Larissa Turns Her Eye to the Rest of the Club

Larissa was relishing the envy, jealousy, and proverbial daggers all the girls had aimed her way.

Her set on stage had stretch almost 12 songs, mostly a result of all her unknowing victims giving in to the perversions they came to embrace.

Of course not all of them resisted their envy and jealousy. Skye at one point spread Larissa's ass cheeks as she sat over one patron's face, taking a big deep lick.

Larissa had also managed to coax Crystal and Destiny to each suck on one of her tits as they tried to scoop riled up guys for lap dances as they came off the stage.

Wishing Brittney good luck onstage, Larissa bit her lip wondering just what kind of minx the usually well behaved platinum blonde might descend to after her dance.

Walking out onto the floor Larissa was declining lap dance requests out of the gate. Making her way to the bar she flagged down Taylor, holding the bartender’s hand for a moment she requested a rye and ginger.

Sipping her drink while leaning at the bar Larissa engaged in small talk, all the while channeling the Idol's corrupting energies into the bar. In her head she was trying to think about how many were on staff. They would be the difficult ones to get to.

There was the washroom attendants, one guy and one girl each tasked with preventing washroom sex.

The two front door bouncers. The two lap dance room bouncers. The two “ballroom" bouncers. Then another on the patio.

The door girl.

The DJ.

Taylor with Corrina on bar, Savannah on the cooler bar by the door. 3 waitresses, Violet, and a bar back.

Then the usually boasted 20 dancers. So about 40 to corrupt.

Then the plethora of patrons. The idea of fucking so many separate people exciting Larissa, licking her lips as she wondered where Corrina had gotten too.

A wonder quickly answered as Corrina sauntered up to the other side of the bar.

“What happened to the low profile?” Larissa asked taking a sip of her drink, her eyes scanning for any gazes drifting their way.

“Ran into Alice.” Corrina replied gazing and waving at the Manager who sharply averted her gaze as if offended. “Besides, I wanna get fucked.”

Larissa smirked, “I was thinking about that. We need to encourage a few people.” Larissa started looking across to the ballroom bouncers.

“I gave them gum.” Corrina proudly responded almost sensing what Larissa was thinking as their corrupting agenda put them on the same wavelength. “Steve, Carl, Bruce, Chad, Ashlee, Darren, a couple more.”

Looking about the tables Larissa considered the offers she had received already to go for a lap dance. All quick easy prey, but also ones she wouldn't be able to get far with before a bouncer would descend.

The boss had made it clear, even in the private booths, no whoring. His liquor license almost got suspended the last time someone got caught fucking here. The bouncers had already followed through once, sending one of the girls away in a cop car.

While an exciting idea, Larissa wasn't sure she was ready to try seducing a pair of cops.

Sauntering around the tables she eyed them out. How often she would do this, her mind looking at it differently now. Three guys, one girl. Odds were she was at least bi, and her boyfriend was on one of the sides of her. That used to be considered the dead zone. Unless you wanted to try doing couples lap dances, you ignored the guy who was to either side of her.

And bouncers usually paid less attention to couple lap dances in the private booths. After all, what are the odds the couple might be that freaky.

Watching Violet pass by the table Larissa smiled following the shooter girl as she stopped at a table. A little fuel to start her corrupting fires in them. As the guys each threw their test tube back, she pulled the one away from the girl at the table, guiding her to her feet Violet inserted the test tube into her bra and invited the girl to take it hands free.

The girl then with a grin returned the test tube to the bra, her lips just barely resisting landing a kiss.

Glancing at the stage Larissa almost laughed, watching as Brittney humped against the pole, obviously in the throws of ecstasy.