Months later, in the private room of an exclusive strip club.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, hun." The buzzed man gaped in awe as he saw the thick ebony goddess stride into the room. His drink threatened to spill while his words caught themselves in his mouth.

"I ah-" He was entranced by her golden lingerie, barely keeping her jiggling black flesh under control as she sauntered towards him. Any further words were stopped by her placing a finger on his lips and chuckling.

"Don't you worry, you aren't the first to go slack jawed when going one-on-one with Choco Orange for the first time." She said, turning around and letting him come face to face with her glorious dumptruck of an ass. "Just relax and enjoy this." He moaned, unable to hold himself back as she grinded on him. He had been shocked when he saw that fat backside walk out and start performing in the club he was visiting. Ever since her debut Choco Orange had quickly become his favorite camwhore, and he knew how rare it was to meet her in person. Hundreds of clubs and whorehouses tried to recruit her permanently, but she always turned them down no matter how much they paid her, and yet sometimes people found her in random gloryholes, sucking cocks for barely anything. The only hope a fan like him could have of getting to taste her was meeting her by chance, and lo and behold, exactly that happened.

He didn't even care about the price the waitress had told him she demanded for a private dance. He gave her fat cheeks a strong slap, smiling as they jiggled.

"This is so worth it."

"Damn right it is hun. There ain't no better stripper than Choco Orange on this planet."

The man couldn't hold himself back, he reached out and kissed that beautiful black ass, groping it as Choco Orange stopped her dance and let her Joe enjoy himself. She smirked, there were few things she loved more than having people worship her ass. Eventually the man managed to extricate himself from Choco, and without asking pulled out his cock and started masturbating.

Choco resumed twerking, shaking her ass in rhyhm with the man's movements. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of bringing someone to orgasm with her perfect body.

Shake, Shake, Shake...

'There it is.' She moaned just as the man released his pent up load and painted her black skin white. He didn't stop after the first few spurts, he kept going. His drink had long since spilled all over the couch, but he didn't care.

"Choco, you're just what I needed."

"Having trouble?" Choco Orange had turned around again, she slipped out of her bra and let her massive breasts spill out before wrapping them around the man's cock and gently squeezing, laying down kisses on the tip as she licked up the cum that remained. The softening dick quickly became hard again.

"It's this recruitment gig, ever since Samus disappeared it's been hell trying to get enough bounty hunters to deal with the big missions and my boss has been all over my ass about it." He could have sworn Choco stopped for a fraction of a second, but it was just his imagination. No way could an experienced whore and stripper like Choco Orange falter like that.

Choco's technique and curvy body saw the man cum two more times before he was completely exhausted yet extremely satisfied. As the man lay in a state of bliss and Choco was slowly dancing around the pole to sensual music she couldn't help but ask.

"So what's the deal with this Samus chick?"

"She is a famous bounty hunter, but no one has heard from her since she told the federation she was going on vacation. The pirates have gone out of control ever since she went quiet and we don't have any other bounty hunters as qualified as her. The inner regions of the federation are fine thanks to the military but things out here in the rim are getting rough." The man eventually recovered from his stupor and went for another round before his time ran out.

When he left Choco's sultry face turned serious.

'Shit, have I really been away for so long?' Even hearing someone use the name Samus threw Choco Orange for a loop. She had completely immersed herself into her new identity and embraced it as her new life. But hearing the effects Samus' disappearance caused stirred feelings in her that the perverted Stripper had long forgotten. 'I gotta find a way to fix this, but aint no way I'm giving up on being Choco Orange for that.'

She smirked.

Yes, that could work, but she would have to ask her AI if he was able to do it. Later though, for now she had a shift to finish. Choco didn't let her worries stop her from giving the club's patrons an unforgettable show, and neither did it stop her from beating the club owner's men within an inch of their lives when they attempted to **** her to stay. They had looked so surprised when the brainwashing collar she let them snap around her neck did nothing. She wasn't stupid, the AI had already made her immune to every method of mind control these low-lifes could muster before she started performing in person.

"That will cost you extra sweetie." She told the club owner as she added a few zeroes to her paycheck while the ugly man shuddered after having witnessed his strongest men being easily beaten by a thick stripper in platform heels. Following that Choco left the club through the back door and walked deeper into the alleys of the city. After making sure she was alone she sent a mental command.

'Teleport me back home.'

'Yes, mistress.'

Choco Orange disappeared in a bright blue light, leaving behind a deserted alley and a few shocked cats.