Making money

Somehow, despite how ridiculously hot he found Miandre, Master was able to turn his attention away from her lips around his cock. Instead, he thought of what he should do to her first. Noticing the broken down decor in his room, he quickly decided that this naive slut would be great for making money. She already believed that fucking people keeps them healthy, so by pimping her out he could get good money… but he’d have to share. “Maybe down the line she’ll be my prostitute” he said aloud, and though Miandre heard it, she wasn’t able to ask what he was talking about with a cock in her mouth.

Coming up with a better idea, Master pushed Miandre off him, mischievous look on his face. “I have somewhere to take you, it’ll help you fit in and it’ll help you compensate me for helping you out” Master said, pulling Miandre to her feet with some difficulty. He would have to make sure he kept her docile and obedient to him, because it was clear she was way stronger than he. Tossing one of his old cum stained sweaters at Miandre and a pair of matchingly disgusting boxers, Master gave Miandre her first ever clothes, not that she would be wearing them for long…

The duo then left the rundown house and got into Master’s car, the A/C still running from before. As they drove, Master explained what money was, which was another foreign concept to Miandre. It seemed ridiculous to her that humans had to pay to do the things they needed to do. “It is cruel and unkind” she said sternly, and after indicating some agreement with that sentiment, Master was able to convince Miandre to participate in “money stuff” while she was on Earth.

That’s when they arrived at Master’s go to Friday night venue, Strawberry Pony, a stripclub near the south of town. As he walked in with the stunning orange beauty, every patron, employee, and bystander alike turned and stared. For some, it was that she was orange that demanded attention. For others, it was her beauty, and for a few elderly individuals and one stripper, it was the garbage clothing that she was wearing. Many of the strippers looked at Miandre with jealousy, some of them losing potential patrons attention entirely. After a long walk to the back of the club however, they were shielded away from all but 4 sets of eyes.

Miandee stood before 3 men and one lady. One man was the club owner, who knew Master by name and smiled, knowing what was about to be proposed. The lady was the head stripper, a woman in her fourties who likely would be aging out of the club soon. The other two sets of eyes belonged to the owner’s personal security guards, two large men with pistols in their waistbands.

“So you have some new talent I see” the club owner said, stepping forward to look at Miandre. “An orange talent too. Never seen such a strong spray tan.” He then indicated for her clothes to be removed, which Master happily helped with. Standing naked again, though feeling more comfortable this way than clothed, Miandre let the club owner inspect her like a piece of meat. Similarly, the stripper eyed her up and down. “She’ll be very popular” she smirked, emphasizing the very.

“Indeed she will.” Agreed the owner, before giving a very vague explanation of what Miandre would be expected to do. Master had done similar, and between the two Miandre understood she’d be showing off her body, maybe dancing a little, and occasionally cleaning men’s cocks. All of that seemed easy enough.

“We need a good name for her.” Said the stripper, walking behind Miandre and giving her ass a hard slap. “And I’ll be happy to help train her too.” The conspiring trio each thought for a bit about a potential name for the newest orangest stripper. “How about Sunbeam?” said Master after a few moments. “She said she gets energy from the sun, and she’s orange.” Shrugging, the owner agreed “As long as she responds to it, everyone will be asking for her.”

After settling on her stripper name, the group then led the still naked Miandre to the costume department. The club had a huge variety of attire for her to wear. There was a classic huttslayer Leia costume, a skimpy sling bikini, a virgin killer sweater, a tiny hot pink pencil skirt and matching minuscule bra, and a sequin bra and panties to name a few items. There was also an assortment of coats and covers, though Miandre seemed insistent on wearing the skimpier outfits, which the club owner found quite amusing….