Arrive

You sit at the makeup counter and stare into the mirror. A depressing image of a woman with heavy make-up and a scanty bikini stares back into your eyes. You sigh.

You're a stripper. Not just any stripper though, you were **** to be a stripper in an illegal sex den on the outskirts of Miami. You weren't paid, you were treated like shit, and you were constantly rented out to horny visitors on the cheap.

"HEY, BITCH!" A voice yells from the other room. "How about you stop sitting on your ass and use it for something useful instead?! Stacy's been off the stage for five minutes now! And SMILE this time, you depressing whore!"

"Yes, boss..." You call back, and stand up from the counter. You walk toward the sound of thumping music, your gaudy red high-heels clacking against the floor, and your hips swinging from side to side, just the way you were told to.

You push aside the curtains and put on a fake smile. It's easy to do, but with your current state of mind, you're worried you may be faltering a little. Winry is on stage already, surrounded by dozens of horny men. Her bra is on the ground, and her titties jiggle like mad as she swings around on the stripper pole. You walk up next to her and take your place on the second pole.

You fling your bra off and grab the pole with both hands. You swing around a couple of times before backing up onto the poll and grinding up against it with your fat ass.

You and Winry tease the audience a little and shake your hips before you pull off your bottoms in unison. You look into her eyes. Her face was smiling, but her eyes told the truth. She was a kinky little hornball, and didn't mind putting her body out there, but the way she was being treated was **** to her too. As you watch her display herself in front of the audience, you give a genuine smile. You may be a ****, but at least you were with her. You didn't know what you would do without her, and at least you were here for her too.

Your daydream was suddenly interrupted by some sort of jock with a fat wad of cash in his hand.

"Hey!" he calls from the crowd. "Hey you with the brown hair! My friend told me that you have to do anything I want if I pay you two-hundred dollars or more, is that right?"

"Yes, that's right!" You respond in a cheerful voice. "For one hour, and excluding physical risk to me or any of the customers!"

"Great! Get down from that stage and come ride on my dick!"

Your eye twitches.

"Of course! I'll be right there, sir!"

You pick up your clothes and follow the young man to the far end of the room where he sits down on a bench. He unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. You give a fake smile and sit on it. You let out a fake moan and put your hands on your ass behind you. You feel his penis inside of you. You slowly lift your body up and down, riding him cowgirl style.

"Wow!" You exclaim. "I don't think- ah - I've ever felt a dick -ah - this big..."

"Well at college they call me the pussy destroyer for a reason!" the man responds.

"What, do you fuck cats or something?" You think to yourself. "I don't even think they'd be satisfied with a dick this small... Those futa put you to shame, you sad bastard! I've seen dicks twice your size this week!"

After faking an orgasm and getting your vagina filled with cum, you bend down on your knees and begin sucking his dick. It's equally sad.

After half an hour, the man finally gets worn out and pays you your dues. You thank him for his patronage and return to the back room.

"At least that's one good thing about fucking clients..." You think to yourself. "I don't have to dance for at least another hour now..."

You toss the wad of cash on your boss's desk and walk into the bathroom to wipe yourself off. You look into the mirror once more.

"Someday, you'll get out of here, May darling..." You mumble to yourself. "And you'll take Winry with you..."

Simply leaving wasn't an option. The microchip in your body administered a paralyzing electric shock any time you left the building. The entire place was completely hidden to the cops, and you were pretty sure they were being paid off to boot. But you still looked into the mirror and gave a sharp grin. This place was far less professional than Alex's factory, and you nearly escaped from there in a matter of months. It would only be a matter of time...

[STRIPPER ENDING ACHIEVED]