A sign spinner or something like that...

Bob was a young man looking for some fun. When he heard that there was a new strip-club in town he raced to it. He was let in without a cover, upon entering he was greeted by a seated woman in the anteroom “Hello, you fine young specimen. I’m Bella it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Her heels clicked on the tiles as she walked up to him and embraced him tightly. “Oh, silly me what’s your name?”, “Bob? That’s a great name! I need your help Bob, I’m the new Facility Manager and I’m doing a quality spot check. Here are a thousand dollars in twenties.” She handed him a stack of bills. “Get a dance from all the girls see if you can get extras, then just let me know what you find out. Do you think you can handle that Bob?” Bob took a second unable to believe his luck, then he looked back at her a bit sheepishly “Can I have a dance?” he pushed a twenty at Bella.

“You cheeky devil! You sure can.” She lead him into the club proper walked him to a bench in front of the stage and proceeded to give him a one song dance. Pulling her bra back up she smiled at him “Alright, now the other girls.”

Bob’s money enticed the gurls in the club to give him lap dances one after another. Blondes that might be twins, a sexy secretary, three slutty bartenders, a sexy milf, and more. Bob lost count as the drinks and dancers merged into a blur of lust and ****. Unfortunately, none of the gurls was willing to sell him their “services”, fuck he was backed up. It really didn’t help that the naked blondes were sitting on either side of him enforcing their house rule “No playing with yourself.” Maybe he should have known given the name of the club. The wicked sluts were playing with him between dances, but always stopped just short of letting him cum.

Then it happened. “One Kiss” came on over the speakers and out walked the most beautiful woman Bob had ever seen clad in latex. Taking her in he saw shiny black high heels that merged seamlessly into the catsuit, the skintight latex rose up along long perfectly proportioned legs to a thick set of hips in front of a juicy ass, a narrow waist, double D breasts pushed hard nipples against the shiny material tenting it, narrow shoulders, and thin arms. Atop it all her alluring face and beautiful brown eyes. He stopped at her eyes captured by her gaze, until she twirled around the pole. Her movement’s were serpentine, barely human in their grace. Bob lost track of his surroundings. Until...

The Mistress took a step down the tiered stage towards him. She turned her back to him and the blondes left his side helping their mistress out of her signature outfit. The latex peeled away like water shimmering down a flawless back. The Mistress’ heavy breasts were visible from the back. As the black liquid rolled down her hips her luscious ass was revealed followed by a sizable cock hanging between her legs, much larger than any of the other gurls. As the goddess before him turned and drew nearer he forgot his script, he presented all of the remaining money to her “I’ll give you everything, just make me cum.” She smiled knowingly back at him “Precisely what I had in mind. Don’t worry you’ll love giving me everything.”

She snapped her fingers and the blonde’s stripped him of his clothes tossing them on the pile of money he’d already handed over. “Now, the only thing left for you to give me, is yourself.” She sat on the bench grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, lifting her cock up to meet his ass. The mistress tilted her head back looking Bob in the eyes, he nodded in understanding and lowered himself down her member. As his ass touched her lap he came across her chest. “Yess, good gurl that’s how you cum now!” The mistress purred at the newest addition to her growing empire. She lifted her hips and started to plow into him with gusto eliciting groans and moans from Bob. The gurls of the club gathered around watching the latest initiation jealously.

When the Mistress came, she dumped gallons of chemical love juice in his ass and then down his throat. Bob turned extra slutty with the mind of a streetwalker.

Bobbi wasn't stupid, she just acted like a total ditz who now wanted nothing but mistress’ cock. Her legs got long, her ass and hips got really slutty. Her penis shrank. Her belly slimmed down. She grew mega breasts. Permanent slutty make-up appeared on her face. Long black hair appeared from her scalp. Bobbi was born. “Mmmm, thx mistress I totally love my new slutty body!” *Giggle* “I am made to be fucked.” She posed her soft curves.

Mistress: Good gurl, here I have some new clothes for you. You’re going to work the street and drum up some business for the club. Boys won’t be able to resist you. Now remember Bjs are 80, anal is free, and don’t forget to send them to the club.

Bobbi got really slutty clothes and she loves her work. She is now the neighborhood bike constantly sucking and fucking. Bobbi is quite the saleswoman and takes great satisfaction in down-selling her customers. Each boy in her ass is another boy ready for the Mistress and she does a bit less sucking every day.

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