Desperate Joy

**Author's note: I'm really sorry I've been so insanely inconsistent with uploading. Writing comes to me in bursts. This particular burst is from late last year, but for whatever reason, I never posted it.**

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"Ugly bitch." The words sting as they come off the screen. A comment left under a video Joy had made. She feels her eyes tear up. Though it is just one out of at least a dozen positive comments, she still feels it unleash the insecurity she holds deep inside her.

She locks her phone and goes to lay down, crying softly. She stares at her reflection in the mirror across from her bed. She doesn't think she's ugly, just too big for her frame. "I need to lose weight ASAP," she thinks. After a few minutes of crying, Joy sniffles and sighs, picking up her phone again reflexively.

She quickly moves from her own video to her For You Page, hoping something will distract her. She scrolls for a minute until something catches her eye. "Wanna feel wanted?" The video's caption asks. The girl on the screen is a bubbly blonde with huge, obviously fake tits, bright green eyes, and a perfect rose-colored pout. She wears a crop top that says "Bimbo Slut" in pink Barbie font. Joy has always been interested in bimbos, but knows she doesn't fit the aesthetic, so she's never tried to join the community. The bimbo dances seductively to a trendy song. Intrigued by the caption, she taps See More. "Check out the link in my bio, and become your best self today!"

Bored and drooling over the woman's body, she taps on the profile and opens the link without thinking. It opens up immediately to a video of that same bimbo speaking to the camera. "Hi babe! It's so good to have you here! My name is Nicole and I am gonna teach you how to be the best version of yourself like ever." A pink spiral starts on the screen and Nicole's voice sounds fuzzy to the girl's ears. She tries to look away for a second but she can't. She's transfixed. "Wha?" A half thought comes from her mouth before she blacks out.

When Joy wakes, she picks up her phone, she napped for... 4 hours? Woah. She goes to find Nicole's video again but can't seem to locate it or even the original video in her likes. She pouts, "So much for that promise." She mumbles it out loud and then hops off her bed, going to make dinner for the night. She looks in the fridge and finds nothing of interest, then snacks on a rice cake while she looks in the pantry and shrugs. She's not that hungry anyway, odd for her.

As she gets ready for bed, she does her full skincare routine as opposed to her normal, "eh good enough" effort. She finishes it and giggles, feeling pretty. A voice flashes through her head, "Ugly bitch." She frowns, stopping in place. She turns back around to the mirror and looks at herself again. Pretty eyes, chubby and rosy cheeks, pretty little pout, and a button nose.

"I'm not ugly," she whispers to herself.

"Prove it," says the voice.

She pouts, determined. "Fine!"

She strips out of her old tee shirt and goes to take an everything-shower. Shaving every speck of body hair and washing her pretty, long hair. Every time she starts to question what she's doing, the voice repeats, meaner, "Prove it, ugly bitch." She dries off and finds a particularly slutty bodycon dress that she bought months ago but has never worn.

She chooses her tallest heels, and goes all out with her makeup: false lashes, maroon lipstick that she forgot existed, cat eyeliner, and highlighter. "Perfect!" She looks at her watch, "It's only 8pm on a Friday, what was I thinking, going to bed?"

She grabs her purse and walks out the door, searching on her phone for the nearest bar or club. Club Zero is the closest one, and while she's never heard of it in all the years she's lived here, the reviews were good, so off she went. She turned on her most sexual playlist and got amped up. She's strangely not nervous at all, though she has only been to a club once before a long time ago.

She pulls up and struts to the doors. The bouncer stops her and asks for her ID, "You look a little young to be here, hon."

She sighs and shows him her license, "I'm 25, it's the baby face that fools people." He looks her up and down, clearly lingering on her tits, which looked amazing in the dress. He nods and lets her in.

Right away she is hit with the smell of perfume, cologne, and alcohol, it's not entirely unpleasant. She barely notices anything that's happening, as she makes a beeline for the bar. "Could I get a Malibu Sunset, please?" She speaks a little louder than usual to be heard over the thumping music. The handsome bartender gives her a thumbs up and starts pouring, "Sure thing." He has a cute accent. She starts feeling her will to go out like this waver, so she pulls out her phone to look busy while her drink is made. She opens up social media out of habit and the first thing on the screen is a little pink spiral. She feels drawn to it and stares for a minute. Her trance is interrupted by the bartender sliding her drink to her. She blushes, a bit embarrassed. "How much do I owe you?" He shakes his head and points to a guy on the other side of the bar, "He's got you." She looks over and sees a quite attractive man in his 40s smiling at her. She smiles back a bit shyly and waves. He comes over and sits next to her, "Hello doll, what's a cute little innocent thing like you doing here?"

She giggles, "I wanted a drink and to get out of my house, I guess." He quirks an eyebrow, "Oh I think you're here for more than that, aren't you?" He looks behind them into the crowd of people dancing. For the first time since arriving, she pays proper attention to what it going on. There are people grinding and gyrating, as she expected, but then she notices something different. There are people in the corners of the room in various sex acts, sucking, fucking, fingering. She turns scarlet before she even notices the raised dais in the middle of the dance floor where she can just barely see a man pounding away at someone's holes. "Lucky them," she thinks briefly before going back to feeling shocked.

"Okay," she gulps, "I didn't realize this was that kind of club."

The man laughs, "No kidding! You're blushing so much right now." He leans in closer, "But I think you like it, huh?"

His hand rests lightly on her knee. She sips her drink and tries to remain composed. "I don't mind it... doesn't bother me."

His hand slowly travels upwards as he speaks, "You know what you came here for tonight, don't you?" His breath is hot on her ear, as she drains her drink, a bit nervous. "You want to be ravished, worshiped, spanked, slapped, all those fun things. You want to serve..."

The word "serve" seems to echo around in her head for a moment. She shivers and nods subtly without meaning to. "That's what I thought, doll." He pulls her hair back and lightly traces her ear with the tips of his tongue. She moans and feels herself instantly wet. His mouth travels to the sensitive spot behind her ear and kisses down to her shoulder. She leans her head to the side to give him better access. "Yesss," she hisses. That's her "on button" as her exes liked to tease. He stops, and she whines at the loss of contact. He takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor. She feels tipsy and ignores the part of her brain that shouts how she just left her purse behind at the bar. Instead, the voice in her head, or maybe it's the man, says "Good girl." And she smiles. She loses herself in the crowd, grinding back against him and feeling the alcohol kick in. He kisses her and she wonders how strong the drink was, she feels woozy but in the most wonderful way. She closes her eyes and puts her hands up in the air, feeling the thump of the music wash away her worries. She feels hands on her breasts, and doesn't seem to mind if they come from her dance partner or anyone else. She feels a bulge grind against her ass and more and more hands all over her, touching her, groping her, tugging at her dress. Before she knows it, her tits feel a breeze across them, she opens her eyes, confused, but doesn't stop dancing. There's another man in front of her who has taken it upon himself to free her boobs from her strapless dress and start caressing them. "He's cute," she thinks, Wait what?" She opens her mouth to say something and starts to lower her arms to pull her dress back up.

She hears his voice in her ear, "Serve."

She immediately feels fuzzy, giggles and bounces, her tits jiggling in front of the other man. He gropes them and lightly pinches her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her, as an electric shock of pleasure goes to her clit. He puts one in his mouth and swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub. She moans, "Yes! Oh!"

She hears it again, whispered in her ear or whispered from her own mind, "Good girl." She feels her panties get stickier and damp.

As one stranger plays with her nipples, and another grinds into her ass, she feels a new pair of hands tugging down her dress. She frowns, she knows she shouldn't be half naked in front of everyone. The voice echos, "Prove yourself, ugly bitch."

She lets the hands pull her dress down to her ankles. "I'm hot as fuck, you don't know anything," she thinks. "See how many people want me tonight?"

"Serve," echos in her head again and she feels so fuzzy, like she's had about three more drinks than what she actually drank. A hand palms her mound and she steps out of her dress to widen her stance. The man in front of her is twisting her nipples playfully now, and she squeaks. "Ah!"

The hand travels down, rubs her clit through her soaked panties. She gasps and rubs against the fingers. "Oh god!"

She feels the man behind her start to lick and kiss her neck again right as the hand on her clit moves to her opening and plunges inside. Her panties drop to the floor. She sees stars, the sensation of everything is so intense. "Ah, fuck, yes! Fuck me!" She moans.

She hears a dark chuckle, "As you wish, doll."

There are more hands on her, pushing and shoving her towards the middle of the dance floor. The man behind her moves away until she feels something firm but squishy at her knees. The hands keep coming and push her onto her hands and knees on the plush, vinyl-covered foam dais. She scrambles into the middle and looks around. She's surrounded by a dozen men and a few women on all sides looking at her hungrily. She feels hands on her hips and something hard poking at her cunt, she realizes with some faintly registering horror that she's wearing her heels and nothing else, with no idea where her dress, purse, or panties are. The thought is quickly quieted by that lovely word again, "Serve."

She feels the handsome stranger rub the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Beg for it, doll. Tell me how bad you want to serve this cock."

Her eyes roll back in her head from the sheer erotic tension, "Please Sir! I need it so bad. Fill me up and fuck me, pleeeeease!"

"Good girl," she can hear the smirk in his voice as he slides it into her tight, wet cunt. She makes a sound that goes from a groan to a squeal the more he slides in. "Fuck, he's big," she thinks.

She feels him start to thrust and she's in heaven, her tits swaying beneath her. He smacks her ass and she feels someone in front of her. "Show us how good you can be."

Her eyes pop open and she's met with a nice cock just waiting to be sucked. She opens her mouth without even thinking and sucks on the head, swirling her tongue around it.

"Oh, yeah," the man says as she bobs up and down on his hardness, "That's a nice little whore. Worship that cock." She moans and takes him deeper, lightly gagging, but barely paying it any mind.

Both men go faster, spitroasting her like she's just an object for their pleasure. She is. "Serve" echoes around her empty head, "I need to serve. So fun. So sexy. Serve cocks. My purpose."

Soon the stranger in her mouth is fully facefucking her, something she rarely was able to pull off before. Her eyes roll back, it feels like pure pleasure even though she's struggling not to gag too much. He tenses, "Oh yes, fuck I'm gonna cum." He shoots a load down her throat and sighs, patting her head, "Swallow it all, *doll*," he says condescendingly.

She comes back into awareness enough to lick the remnants off his shaft and sigh contently, still being pounded by the handsome man in her cunt. The cum on her tongue and in her belly seems to tingle with warmth; it tastes so sweet, and she wants more. As if on cue, another man comes up to her mouth with his cock hard and simply says "Open."

She enjoys the feeling of him fucking her throat more and more, but at the forefront of what's left of her mind is the fact that the man in her cunt isn't wearing a condom. "More cum," she thinks, "Please fill me. Let me serve my purpose." He is thrusting harder and grunting, muttering degrading and sweet things under his breath. The sounds he makes only turn her on more, as her creamy wetness drips down his balls.

She feels him pound into her furiously, sending the new strange man's cock deeper into her throat with each thrust. She starts to cum and see stars, her eyes rolling back and her toes curling. She moans around the cock. It pushes him over the edge, "Fuck! So tight! Ahhh!" He unloads a huge jet of cum deep into her and she feels a type of bliss she previously hadn't considered possible. The cum is warm and floods her abdomen with tingles. The last thing she hears before things go fuzzy is the man's voice saying, "Hey Jay, you gotta come try her, she's so tight. Oh! Does anyone have a sharpie?"

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She wakes up to someone shaking her shoulder. "Hey, hey babe," the voice is gentle and has a slight Australian accent to it. She groggily opens her eyes to find that she's splayed out on the plush platform still. She sees bright light coming from somewhere and the handsome bartender from last night above her. "Oh fuck," she mumbles, "Am I naked?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, but don't worry, I got you."

He helps her sit up and she feels something trickle out of her pussy. She looks down to see some white creamy liquid pooling between her legs, she's a tad sore and feels disoriented.

The bartender hands her the dress that she had worn last night, "I found this on the floor. It's a little worse for wear, but at least your purse isn't. You left it at the bar, so I kept it for safety."

"Oh god! Thank you so much! I'm-I'm so... embarrassed?" That wasn't the right word but she couldn't come up with anything else.

He laughs, "Oh hon, don't be. That was quite a show you put on last night. One of the best I've ever seen." She blushes and he helps her stand. She wobbles a bit on the heels thank she thankfully didn't lose, but is able to walk towards where he points out the bathroom.

"I only woke you because we need to clean the platform, you certainly could use some rest. Get cleaned up and you can get home. Take your time."

She sheepishly squeaks her gratitude and an apology for sleeping there. She gets into the bathroom and inspects herself in the mirror, her mascara is smudged, her false lashes are thankfully still on, her lipstick is all but gone and her hair is a mess. She cleans the cum out of her the best she can and takes a deep breath, "What has gotten into me?" She thinks. She puts on her wrinkled dress and comes out of the bathroom, passing the bartender on her way out. "Hey," he calls her over, "Next time if you want to do that, which, I hope you will, just hand me your belongings and I'll put them in the safe until you're done. Okay?"

She nods, blushing. "I seriously can't thank you enough."

"Don't worry about it, love. Your pretty little show made up for any inconvenience." He winks at her. She looks at his name tag, Jake.

Her confidence slowly coming back, she smiles at him and nods, "I hope to see you around, Jake."

He chuckles, "I'm sure you will, doll."

On the drive home, she feels hyper and happy, like she just had gotten a raise or something.

She wonders what the fuck is going on in her head as she pulls into her driveway and goes inside the house. "Maybe I'm sick or something. Is there a cold that causes delirium and horniness?" She thinks, chuckling to herself, half serious. She goes to sit on her couch before she thinks better of it and turns on the water for a shower. She pulls off her dress and picks up her phone. She's about to type in her symptoms to Google when she sees a notification on her social media. She taps on it reflexively and, lo and behold, it's a message from the bimbo queen herself, Nicole. "Hey babe! I'm so proud of you for taking the first step towards being a better you! Check out this video for more:"

She opens the video and is immediately slack jawed looking at the spiral with a dancing Nicole overlayed on it.

She blinks and notices the video is over and her bathroom is steaming. "Shit."

She walks to her shower and notices something black on her ass as she passes her mirror. "Huh?" She wipes the condensation down and turns to see what it is.

Written in black sharpie: "Cunt:" There are 4 tally marks. "Mouth:" There are 6.

She stares, shocked. A thrill runs through her. That's how many times she was used last night. 10 cocks in her holes, filling her with cum. "No wonder he said I put on a show," she mumbles to herself. She hears a quiet voice in the back of her head say "more please." She shakes her head and hops into the shower.