Stacey, the eight-legged stripper

Intro: I can only put one title but special mention should be given to alternative titles to this story: Spin City, Webtease, Hairy Tits, Arachnudity, Itsy Bitsy Spider Thong....

The challenge was that we had to include three words: carpet, tarantula, cocksucker, from which this beautiful story emerged.

“Respect my authority”- screamed the pimp in the club.

Everyone fell silent.

“I hate repeating myself but I am in control of this goddamn place and I have the last word. If I say you give the client more than just a lap dance, you do so.”- he paused for a second and looked at an extraordinary hairy tarantula who lowered her eyes.

The deejay cut completely the music off by this time.

“And yes, I mean you, Stacey. The clients call you here Hairy titties, but what’s the use of them if you can only shake them.”

Stacey didn’t dare to lift her eyes and avoided eye contact. The other stripper tarantulas were also silent and no one uttered a word or even a sound.

“Melbourne’s Cherry Rhino” is one of the best clubs in the state and I’m planning to keep it a winner for many years to come. You all signed the contract when you were brought here, meaning that there are no “uuu I don’t like him so I refuse to suck his palpal bulps”- the senior tarantula mimicked a high-pitched girly voice. “If you don’t do as you say you are fired and kicked out. Last warning!” he yelled and made a sign to show that he is done.

The employees went back into their jobs, preparing the club for its opening.

Another tarantula approached Stacey.

“I’m so sorry darling, this must be awful. And it’s only your first week here.”

“I didn’t know, Coraline, I swear.” Stacey said and wiped a tear with one of her fangs.

“Shhh, it’s alright girl, next time you’ll know.”-Coraline said. “It’s the rules here, I know they’re awful but it’s either this or going back into the miserable tank.”

A loud bell went off to indicate that they are about to open the doors in 5 minutes.

“Oh gosh, already? I’ll run, I’m not ready, my make-up is not done yet.” Coraline said and rushed away.

Stacey closed her eyes and sighed.

“Hey girl, don’t you worry, he does that with every new employee.”- a tall young tarantula approached her and patted her on the back. “I had exactly the same experience on my second day at work here.”

“Really?”- asked Stacey.

“Hell yeah, there was this cocksucker who wanted me to lick all of his legs and then spank him with a carpet. He had some weird fetish or something. I was like, fuck no you asshole. This costed me almost my job but Papa Aragog spared me that one and just gave me a nasty warning.”

“But how...”

“Oh sorry darling, I’m out first so I have to go get ready”

Stacey looked around and went by the bar to prepare the tab.

When the first clients arrived and settled in their seats to watch the show, Stacey went with a tray to offer some more drink.

A fat tarantula grabbed her ass and pushed her to sit on his lap.

“You’re so hairy you turn me on so bad. Can we go somewhere privately?”

“Ermm,”- Stacey hesitated but remembered the awful times when she was locked in the tiny tank only to be stared at by some giant creatures. “Ok”

They went upstairs to the bedrooms.

“Now raise your front legs, I want to mate with you.” said the fat old spider.

Stacey wished she was a black widow.

“Good girl” the male tarantula whispered and started relaxing her fangs.

Stacey closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear it any longer. A quick thought like a flashlight crossed her brain and planted itself. “Who says you can’t be a black widow?”

While the male was mating with her, she bit off one by one his legs, then his spinnerets, his stomach, his fangs, until nothing was left. Like his pathetic existence never occurred.

She wiped her fang, dusted off her corset and went downstairs to continue her shift.