It's gonna take some time to realign

"Peter, I'm fairly certain I don't want to be a stripper...even if I'm doing quite a good job." She was a conservative woman but she wasn't blind. Her body looked great doing what it was doing. If she was **** for a job, it might be an option, but her job at the accounting firm earned her plenty, and her gifts for that were natural. As the song came to an end, Nikki had pulled her yellow panties to the floor and hopped out of them, giving me a final shimmy and ending pose. I turned off the music before Nikki had too much fun.

"Well, if you ever change your mind, you have my full support." I gave up on this tactic for now. I had a second woman on my side now, and I could manipulate Veronica's mind more insidiously with Nikki's help. "Nikki, feel really excited about performing for me" I watched Veronica's shock as she felt her body react for her. Her nipples hardened quickly and her thighs squeezed together, rubbing at the itch growing in her loins. Veronica had never gotten aroused by showing off before, but Peter's eyes roamed her with a lust he never displayed for her while they were dating. She could admit that being appreciated felt nice.

"Well...I guess you can be my private audience." She figured these things were here regardless of why, so until she could piece it all together, the two of them might as well get some use out of them. Peter's beaming face made her blush a little. "But show's over mister. Since you're already here, this can be your new recovery bed. I'll grab you some blankets and a pillow." She scooped up her clothes and headed back to our bedroom. I could see Nikki playfully wiggle Veronica's hips for me. Jeanie was vibrating in her seat.

"Ooooooh shit, Ringmaster. There's so many possibilities for our new teammate. I think the Brainiac-turned-stripper route would be the most appropriate, but how will she get there, and who will be changed along the way? Find out in the next exciting chapter of-!"

"Jeanie, who the fuck are you talking to?" I looked at the enchained beauty staring into the empty space to her left, talking like a TV announcer. "Obviously I'm trying to make my proud, business driven girlfriend into a happy, willing stripper. But making her like being ogled was only step one. Some more dancing and feeling good will cement her desire to dance and strip, but it'll take a bit for an entire career change." I pondered my options. Veronica would be heading to work again now that I was conscious, so I couldn't train her during most of the day. Luckily, we had someone who was always with Veronica and who had my best interests at heart. "We'll have to let Nikki work on her while she's at work, but we won't be able to do much alone in here."

"Well if you can't go to the babes, the babes will just have to come to you." Jeanie said this so matter-of-factly, I didn't even question it until Veronica was returning, and now I couldn't. She was wearing the same tight top as before, but now was only wearing her panties, no shorts. This 'enjoying being seen' thing is already having hidden benefits. She tossed my pillow at my head and laid the folded blanket at my feet. She sat in the armchair by the foot of the couch, knees pulled up to her chest as she flipped on the TV, finding a show or movie to watch for the evening. Her pose allowed me to see her bared hips, but the prized mound was hidden by her ankles. I could change that.

"Nikki, put your feet on the floor." As Veronica's knees lowered from her chest, the big, fake titties she now had bounced around in their tight top, settling high on her frame. She had a look of slight confusion, but decided it didn't matter enough to focus on. She returned her attention to our viewing options, and I turned my attention to how her thick thighs were eating her panties. I could feel Jeanie looking with me over my shoulder. "Nikki, spread your legs." We were both leaning forward in anticipation. Veronica doesn't even notice as her knees push away from each other, like two magnets of matching polarity. Her sock clad feet slid easily across the hardwood floor on pointed toes. Her milky thighs separated slowly, revealing her lips outlined in fabric. Her flower was slightly blossoming from Nikki's arousal.

"Does this look good?" Veronica asked innocently, turning to catch my eyes. As she followed my gaze, red rose to her face when she realized what she seemed to be offering. Her legs slammed shut quickly, more shame reddening her face. "THE SHOW, I MEAN." her hands buried into her crotch to cover as much as she could. I just nodded, knowing I wouldn't be paying much attention to it.