It had been a particularly good night at the Peach Pit After Dark Club. Valerie Malone was more than pleased as she tossed the wad of cash into the safe. A few more nights like this and the place might actually start turning a profit. She smiled a broad smile as the safe slammed shut. The night’s take was especially satisfying since all of the snobby Beverly Hills girls were there to see how well she was doing. Donna Martin, Kelly Taylor, Claire Arnold, Andrea Zuckerman-Vasquez and even Brenda Walsh, fresh off the plane from London, were on hand to see. Val had every reason to feel proud of herself.
As the girls sat at the bar, Val pulled a handful of beers from the cooler and passed them around. “Here’s to good friends and prosperity forever.” She said, rasing her bottle. Only Donna hesitated before opening her beer and joining the others in their toast.
Val was a bit upset when Brenda’s stories of England began to dominate the attention. It had been a hard road to acceptance for Val, and now this snotty bitch was back and taking her spotlight. Well into her third beer, Valerie began to wish painful torture and death on Brenda Walsh.
Donna was checking her watch, wondering when they would be leaving, when the girls were startled by a loud crashing sound. Looking up, they saw that the back door had been kicked in. One by one, a group of young gang members filed out of the dark alley and into the club. In moments, two dozen or so tough looking young men stood in the doorway to the club. They looked like serious trouble and each of the girls gave a gasp of fright.
Val, who felt her territory violated, was the first to regain her composure. She stood up and took a step towards them, assuming a stance much like Batgirl might, her legs astride and her fists on her curvaceous hips. “What the Hell do you think you’re doing in my club?” She asked defiantly.
None of the men responded, but they continued to advance on the girls. Val was determined not to back down. “If you don’t get out right now, I am calling the police.” She said, her voice wavering slightly.
One of the youths took a step forward. The others looked to him as if he were their leader. He was a tall, rough looking white male, in his mid twenties with short black hair and ruthless look about him. “I don’t think you want to do that.” He replied. The rest of his gang, all mixed races and equally tough looking, moved in tightly around their leader.
Val still was in no mood to back down. “Donna.” She said calmly. “Call 911.”
The leader simply raised his left hand slowly. Without a word, three of his gang rushed to the phone, beating Donna to it. They tore it from the wall, smashing it on the ground. “Kind of tough to call with no phone bitch.” The leader snarled.
Val felt her knees shaking with fear now. “Listen.” She said, trying not to whimper. “If you just leave now, we won’t tell the cops. Just go now please.”
“Nice place you have here.” Replied the leader. “Be a damn shame to have to mess it up.”
“What do you want?” Cried a frightened Donna, drawing an angry stare from Val.
“All we want,” Growled the leader. “Is the money from tonight. You were pretty busy here and there ought to be enough cash in the safe to make it worth our while to just leave you alone.”
Val stood silently, staring at him for a long while. “What are you doing?” Mumbled Claire. “Give them the money and let’s get this over with.”
“Shut up.” Spat Val. Tonight had been her best night in business. The money was hers, she had earned it. No way she was just going to let these punks take it away.
“You better listen to your pretty little friend there sweets.” The leader said, opening his jacket to reveal the butt of a handgun. “We know you’ve got plenty of cash. Give it to us and we might just leave peacefully.”
If there was one thing Val hated more than being bossed around, it was losing money. She knew that giving them the money was the sane thing to do, but at that moment, Val was not thinking rationally. Her head spun with fear and anger as she felt herself turn towards the safe. Another five seconds and the decision would have been made, but the leader broke first. Reaching out quickly, he grabbed Brenda by the hair, pulling her close, holding his gun to her head. “Maybe you’ll change your mind now.” He said. “Before I have to blow your friend’s brains all over your club.”
Val actually had to fight back her desire to laugh out loud. Not five minutes ago, she was wishing a torturous death on Brenda and now this thug was using threats on her life as a threat to Val. Still, she was a bit surprised at the tingle she felt at the sight of the Queen Bitch, Brenda Walsh with a gun to her head. Her nipples tightened beneath her blouse. It was the most perverse pleasure she had ever felt.
“Val?” Kelly’s pleading, questioning voice brought Val out of her trance. Unable to think straight, she responded with the first thing that came to her mind. “Fuck you.” Her words were once again confident.
Something snapped inside of the leader’s head. He could not afford to blow this. The money was too important. This stupid bitch was actually standing up to him. This was not supposed to happen. He could kill any of them right then and there, but she didn’t seem to care. There was no way he was going to murder anyone, but she couldn’t have known that. Or was she able to see through his bluff? At a standstill and with his men watching, Rocco made another decision. He didn’t want to kill anyone, but he had to get his hands on that money. If death didn’t scare this bitch, then he knew what would. He had Brenda by the neck in a choke hold with one arm while keeping his gun to her head with the other. Smiling at Val, he let one hand slip from Brenda’s shoulder and gave her left breast a squeeze. When she squealed and tried to get loose, he jabbed the gun into her temple. “Don’t you fucking move.” He said menacingly.
Everyone shuffled nervously as Rocco man handled Brenda through her blouse. He smiled up at Val. “Maybe, we should have a little fun with a few of your rich friends. Hell, I think we deserve a little prime Beverly Hills pussy.” He moved his hand up to Brenda’s collar and ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room and bringing a reaction from everyone in the room.
The girls all gasped in fear, Donna felt as if she might faint. The gang members laughed lustily as Brenda’s smallish, firm tits came into view.
“No bra?” Rocco questioned. “Planning on getting some later you rich slut?” He teased. “Well, I think me and the boys here can accommodate you. In fact, there might be just enough of you here for all of us to get some good fucking and sucking.”
Kelly acted first, bolting towards the door to try and get help. Three tough looking young men blocked the door and grabbed her. Rocco smiled. He would have to put a stop to this sort of foolishness right away. “Get that cunt over here now.” He shouted.
Rocco tossed Brenda aside, leaving her quivering in a pile on the floor, her blouse torn open. Kelly was dragged over, most of the fight scared out of her, to where Rocco stood. “Now, this is a fine rich slut.” He raised his gun to her face, then turned to Val. “We’re gonna play a little game here. I am going to give blondie here some orders. She’ll to as I say, no matter what I say, until you open the safe.” Turning back to Kelly, he smiled. “If you don’t do everything I tell you to, your friend here will have one Hell of a clean up job.” He paused a moment then smiled again. “In fact, line up all of these cunts over here.”
In spite of some struggling, the girls were soon lined up before Rocco. All five of them, Kelly, Brenda, Donna, Andrea and Claire stood before the leader, with only Val left out. “Last chance.” He said to Val. “Open it or I’ll start having some real fun with your cunt friends.”
Val straightened up defiantly. “OK, let’s begin.” Rocco mumbled. “Tops off.” None of the girls made a move. Rocco cocked his gun. NOW!” Reluctantly, the girls began to work their tops off. Kelly standing closest to Rocco, unbuttoned her sheer blouse quickly in spite of her trembling fingers. Shrugging off the expensive blouse, Kelly stood there in her pretty lace bra. There were some approving mumbles about her average sized tits.
Rocco smiled then nodded at her. “That too.: He said flatly.
Kelly shot a look at Val, knowing that some part of the brunette loved the idea of Kelly having to be humiliated like this, but even she knew that Val would stop this before it went too far. Not even a cold hearted bitch like Val would let them all get raped. She removed her bra, showing everyone her firm, B cup breasts. Kelly tried not to let the lustful comments of the men bother her. She had been stared at before and just wanted to get this over with.
Since Brenda’s blouse had been torn open, all she had to do was shrug her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were much like Kelly’s. A bit smaller perhaps with nipples that were a half shade darker and stood out more against her pale skin.
Donna was next, but stood motionless until one of Rocco’s thugs drew his own gun and pointed it at her head. With a tear in her eye, Donna lowered the straps of her tight, black mini dress. Even the other girls turned their eyes towards their friend. Donna had virtually tripled the size of her breasts over the summer and the question of their authenticity had been a prime topic of Beverly Hills gossip. In truth, Donna had treated herself to a very expensive boob job for her eighteenth birthday, but had not told any of her friends. The discovery of her secret surgery was not even a concern for Donna at his point, as her dress lowered, revealing her cosmetically enhanced, perfect 36D breasts. The men lewdly catcalled and whistled. Claire, Brenda and Kelly lowered their eyes, in part for their friend’s embarrassment, but also in part to look down at their own breasts in jealous disbelief.
Andrea noticed the others’ admiring looks at Donna’s silicone breasts and fought back a grin. As she pulled her T shirt over her head and unfastened her bra, she thought, “At least mine are all natural.” Indeed, they were. Although her own impressive size could be directly attributed to her recent pregnancy, Andrea’s fairly small chest had ballooned to an astounding 38DD. Her round, milk filled breasts jutted out proudly in spite of her embarrassment at having so many strange, potentially dangerous men seeing her as only two men had seen her previously.
Feeling more embarrassed than scared after seeing Donna and Andrea’s impressive chests, Claire slipped quickly out of her silk blouse. She wore no bra, as she fully intended on getting good and fucked tonight. Seeing all of the leering men around her, made her think that this was in inevitable fact of life at this point.
As Val looked at her five friends, all topless before these men, she did not feel the sense of fear and urgency that Rocco had been hoping for. In fact, she was feeling the slightest tingle of sexual excitement knowing that the immediate future of all of them rested on her shoulders. How many times had they turned their backs on her? How many times had they looked at her with contempt and disgust? Well, now it was their turn to feel alone and exposed. Val found herself loving that feeling of control and power.
Rocco finally tore his eyes away from the lovely sight of nearly a dozen rich bitch tits and said to Val. “Well, bitch, now that you see how serious I am, are you ready to spare your friends any more embarrassment and give us the money?”
Looking into the eyes of the other girls, Val could see their expressions, ranging from pure contempt to sheer terror. Her motive now a combination of her determination not to give up any of her money and a secret longing to see the Beverly whores get what was coming to them, Val turned to Rocco and grinned. “Read my lips scum bag. Fuck You!”
There was a shocked gasp from the gang members, who were used to getting their way. The girls moaned in protest, not fully understanding Val’s reaction.
“What are you doing Valerie?” Asked Donna desperately.
“She’s getting back at us.” Replied Kelly. “OK Val, I
think you’ve made your point. Now open the safe and let’s get out of this.”
“Kelly, this has nothing to do with any of that. I’m just not going to let these assholes come in here and take my money.” She replied.
“Shut up both of you.” Rocco shouted, turning to Val with an expressions beyond anger. “I’m not fucking with you anymore. Your friends here are going to be stripped down to nothing in about thirty seconds if you don’t cooperate.”
Val simply folded her arms defiantly. “You don’t have the guts or the time to do anything with them.” She challenged.
Without a word, Rocco stepped to Kelly. Take the rest of it off now blondie.” He spat.
Glaring at Val, Kelly undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wore a high cut pair of bikini briefs, barely covering her pussy and showing off her thin thighs. Down the line, Rocco went, ordering each girl to disrobe. Brenda tugged down her tight jeans, Donna’s dress was dropped, Andrea let her loose skirt fall and Claire, removed her shorter than short mini. Now, all five stood in just their shoes and panties. All except Claire, who never wore any panties.
With a look, Rocco ordered one of his thugs to finish the stripping. Brandishing a switch blade, the young man tugged the elastic band of Kelly’s G string and with a flick of his wrist, cut the fabric and pulled off the small garment. She made no attempt to cover herself, standing still and silent staring at Val. Brenda was next, her bikini cut Jockey’s cut away, exposing her clean shaven cunt to everyone. Next came Donna, whose thick, dark bush was a stunning contrast to her bleached blonde hair.
Andrea summoned up all her pride and took down her own panties before the hood could cut them from her. She blushed all over as she felt the eyes checking her up and down, taking in her soft, round figure, still plump from pregnancy. Not all of the hair had grown back yet. In fact, Andrea had found that since her pussy had been shaved bare, Jessie, her husband, had been much more open to giving her the tonguing she so dearly loved.
As the five frightened girls stood, clad in only their shoes, Rocco pulled up a chair. “Sit.” He said to Val. “I want you to have a good view of the festivities.”
Taking her seat and eyeing the five most prominent females in her social circle, Val came to a bit of reality. As much as she wanted to see this self righteous pack of bitches get theirs, Val knew that if she just let it happen, her life in Beverly Hills would be ruined. Thinking quickly, she worked up a few tears. “Please, please don’t hurt my friends. They haven’t done anything to deserve this.”
Rocco smiled, visibly relieved, but there were plenty of disappointed groans from his friends. “All right then, open the fucking safe and maybe we’ll let you all go.”
Wiping away her tears, Val looked up at Rocco. “I-I-I can’t.” She whimpered. “It’s on a time lock and can’t be opened until eight o’clock tomorrow.”
Rocco looked at her curiously. It made sense. A place like this would want all the cash locked away until a courier could get it. But something was wrong. If there was a time lock, why hadn’t she told him that from the start? Why had she, all of a sudden, changed her tune? If she was bluffing, then he was going to have to call it.
“Guess what blondie?” Rocco said, turning to Kelly. “I don’t believe your friend here. I think she thinks I’m too stupid to see through her shit.”
“No.” Said Val. “That’s not it, honest. Please don’t hurt them. Oh please.” Val broke down crying, her face buried in her hands.
Rocco hesitated only a moment before moving into his next phase. “OK boys, since Miss fancy pants here won’t cooperate, let’s get down to some serious business.” He pointed to various gang members as he barked out orders. “Get the two big titted sluts over here. Put the tiny one over there. Leave the other two where they are.”
Soon, the girls were arranged the way Rocco wanted them. He was going to put on a show for Val that would scare her into opening the safe.
Donna and Andrea were standing close to Val as Rocco walked up to them. “First of all.” He said, addressing them as well as Val. “We are going to have a nice big titty show.” They all laughed as he pointed to Andrea and Donna.
Andrea hung her head, avoiding the leering eyes of the young men. Donna tried to cover her silicone enhanced chest. Rocco reached out to take Donna’s hands away and the pretty blonde slapped him across the face. He laughed back at her, raising his gun and pointing it at her. “Sweetie, that’s going to cost you later. Now be a good girl and let my friends see those nice titties.” Seeing no mercy in his eyes, Donna dropped her hands. Both girls winced as Rocco reached his hands up and cupped a breast from each. He chuckled to himself as he fondled the handfuls of flesh. “Not bad.” He said, smiling. Donna began to blush as Rocco’s rough touch made her nipple stiffen involuntarily. He laughed at her. “Nice tits slut, but I prefer the real thing.” Turning to his gang, he called out. “Anyone want to come play with some plastic Barbie doll tits?” In a flash, one of the gang members rushed to Rocco’s side, taking his place and began to roughly handle Donna’s big breasts. Tears filled her eyes as the young thug took pleasure in playing with her firm nipples.
Rocco meanwhile, turned all of his attention to Andrea and her naturally pendulous breasts. “Those fake tits are OK, but I love the big sloppy real ones like you’ve got.” He took one in each hand and began to really squeeze them hard. It was getting late and past time for Hanna’s feeding, so it didn’t take too long for Andrea’s engorged breasts to begin to leak milk. She looked away in shame as Rocco started laughing aloud. “Well fellas, looks like this one is a mama. Guess it’s feeding time eh honey?” He said. “Say mommy, mind if me and the boys have a taste?” Before she could respond, Rocco bent his head down and flicked up the drop of milk from her right nipple.
“Please.” Andrea begged, whispering. “Don’t.” She looked over at Val, pleading with her eyes. Andrea was afraid for her safety, but also fearful that Rocco would continue to suck milk from her breasts. She knew the effect that always had on her.
Taking his cue from Rocco, the other man, Butch, a grungy white man in his late twenties, bent his head and began to assault Donna’s exposed nipples with his mouth. She had thick, rubbery nipples that Butch took great joy in chewing on. Donna bit her lip to fight back tears, but also to hide the little gasps of pleasure she felt at having her sensitive nipples bitten. Although Donna used her nipples extensively in her masturbatory pleasure, no one else had ever played with them.
Meanwhile, Rocco was going to town on Andrea, milking her breasts with his hands as he lapped up the sweet fluid as it shot out into his mouth. Ever since she had begun lactating, Andrea had loved having Jessie suck her swollen tits. It always hot her hot and ready to fuck. But, Jessie had never sucked her with such harsh urgency. What Rocco was doing had Andrea’s pussy hotter than it had ever been in her life. She closed her eyes and tried to stay in control as he drove her half crazy.