I finally get backstage and share a rare, genuine smile with Steffi. She’s my only friend amid the sea of catty – well, I hate to use the word, but bitches – who compete violently and aggressively for the meager scraps of money we’re handed in return for shaking our asses on that stage.
Steffi gives me a long-suffering smile back as I spit the bills the stack out of my mouth and into my hand. “They’re fucking animals, right?”
I laugh bitterly. “The Toads, the Aurelians, or the humans?”
She wrinkles her nose. “The men.”
She’s right, of course. At the heart of it, the species isn’t the problem. Toad, Aurelian or human – the type of men out there are all the same.
I walk down the hallway and into the back room to take off my make-up, knowing I’ll have to pass by Obbit on the way. I cringe at the thought.
Obbit is a Toad – and short for one of their warty species. Barely six feet of bulky muscle and fat, he’s almost as wide as he is tall, although that’s still plenty big enough to manage the girls at Spur’s joint, and run security for the club. As I approach, I see Jenny – one of the other girls – scurrying away from his office, wiping her mouth as she passes.
I shudder. I know exactly what that poor girl’s wiping from her lips – and the very thought of it makes me want to throw up. No matter how bad things get, I swear to myself that I’ll never stoop that low.
As I approach, I see Obbit rearranging his short loin-cloth – tucking his slimy, warty cock back inside. I cringe. It’s probably still wet with Jenny’s saliva.
Just the sight of Obbit is enough to make me feel queasy. The disgusting Toad chooses to only wear a thin slip of fabric – one that barely hides his genitals – as if he’s proud of his five-hundred-pound, slimy body. He also likes his jewelry – and Obbit’s wristwatch is currently projecting a live hologram of the stage, so he can keep an eagle-eyed watch on us to make sure we’re producing for the club.
I feel the bile rise in my throat. Obbit was probably watching that feed live, even while Jenny was on her knees pleasuring the disgusting creature with her talented mouth…
A few minutes earlier? I was the only one on stage. That means Obbit was watching me while Jenny’s lips and tongues coaxed him to spurt into her mouth. My stomach roiled at the thought. I feel defiled knowing that… It makes me want to vomit.
As I approach, Obbit looks up – cutting the feed from his watch.
“You really cleaned up in there, baby,” he gurgles, those thick lips of his wobbling as he speaks. “I saw the way those businessmen were staring at you.”
Which “businessmen”? From the Rogue Aurelians to the man who’d shoved that money between my teeth, there were all sorts of men who frequented a place like Spur’s and described themselves as “businessmen” – even though I doubted any of their “business” was legitimate.
I shudder again. I fucking hate Toads – although if Obbit was a human, I’d probably hate him just as much. Right now, the disgusting creature is sitting on his moist, high stool – one designed to keep his huge, warty ass wet while he watches over the girls like they are livestock.
Obbit stretches out one of his huge, webbed hands eagerly. I reluctantly drop every credit I just worked my ass off for – literally - into his slimy palm. I’ve learned from bitter experience not to hesitate – and definitely not to hold back any of my earnings. Obbit might look fat and slow, but he can move like lightening when he wants to; and I don’t want to give him any excuse to snatch at me and grab me in his strong grip.
The sick thing is that the customers think we keep the tips. In reality, they all go to Spur. One of the perks of hiring women with no other options is being able to fuck them over – or just fuck them.
I try to pull my hand back, out of Obbit’s reach, before he gets any similar ideas – but I’m just not fast enough.
“Not so fast, dear,” the Toad warbles, as his warty, wet hand tightly grabs my wrist. He pulls me towards him – towards his slick, warty body. As a Toad, Obbit is far stronger than any human – but I know he wants the same thing as those leering men outside.
His beady eyes stare at my lips, and I see his loincloth start tenting out again already.
“You know,” the disgusting creature warbles, “you could keep a hundred credits or so, if you knew what was good for you.” He winks suggestively. “Maybe you should be more like Jenny.”
Jenny, like many of the other desperate women who work at Spur’s, has done unspeakable things to sate the desires of this slimy monster. She’s debased herself to keep just some of her hard-earned tips…
But – as I said – I won’t ever stoop that low.
I purse my lips and don’t respond, just letting my hand hang limply in his slimy grip. I know anything I say will be used against me – so I keep my eyes down and wait, instead.
Finally, Obbit releases my wrist, frustrated at my lack of reaction. I know it makes looks me weak, but I’ve
