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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Most jobs have their perks I suppose, whether is free stuff, discounts, insider knowledge or something less obvious. Sometimes the most basic jobs have the best perks - want to know what I mean.....?
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2am, the final customer had left, closely followed by the staff. The cleaners wouldn't be in until 10am. Jim loved the peace & quiet after a busy night. He double checked the door before setting the alarm & wandered upstairs to the office, switching on the computer as he passed on the way to the adjoining kitchen. While it loaded, he grabbed a mug, filling it from the steaming pot of coffee Anna had left for him. The thought of the cute blonde made his cock twitch back to life, Mmmmm, he thought, I really need to fuck her again soon. His hand dropped to the hard ridge bulging in the front of his trousers, giving it a reassuring rub, it was gonna be a long night.
An hour passed quickly, Jim wrote his report for the evenings activities, there wasn't much to report, just 1 guy removed for being d*unk & he'd put him in a taxi home. Peter would be pleased, the club was thriving & had a reputation for being safe. Jim quickly flicked through the security cameras once again, he paused on the empty bar area, a dim glow from the emergency lighting gave the room a ghostly appearance.
Checking the cameras on the upper floor was easy, the cameras only covered the corridors, giving the guests complete privacy in the rooms. The lower floor was less easy to check on camera, the cages meant there were a few blind spots, much easier to check in person. Reaching into the desk drawer, Jim pulled out a large flashlight & headed downstairs to the dungeon area. Not bothering to turn on the lights, he entered the corridor, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, his flashlight banishing the darkness.
What was that? His ears picked up a faint noise, "Hello? Is there someone in here?" His flashlight found no one. But the sound came again. Jim strode further along the corridor, his ears straining to heard the sound, again & again, the sound was getting more frequent. Half way along the corridor, he paused again, the noise seemed closer.
Peering into the darkness, Jim realised he was stood by one of the low cages. Designed for the occupant to kneel inside, they were low & not in a person's natural eye line, so rarely used. This one was covered with a blanket. With the torch shining there, he used his foot to lift the blanket, a shocked gasp leaving his lips. Inside the cage was a girl, a naked kneeling girl, her head covered by a hood, her mouth opened wide by an open mouth gag & her hands bound behind her back.
Dropping to his knees, he checked the girl over the best he could, the cage was padlocked, so he couldn't release her, but she appeared calmer, reassured by his presence. In the beam from the flashlight, Jim discovered the depth of her predicament, the hood & gag were also padlocked in place, her collared neck was chained to a ring on the floor of the cage - someone certainly meant business.
"Can u hear me?" the figure nodded her head as much as the chain would allow, "I need get you out of here, I'm gonna ring a friend to help me. I'll be back soon, OK?"
Jim dashed back upstairs to the main bar area, pulled his phone from his pocket & quickly looked through his contacts, who could help him but also be discreet, if Peter found out about this he'd be in big trouble. But who to call? Who would even answer at 330am? Skip, naturally, he thought, his buddy from his Navy days. He smiled as he rang the number, the smile turning to a huge grin as the phone was answered after just 4 ring, "Fuck Jim, don't you know what time it is?" "Hi Skip, I knew you wouldn't be in bed. I need your help - got a serious issue at the Blue Light Club, get down here ASAP & bring some bolt cutters." "OK mate, I'll be there in 30 mins. But you'll owe me a drink."
Jim was waiting at the door when Skip pulled into the car park, the relief on his face evident to his friend, "So come on, what trouble have you managed to get yourself into?" Jim shook his head in reply, "Let me show you cos you won't believe me if I tell you."
Jim locked the door & passed his friend a flashlight, before leading the way into the club. Skip had visited the club a few times but wasn't a regular visitor, his rugged good looks meant he didn't struggle to find female company but occasionally he'd visit for a bit of kink. The air was still tainted with the smell of sex, Skip instantly hardened, there was something about this club that always excited him.
On reaching the lower floor, Jim indicated to Skip to keep quiet, Skip nodded & followed his friend along the corridor. When Jim stopped, Skip looked puzzled, there was nothing he could see that needed the bolt cutters he carried. Jim pointed the beam of his flashlight at the cage & Skip's eyes followed the beam, he gasped. "What the fuck," he turned to Jim, "Where did she come from?" Jim shrugged, " I'm not sure, I've been scouring the cctv footage, she came on with a guy while I was on my break. I put the guy in a taxi home about midnight cos he was d*unk. I can only assume she's been here all this time."
Jim kneeled down by the cage once more, "My friend is here now, we'll soon have you out." The girl moved her head in acknowledgement, now they just needed to free her. Skip dropped to his knees by his friend & examined the lock. "Shit, this is a monster, I don't think these," he tapped the cutters, "will go through this. Where gonna need a plan B. Let's at least get you a bit more comfortable."
Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, Skip pulled out a mini version of the cutters, reaching through the bars, he cut the chain holding her head in place. The girl made a gutteral sound, lifting her head & easing the stiff muscles. " Does that feel better?" With a nod of her head, the girl indicated that it was & she gingerly shuffled around to face the point where the voices came from. A second cut freed her arms, but they couldn't safely reach the other locks.
"It's gonna take an angle grinder to remove this," Skip patted the huge padlock holding the cage shut, "I think you're gonna have to call Barry." Jim paled at the thought, if there was anyone you couldn't trust with a secret it would be Barry, if he wasn't careful, this would cost the club it's reputation & he would lose his job. "OK, you stay here & I'll go upstairs & call him, there's no phone signal down here. I'll be back soon." Jim galloped up the stairs into the main bar, phone in hand, watching for the sign that he had a signal.
Skip stayed by the cage, chatting aimlessly to the girl to pass the time, his cock bulging uncomfortably against his jeans. The dungeon area was warm & his throat was dry, so leaving the corridor, he collected a bottle of water from the fridge in the nearest room & opened the bottle. The girls head immediately turned to the sound & she mumbled her request to share the drink. "Oh so you're thirsty?" she nodded, "Come over to the bars & I'll share my water, but it will cost you." The girl pressed her face against the bars & Skip carefully trickled the water into her mouth, she sighed then coughed as she chocked slightly on the cool liquid. "Enough?" she nodded, "Good, now it's time for my reward."
Skip released his cock from it's fabric prison, it was so hard it hurt. "Head back against the bars, I've got something for you." His cock slide nicely into her now moistened mouth, straight to the back of her throat making her gag momentarily. She groaned, the vibrations spreading through his cock, Fuck, he thought, he wouldn't last long if she keeps doing that. She must have been enjoying his cock, her head moved along it length without being encouragement, the moans getting louder & her movements more frantic. Tipping his head back, Skip groaned, shooting his creamy load into her eager mouth. "Oi, what the fuck do you think your doing?"
Jim turned the corner in the corridor just in time to see Skip's back tense, as he shot his load. He was fuming, he'd be so lucky not to lose his job over this, "I can't believe what you've just done." Skip tucked his spent cock back into his jeans, "Sorry Jim, just could help myself. Think she wanted it though, I didn't have to force her. Do you want Jim's cock too?" Jim was shocked when she nodded, pressing her face to the bars, waiting for him.
Jim couldn't believe he'd given in to the temptation & had buried his cock in her welcoming mouth but he was so glad he did. Despite her restraints, she sucked his cock with huge enthusiasm, in his brain fucking the faceless hole just flipped him over the edge & he soon deposited a huge load down her throat.
Skip grinned, "She's really keen, I'm hard again," Jim shock his head, "I noticed, I think we've done enough though. Barry said he'll be here about 5am. Just 30 mins more." Skip looked at his watch, 430am, his friend was right, not much longer. The girl, however, had other ideas, she'd come to the club to be fucked & used, she was determined it would happen. Attracting the guys attention, she wriggled around, pushing her rear against the bars. "I think she's made the decision for us, do you want me to fuck you?" The hooded head nodded, her ass wiggled in invitation, Jim shrugged, "Go for it, mate. You have her consent."
Although it wasn't the most comfortable position, Skip managed to bury his condom covered cock deep inside her pussy. She was so wet, her thighs were soaking with her juices, "Wow, she's so tight. Think you ought to try her, she's gonna be addictive." It was lang before Skip launched his 2nd load, the girl shuddering to her own climax on his cock.
"You really need to try her out, Jim. Go on I'm sure she wants more?" The hooded head nodded, "I'll go up & look for Barry while you have fun." Throwing Jim a condom in exchange for his keys, Skip left & headed up to the bar, exiting to the car park to wait for Barry.
Meanwhile Jim had once more give in to temptation & was deep inside the girl, judging by the gyration of her hips & the almost obscene noises, she was enjoying the attention too. Despite it being such a short time, he was soon fighting back the urge to cum, blowing his load safely in the condom as she shuddered around his cock.
Skip stood in the cool morning air, Barry was late again, Typical of the guy, he thought. Skip wondered if there was time for him to have another turn in that amazing tight pussy that was still locked in the cage downstairs. He just started to text Jim as a car pulled into the car park. With a groan, Skip went to greet his friend Barry, but on approaching the car he realised there was a stranger driving it.
Skip strolled over to the car & the driver wound down his window, "Hi, is the manager here?" "No mate, the club is shut. Can I help you?" The driver blushed, "I've got a problem. I think my wife might still be locked in one of the cages downstairs. I was rather d*unk & can't remember getting home & this morning she's not there. I still have the keys." The man held up a set of keys. "It's her first time, I got mad & locked her up when she wouldn't play. Please find her."
Skip fought back a grin, "Give me the keys & I'll check for you. Just wait here & I'll be as quick as I can." The guy reluctantly surrendered the keys & Skip vanished back into the club, locking the door behind him.
Jim checked his watch, 515am, Barry was late as usual. He hear footsteps on the stairs, "Don't worry," he told the girl, "Help is here." Jim stood to greet Barry but found Skip, "Ffs where is he?" Skip held up the keys, "Looks like your lost property just got claimed. Her hubby is outside, better get her cleaned up & returned to him."
A fully dressed redhead climbed the stairs, the 2 guys followed, their eyes watching the sway of her ass, their cocks hardening once more. She paused by the door to the car park, kissed both guys firmly on the lips, "Thanks for rescuing me guys. I'll definitely be back to see you both again."
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