Let Jemma Dance!

"We came here for you, Jemma," Josh said to his bimbo sister. "Let's put your ass to work!"

"Yes!" Jemma exclaimed and DeeDee clapped in approval.

They left Auggie's office and retrieved Ronnie, the bouncer they had left her with grinning from ear to ear. His shirt a mess from where Ronnie had wiped her hands.

Josh had Ronnie and DeeDee take seats by the stage where a woman with platinum hair and spherical tits was dancing. He gave the bouncer given instructions not to let anyone pester them, then he led his older sister to the DJ's booth. He explained the new ownership of the club to DJ Skibity, had him explain the sound system, then sent him on break.

He let the stripper finish her set and then, as she crawled about picking up her meager tips, Josh shut off the music and projected his voice, since the sound system sucked.

"If I could get everyone's attention for a moment, please? " he said. "That's right. Everyone listen up. This is important. You need to listen. You want to listen. It feels so good to listen to my voice."

The customers stopped drinking and ogling the crawling stripper. The stripper stopped scooping up ones. The bartender looked up at him, grinning.

"My name is Josh and I'm the new owner of The Rumpus Room, " he announced. "Everyone say 'Hi, Mr. Josh! "

"Hi, Mr. Josh! " came the reply in unison.

"You may have noticed that you want to do anything I tell you," he sa."That's a very good thing to want. You should embrace that desire. It's going to make everything better! "

They all smiled and nodded.

"Now, I have great news! Our next dancer is the one and only Jemma!" He announced "She's an incredible performer because she fully embraces the fact that she's a complete bimbo! She's so happy to show off her tits and ass! Knowing that she's making you horny makes her horny and makes her want to dance even sluttier! She's going to become your favorite stripper and you'll want to come back to The Rumpus Room again and again to see her and tip her generously!"

They smiled and nodded, including Ronnie, DeeDee and the stripper on stage. Hell, why not.

"Alright, everyone! The bimbo you didn’t know you needed your whole life: Jemma!" He exclaimed.

He started up Doja Cat's Gorgeous and his bimbo sister pranced happily on stage. The other stripper scrambled to get off and leave it to her, but she didn’t grab a robe or head back to the dressing room. She took a seat naked next to Ronnie and proceeded to watch and toss her own tips back onto the stage.

Josh made a mental note to talk to his new employee about that. He wanted all of his strippers to thrive financially. She could show Jemma her appreciation in other ways. Possibly by eating her ass in the dressing room between sets or after closing time.

Josh encouraged everyone to buy drinks and tip their servers generously and pulled up another song for Jemma to dance to. He noticed Ronnie and DeeDee had colorful cocktails in front of them and DeeDee already looked a little drunk, or maybe just flush from being so damned horny. Everyone was focused on Jemma for now, but he was going to need to make sure the bouncers all knew that customers could look at his family of sluts, but not touch.

After three songs where his bimbo big sister worked every thing she had and got showered with bills, Josh called the DJ back up and let the crowd know she was done for mow, to their great disappointment, but he assured them that they would enjoy the next dancer. In fact, all the dancers were incredible! This was the best strip club in the city and they should tell their friends and rate them on line!

He helped his naked bimbo sister off the stage as a black woman in red vinyl named Shawnte, according to the DJ, came out of the dressing room, looking confused. Josh realized he should probably take the time t9 make sure everyone was onboard with the new management.

Of course, DeeDee was very obviously drunk at this point and Ronnie was far from sober herself. Should he take them back to meet Jemma's new co-workers, or let them continue to enjoy the show?