. Once more, she had to fetch her thong with her teeth and pull on the waistband. This time, she was more careful and slowly pressed the handle down. Finally, the door opened and Vanessa got to see Griffin.

He was the black security guard that had broken up the catfight. And at his side stood a slender beauty with a runway model body and gorgeous face!

It was Megan!

Vanessa was too stunned to react at all. She had no clue what the raven-haired bitch was doing in the changing room. Neither did she understand why the black security guard clasped her arms behind her back and held her in a tight grip. In contrast to the redhead, the working stiffs were beside themselves.

"This is getting better and better!" Ramirez shouted. "Think I've died and gone to heaven!"

"This is gonna be the best 'Gangbanger's Ball' ever!" McKenzie hollered. "That escort we fucked down here during the last ball was hot. But these two sluts are the bombs!"

"That video's gonna be legendary!" Ramirez added.

Only then, Vanessa realized the full extent of the situation she had slid into. The guys seemed to stag these 'Gangbanger's Balls' regularly during official club events. And according to their comments, they even taped these stag parties. The flame-haired knockout looked around the locker room. She detected a video cam in one corner. An old TV set with a VCR hung in another corner. Vanessa cringed when she realized that her self-exposure had been recorded.

Right now, something else absorbed the redhead's attention though. Megan hadn't flinched a bit when the black janitor had called her a slut. Why did the raven minx allow them to treat her like that? Something was going on.

Vanessa looked more closely at the black security guard who led Megan into the locker room. He was the complete opposite to Tucker in a physical way. He was tall with a muscular physique and bald head.

"Slut#2 should introduce herself as well!" Tucker suggested.

Vanessa's mouth gaped open in astonishment when she saw that Megan didn't object at all to this degrading name-calling.

"I'm Megan Salpa." The raven minx instantly began her introduction. "I've been a glamour model and reality star some time ago. When my career cooled off, I came into town to bag a rich bachelor."

"Hehehe!" McKenzie smirked. "That's why we call you 'Miss Gold Digger'!"

"'Miss Gold Digger' and 'Miss Arrogance' in the same place!" Ramirez added with jeer. "Can it get any better?"

"I met Griffin when I dated a professional basketball player." she continued her story. "He worked as his bodyguard back then. He knows how I slutted my way onto the front pages of the yellow press. So I needed his secrecy to get into the country club."

Vanessa was just as puzzled by this revelation as the other guys. She had never pictured Megan as anything else than a haughty, snobby gossip girl. But obviously, she was a fame-hungry attention whore on the hunt for rich men to pay for her lavish lifestyle. She knew that the club members weren't too fond of any wannabe celebusluts invading their exclusive club. So apparently, she was just as much at Griffin's mercy as Vanessa was at Tucker's.

"Show them what you really are?" Griffin ordered his slut. Evidently, the security guards had a thing for degrading monikers.

Megan obeyed and turned around. She presented her round, curvy butt to the sleazy working stiffs. Then she pulled the back panel of her scarlet dress up and exposed her naked ass. To everybody's surprise, she showed off a butt plug stuffed up her asshole. It wasn't an ordinary plug though. It was a pony tail plug with a 14" long nylon tail hanging down her legs.

"I'm 'Missy -- the skanky club pony'!" she commented the raunchy butt plug.

Megan had walked around the exclusive, decadent ball with a ponytail plug up her ass! What a perverted act! The raven stunner wasn't just a rival to the country club throne for Vanessa. She also challenged the flame-haired knockout in her sluttiness!

This revelation totally changed Vanessa's impression of her rival. Her mind flashed back to the first week as the 'Red Rose Whore'. Back then, she had angered Pavone, and he had turned her into the 'Red Rose Fuckpony'. He had forced her to wear a similar ponytail buttplug. She had hated getting mistreated like that. Obviously, this kind of degrading pet play was an evergreen among these dominant sleazebags. For a moment, Vanessa wondered which role was more humiliating -- dogslut or fuckpony. In any case, both didn't appear invitingly at all.

During the shocking revelation of the skanky club pony, Vanessa totally forgot that she was still kneeling on all fours and panting noisily. There was so much unexpected information to process. Megan's self-disclosure put their rivalry into a whole new light. They both had some slutty secrets, and now, the country club staff knew about it. The working stiffs knew that both women were no high-class socialites but cheap, rotten fucksluts instead.

They were back to square one in their fight over the country club crown. Now that Vanessa knew about 'Missy -- the skanky club pony', Megan's knowledge about the redhead's inappropriate behaviour in the library carried no more weight. The raven minx didn't have any leverage anymore. She couldn't endanger the ginger slut's status in the country club any longer. Their situation had been completely reset.

While the flame-haired knockout processed all the new information, Griffin stripped Megan off her dress. For the first time, Vanessa saw her black-haired rival in all her naked glory. She had to admit that her looks were breathtaking. The combination of jet-black, wavy hair and electric, deep blue eyes was as exotic as stunning. She had a slender, fit killer body and a spectacular pair of perfectly teardrop-shaped, natural tits. She was definitely model material although her fantastic fleshorbs made her look more like a glamour than a runway model.

Griffin pushed the raven-haired Miss Gold Digger onto all fours and positioned her next to the flame-haired Miss Arrogance. In the meantime, Tucker opened a locker and grabbed two leather collars. Each one had a leash attached to it. A moment later, each security guard was standing next to his kneeling slut holding her on a leash. They looked like proud fuckpet owners.

"Look at that!" Ramirez sneered. "Missy and Queeny, a dogslut and a club pony side by side."

"And one tail is cuter than the other!" McKenzie mocked Vanessa's plastic fly flap and Megan's nylon ponytail buttplug.

All guys laughed while they gawked at the two kneeling women. Vanessa felt utterly degraded. It was horrible to be treated like a low pet by Tucker in the security booth. But getting paraded as nothing more than a panting dogslut in front of these sleazy staff members was much more cringe-worthy.

"Time to stuff the bitches' free holes!" Ramirez impatiently suggested.

"Not so fast, pal!" Tucker stopped the greenkeeper in his tracks.

"D'you remember that ridiculous fight over the queen bee crown these sluts got going on lately?" he asked his buddies.

"Gosh, that was a pain in the ass!" all three shot back.

"Seems like these fuckpets love to compete!" Tucker sneered.

"Let's make it a competition then!" he suggested. "The winner is crowned the queen!"

The two glamour bitches looked at each other. Their expressions clearly mirrored each other. They both interpreted Tucker's plan in the same way. The pet that won the competition and became queen slut of the 'Gangbanger's Ball' got the staff's support as queen bee of the country club.

Simultaneously, a competitive glimmer appeared in their eyes. The sparkle in Vanessa's green eyes rivalled the glimmer in Megan's electric blue eyes. This was the redhead's chance to cement her status as queen bee once and for all. Equally, this was the raven stunner's opportunity to conquer the throne of the country club.

The slut-race was on!

The four working stiffs were just as fired up as the glamour bitches. They were quick to put the plan into motion. Griffin pulled his truncheon from his waistband.

"Let's see which pet cums faster." he introduced the first round.

The two security guards positioned their kneeling fuckpets ass-to-ass. Griffin placed his baton between their butts in a way that each end was right in front of the respective pussy. They pulled each leash through the sluts' legs and tied them together right in the middle between their bottoms. The leashes were tied up so tightly that the truncheon got pushed up a few inches into each cunt and remained stuck in place. The two glamour bitches couldn't move away from each other. They were kept in a position with their faces on the tiles, their butts in the air, and the thick club up their pussies.

"Aaand go!" Tucker signalled the start of the race.

Instantly, Vanessa felt how Megan pushed her bottom back to engulf the stick with her cunt. From the get-go, the raven stunner started riding the club with enthusiasm. She was dead set on winning the slut-race to become the next queen bee. Vanessa couldn't let this happen. She wouldn't let that bitch outshine her -- neither as the queen bee nor as the queen slut.

For the moment, she didn't care that the four sleazy staff members were watching the women degrade themselves for their amusement. There was too much at stakes. A few moments ago, the club crown had seemed lost forever. Now, she had a chance to gain the staff's support and sweep Megan out of the way forever. So she eagerly pushed her butt back.

"Ooohhh!" Vanessa groaned out loud.

The big stick stretched her small, sensitive pussy wide. The two fuckpets began to hump the truncheon from both sides. They alternately drove the thick club deep down each other's cunt.

"OoohhhAaahhhOoohhhAaahhh"

They groaned in unison while they plunged the stick deeper and deeper down their pussies. More and more of the plastic material disappeared down their fuck tunnels. It was an extremely obscene sight of the two smoking hot beauties tied ass-to-ass on the dirty floor. Their ample, full boobs were firmly pressed onto the wet tiles while they rode the baton from both sides with their greedy pussies. However, the most vulgar aspect of the lewd show was their pet tails. The plastic fly flap stuck out of Vanessa's asshole and the nylon ponytail buttplug hung off Megan's ass while the club connected their cunts.

The two rivals picked up speed and began to hump the stick with a rapid pace. A foamy, white cream started to cover the black stick as both sluts coated the truncheon with their pussy slime. By now, Miss Arrogance and Miss Gold Digger competed in the volume of their cries of pleasure.

Vanessa had a hard time keeping up with Megan. She had already cum several times during the 'Monte Carlo Ball' so it took her longer to get going. The raven stunner's moans got more ragged by the second. She was about to cum any moment.

The four sleazy working stiffs enjoyed the humiliating exhibition so much that they started clapping in rhythm with the sluts' humping motions and cheered the glamour bitches on. In contrast to his co-workers, Griffin wasn't satisfied with their effort though.

"And you wanna be some well-trained fuckpets?" he barked at them. "Try harder! Seems like you dumb pets still need to learn what it means to properly entertain us!"

To emphasis his disappointment, he stepped next to Megan and grabbed her hair. Then he simply moved a few feet forward. The raven minx didn't stand a chance to refuse his lead. She stopped riding the thick club and crawled behind Griffin.

The two fuckpets were still tied up tightly. So Megan's forward movement caused Vanessa to feel a sudden, sharp tug on the leash that interrupted her humping. The pull grew stronger and stronger while the black security guard led Megan away.

With a whimper, Vanessa felt her body moving along. The way she was tied up, she didn't stand a chance to resist. As the tiles were slippery and wet from the recent shower, the redhead's body had no hold and got dragged backwards. She was towed along by Megan while the baton was still deeply embedded in her cunt!

Griffin paraded the two tied up sluts in front of the other guys. He used Missy as a cart pony while Queeny was towed along like a pull toy. The flame-haired knockout could do nothing but let the black security guard have his way with her. The redhead's nipples and titmeat felt every rough bump and void on the way. Her soft, ripe melons got scratched by each and every joint. But that was nothing in comparison to the stings of utter debasement.

"Ouh!... Please, stop!... Ouh!... Pleassse, sirrr!" she begged and whimpered in shame.

Griffin didn't listen though. He pulled the two hogtied fuckpets all the way down the wooden bench. Vanessa whined and howled during the whole route. The humiliation of getting used as a plain pull toy was overwhelming.

When they reached the end of the bench, the black security guard turned around and grabbed Vanessa's ginger hair. Then he walked her back the entire way. This time, the fuckpets roles were reversed and Megan got towed along.

"Ouh!... Ooohhh!... Ouh!..." the raven stunner whined and winced as well.

But unlike Vanessa, she gritted her teeth and didn't plead for mercy. For the moment, Megan proved that she was the better trained fuckpet.

"That's how you clean a dirty floor!" Griffin stated when he passed the other staff members. "These dumb fuckpets are only useful as mops!"

"Get back to work, fuckwhores!" he ordered when they had reached their starting point. "Hump that stick! Or you wanna go for another spin as my human mop cart?"