A Club For The Slut Class Girls

"A brand new club will be opening at this spot in no time at all! Please, come check it out!"

"Hey there handsome, wanna party? 'Cause we wanna party with you~"

"You boys look like what you see? Come join us. Club Barely Legal. We'll have lot of fun together."

Rob considered himself a generous man, always willing to share the wealth, whatever his windfall might be. And seeing how his wishes had reaped him such a bounty, it only seemed perfectly natural he give a lot back to the world around him. Slutter was a good example of that; to give artists like him a permanent place to display there work without risk of a porn-ban or anything like that. Similarly, his interest in Mercy's medical tech would yield similar results, once he made it realized and made the Swedish doctor his.

But this, this project was a very different kind of giving-back. And it would be the first step in Rob creating an empire of brothels, sharing his fictional slavegirls with the world.

Feeling that his twenty-eight Slut Class students were properly trained and fully within his power, Rob purchased and renovated a club in his Port Reyes's downtown, christening it Barely Legal! Part bar, part strip club, and part brothel, it was the girls' "class project", as they got real-life experience slutting and whoring it up, selling their bodies for cheap, pleasuring their clients, and especially pleasuring their Master with their efforts.

But, Rob knew he couldn't just buy a club and expect it to be an overnight smash hit (like Slutter, he anticipated Barely Legal would never turn a profit; he could hardly care about such vulgar things like that). To that end, in the weeks leading up to the club's launch, the girls were hitting the streets and the internet. Drumming up interest with gatherings and demonstrations in person, while using their Slutter accounts to spread the word further.

Some were nervous at "going public" in such a manner, but all were willing to put their best foot forward. After all, Mr. Daily had done such a great job molding them into fuckable, desirable sluts - to prepare them for their new, bound-to-be successful careers in the erotic arts. After all that, why should they flinch at their first professional assignment?

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After all the preparation, the night of the club's launch had come, Rob spending the day full of glee, like a child on the night before Christmas. He wandered the empty floor of Barely Legal, seeing everything just as he envisioned it, hoping that come a few hours, it would be full of drunken revelers, fucking his harem girls, fucking brave and noble heroines from across fiction like common whores.

Imagining such a scenario filled him with perverse glee so intense, it bordered upon the indescribable.

He knew that, if put in his position, there were several men and women that would horde their slaves with supreme jealousy. To be the only ones to sup upon their beautiful bodies, save maybe to have **** play with ****. Rob understood the impulse, he was pretty sure he even felt it once or twice - a twinge of guilt and fear as he assembled this plan - but the reality of the situation was that he did not agree to that line of thinking

Quite simply put, he was doing this because he could. All of his girls were, for the lack of a better word, good girls. They were heroines, paragons of their world, strong and brave and pure and chaste. And he was going to trick them out like cheap prostitutes. And they were happy that he was doing so. Corruption, sluttification, and bimbofication were all themes Rob touched upon often in his art, but to do it in real life - to turn intelligent and self-possessed women like Hermione Granger, or the serious and determined Gwen Stacy, or the shy and sweet Violet Parr... to turn any of these girls into eager, submissive sluts, willing to do whatever he wanted?

It was intoxicating. Better than any ****, any drink, any morsel of fine food Rob had ever tried. It was pure nirvana. He had all the power here. So much so that, no matter what they did on stage, he wouldn't have to worry about his girls abandoning him. They were totally in love with him, absolutely obsessed, and wholly subservient to his will. They would always come crawling back to him and ask for more. Ask for what was next.

This was Rob's world now, and everyone else was just living in it.