She started to take off her costume. She hated to undress in front of this creep and his leering eyes, but she figured it would distract him and give her a chance to run for the door. She gave him a slight smile as she tossed her red cowboy hat into a chair. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and slowly took down her red net stockings.
Denton grinned and moved closer to watch her. He was now about three feet from the door, but he still blocked her way.
Giving him her sexiest smile, Brenda reached behind herself and unhooked the red-fringed bra-top of her costume. Denton's glittery brown eyes widened in anticipation. Slowly she let the bra drop down over the jutting points of her full breasts.
Her big creamy boobs popped into view, the light brown nipples taut and pointed. The huge globes quivered delicately. Denton was breathing so loud she could hear him, and his dark face flushed in horny appreciation as he gawked at her out sized breasts.
"Oh, man," he said, "you really oughtta reconsider what I said about dancing. I mean, as a topless dancer, you'd make this place famous. With tits that size, we'd have a full house every night."
Brenda shuddered. It repulsed her to think of getting up in front of a leering crowd of men to display her naked, obscenely jiggling tits. Denton's remark gave her an idea, though. There might be another way to distract him from the door.
"Well, I'm not the greatest dancer in the world," she said modestly. "Just what did you have in mind?"
"Oh, you wouldn't have to be a good dancer," Denton said, chuckling, "not with tits like that. You'd just move your body around a little to some music. Here, I'll show you what I had in mind." He crossed quickly to his desk and switched on a radio. Rock music filled the room. "Just move around to that," he said.
Brenda obeyed. She swayed and undulated her body to the music, making sure her breasts moved as much as possible. The big melon-shaped tits swayed, bounced, and jiggled. Denton leaned against his desk watching her, his eyes glued to her lewdly dancing tits. He was plainly delighted and fascinated.
"Yeah, yeah," he said, "you're a natural…"
Brenda grinned at him. As she went on dancing, she moved, slowly but steadily toward the door.
"Yeah," Denton said, "perfect. See, you wouldn't really have to dance. You got the idea already – just move your tits a lot. The customers'll be watching that. They won't even notice the music."
Brenda smiled sweetly and reached behind her and touched the doorknob. She twisted it. The door was locked. Panic-stricken, she whirled it open.
"You lousy CUNT!" snarled Denton.
He sprang across the room and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away from the door. Before she could regain her balance, he pushed her to the floor.
"All right," he said angrily, "let's quit kidding around. You want out of here, and I wanta get laid. It's that simple. Take off those panties and give me a quick fuck – then you can go home."
Brenda glared at him. Her body belonged to Hal exclusively, and she wasn't going to let this creep touch her.
"I'm through playing games, too," she said. "Id rather ball a snake. Let me out of here, or the police are going to hear about this."
Denton slapped her hard across the face. Brenda fell back, stunned, and he was beside her, ripping off the skimpy red panties of her costume. He rolled her roughly onto her back and jerked her legs open.
She was still dizzy from the blow and couldn't seem to coordinate her movements. She lay there with her legs spread, her bright scarlet slit exposed to his hungry eyes. Denton was rapidly unzipping his fly. She saw him bring out a stiff, dull-red cock.
"Women don't say no to me," he said harshly.
He dropped to his knees, between her legs, and started to let himself down on her. Brenda recovered enough to scream and roll to the side. Denton cursed and wrestled her back into position beneath him. He dropped heavily onto her, and she felt the hard burning line of his erect prick against her soft belly.
"Noooooo," she said, "please, let me go…"
"I will," he said, panting, "as soon as I ball you. Now hold still, dammit. All I want is a quick fuck. You're no Goddamn virgin. It ain't gonna hurt."
He didn't understand. He was soiling her, tainting her, for Hal. She didn't want to go home to her husband with another man's cum in her belly. She wept and fought, pushing at his shoulders, trying to scratch his face with her long painted nails.
"Fuckin' bitch," Denton said.
He seized her arms and pinned them at her sides. He was cruelly strong. Brenda whimpered and tried to roll out from under him, but he was too heavy. He managed to get his swollen hot dick between her legs, and she felt it poking painfully in the tender tissues of her pussy, blindly seeking her cunt.