"There's a way to turn the tables"

You don't understand Carrie's response at first, and she see is it in your eyes. So she explains. "That poor dumb girl up there now doesn't know it, but if you say the right thing, you get total control over the redhead. They have ****, it's in the rules. It's part of the game of this place."

You think you get it. "So if they actually manage to say that they're inferior and reds are better they can..."

"No." Carrie shakes her head. "It's not that. That's a trick. If the girl says that then the redhead dominating them just responds something like, "Then you won't mind if I treat you as an inferior." And keeps dominating.

You're confused again. "So then what should they say?"

"No one knows." Carrie answers. "Well a few people who've done it know. But only the redheads in here have witnessed it, and they're not telling."

A cheer erupts from the crowd and you turn your attention back to the stage. The bald girl is on her knees, slapping herself across the face as Jessica demands "harder! harder!"

You smirk. Oh, it's getting harder, you think. Reluctantly you turn your attention back to Carrie. "If you don't know what to say and you've never seen it happen. How do you even know it's possible?"

"I've heard the stories. I've seen the evidence." Carrie says. "If you pay close enough attention to famous redheads you'll see it too." Carrie speaks with confidence but you just aren't getting it. "You know, they all take turns, the hottest redheads in town take turns doing that." she gestures toward the stage where the bald girl is now unbuttoning and unzipping Jessica's leather pants with her teeth, much to the crowds delight.

"What evidence?" You ask.

"Remember a few years ago when she..." Carrie points at Karen Gillian "got her head shaved?"

"That was for a movie." You answer.

"Yeah, Hollywood has no other way of making someone look bald. Think about it. It was her time to dominate and she got the tables turned."

"That seems like... pretty flimsy evidence." You want to believe, but you're not sure you do.

"Okay... well the big story has always been Lindsay, Lindsay Lohan. They say someone turned the tables on her, completely destroyed her career when she was at the height of her fame and beauty. Rumor is, she completely changed the game, didn't just humiliate and **** her on stage, but afterward demanded that Lindsay go home with her. She took her back to UCLA where she was a film student, **** her to be in her student film, then threw her to the football team who fucked every inch of her for ten days, when they got tired called in their friends, then they called in their friends. They say Lindsay fucked over 500 people in less than a month, ate only cum and coke, was only allowed to say 'I'm inferior' the whole time. They say it totally broke her. When they released her back into the world she was forever changed, permanently degraded. Now when she's in a movie her contract requires the producers pay her by setting up an orgy of at least 50 people. That's why her career all but ended."

You're not sure what to believe. "They say." you emphasize that this is all rumors. None of it may be true.

Another roar from the crowd. On stage, the bald girl's pretty face is buried deeply between Jessica's ass cheeks as the red haired actress moans and grins.

Carrie shrugs. "You don't have to believe it, but I do. If you'd prefer we can take the next flight home and forget the whole thing."

She has a point. Okay, you decide to allow yourself to believe it's possible. "So the plan is what then?"

"The plan is, we go home, fuck, then I get this red stuff out of my hair. We come back every day until I get up on that stage and I turn the tables on whoever is there with me."

"How will you know what to do?" You ask.

"I don't. But I have some ideas. If I fail then you get to watch a famous redhead do that to me."

You look up at the stage. The bald girl is on her back now, totally defeated, her body covered in sweat, her makeup smudged to a mess. Jessica leans in close to her face and spits on her. The crowd applauds.

And so the plan takes shape. You do go home. You do fuck, plowing your girlfriend as you wonder... should it actually work out, what celebrity redhead you'll have the pleasure of seeing up on stage with her. You dump your load deep in her ass much to her delight.

Then, as promised, she changes her hair back to brown. You suggest she go with something that will catch the eye of whoever's job it is to scan the line of Reds & Pinks for unsuspecting non-redheads. Bright blue perhaps. But Carrie doesn't like the suggestion.

"Too **** to get noticed. They don't want someone who wants it. They want an unsuspecting innocent." She explains. You decide to let her do the thing she's an expert at.

So you return the next night, Carrie with brown hair again, you still red. You get in line, feeling very much like you're sticking out next to a brunette. Carrie wears a low cut, short black dress. Her hair might not attract undue attention, but she certainly will.

You get to the front of the line and the bouncer gives her a long look up and down. He looks over at you. "You can go in." He says.

"What about my girl?" You ask.

"Now or never, bro." he responds. So you head in, uncertain if Carrie is being turned away or recruited. And you hang out in the club for a while, keenly aware that nothing may come of the evening... well another entertaining show may come of the evening, but it might not involve Carrie. You're so distracted you forget to scan the crowd for famous faces. Instead you focus with intent on that curtain.

And it opens. And the crowd cheers. And standing there in flesh colored bra and panties is the buxom brunette who is your girlfriend. She finds you in the crowd, makes eye contact and smiles. You should never have doubted her.

Then her celebrity dominator walks out on stage, and your heart starts to thump