Lap dance

“Hey white chocolate, I’m Mike…” One of Dredd’s crew, a tall guy with the sides of his head shaved said as he pulled out a twenty and waved it in the air. "Come over here, baby, daddy’s got some sugar for you," he said, his voice deep and strangely commanding.

You can't help but obey. It’s like Dredd said, the pill makes you highly suggestible and your body responds to Mike’s words. You saunter over to him, swaying your hips and feeling the fabric of your g-string rub against your clit with every step. He tucks the money into the side of your tiny little g-string, the coolness of the bill sending a shiver through your body.

You lean down and give him a lap dance, your oversized breasts bouncing in his face as you grind against his crotch. His hands reach up to cup them, and you feel a spark of excitement at his touch. Your new body moves of its own accord, sliding and grinding against him as you try to ignore the growing wetness between your legs. His eyes are locked on yours, and you can see the hunger in them. You know what he wants, and you want to give it to him. It could be the pill but he was handsome and you were horny and… but Dredd had told you to dance for his crew.

You spin around, plant your hands and knees on the small podium and stuck your ass out towards him. The g-string did little to cover your plump cheeks, and you could feel them jiggling with every movement.

Mike’s eyes widened with desire as he watched you, and you felt his thick hard cock pressing against your gyrating ass as he moved closer and slid more money into your tiny g-string, and you bit your lip, the thrill of the performance making you wetter than ever. He’s buying you. You're the product that he wants!

“Oh yeah, Carl, she’s got back!” Mike said to the man that sat behind him, a dude who’s future was so bright that he wore sunglasses. Carl was even bigger and more muscular, with a scar running down one side of his face, “yo Crystal, you got a licence for that fine ass?”he says. His deep, gruff voice sends a shiver down your spine as he says, "You're looking good, sweetheart. Give me a taste." You stood and strutted over to him, your hips swaying from side to side and your breasts jiggling in perfect counterpoint.

He's sitting in a chair with his legs spread wide, his cock already straining against his pants. You knelt down in front of him and slowly peeled the g-string down to give him a peak , revealing your shaved, glistening pussy to him. Then you pulled your g-string back in place. He smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek with a gentle touch that surprises you.

You turn around and begin to give Carl a lap dance, your ass moving in a hypnotic rhythm as you press it against his crotch. He slides his hands around to your waist, holding you in place as you grind against him. You feel his cock growing harder, pushing against you through the fabric of his pants. It’s like your body is on autopilot, doing everything it can to please him, even as your mind reels from the reality of the situation. You’ve never felt so objectified, but there’s something about it that makes your clit throb and your pussy clench.

You look over at the third man, watching him with hungry eyes. He’s sitting back in his chair, stroking his cock through his pants as he watches you perform. He’s the biggest of the three, wears spectacles and something about the way he watches you makes your knees weak. You want him to want you more than the others. You want to make him cum. You want all of them to cum. He unzips his pants, and his thick, black cock springs free, bobbing slowly. You lick your lips, feeling your own arousal spike at the sight.

“Hey Louis, hold on a second, Crystal is polishing me…” Carl says as Louis holds a c note above his cock.

“Suck my cock Crystal and this is yours,” Louis promises. You just heard him tell you to suck his cock and you’re there.

The music seems to pulse in time with your racing heart, and you find yourself moving closer to him, unable to resist the his words. The allure of the money and the power it represents is secondary to the instinct to obey. You lean over, your massive tits dangling in his face, and take the bill with your teeth. The fabric of your g-string is drenched, and you can feel your own juices running down your thighs. The three guys go wild, and you feel a rush of adrenaline that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

You know what you have to do. You have to obey. You just have too. You take his glorious thick black cock into your hand, feeling the heat and the velvety softness of his skin. It’s huge, much bigger than any you’ve seen before, and the thought of taking it into your mouth makes your knees wobble. But you’ve made your choice, and you’re going to see this through. You lean in closer, taking a deep breath, and wrap your lips around the head of his dick.

The two other guys go wild as you suck him like a whore. You bob your head up and down, taking more and more of his length into your mouth with each movement. You can feel his cock swelling, growing harder with every stroke of your tongue. Your cheeks hollow out as you try to take him deeper, your eyes watering slightly from the effort. But you don’t stop. You can’t stop. You’re in the game now, and you have to win. You suck him with everything you’ve got, using your newfound skills to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.

As Louis reaches his climax, you pull back, letting his cum spurt out onto your face and chest, covering your new, large breasts. The crew goes wild, and you feel a strange sense of arousal shudder through you. Dredd warned you about the effects of cum…