Chastity was sitting down hunched over the desk writing furiously. She was trying to finish this paper before her shift started and she was so close. There was a knock and someone opened the door, "Chastity..." It was Mark, the manager, "Christ, Chastity why are you naked? We've been over this."
Chastity rolled her eyes, "Yes we have. You know I need permission to get dressed. Instead of insisting I don't, wouldn't it be faster to just believe me and work with me?"
Mark sighed, "Fine. Whatever. You have permission to get dressed, let's go, you are on in 5!"
Chastity hurried to get ready. Once she was done she looked at herself in the mirror. Fuck she was hot. If only she could do something about it, it had been forever since she'd indulged in an orgasm. Sure, she needed permission, but it wasn't hard to find looking like she did. The only issue was that she truly, truly, hated stripping. She needed to keep her IQ high to graduate early, and she was well on her way.
The door burst open again, "Are you checking yourself out? Seriously?" Mark slapped her ass, causing her to moan, "Get the fuck out there and shake those oversized tits."
"Yes sir." Chastity hurried onstage. It turns out that once she got used to her new body, she was an excellent dancer. She might even have enjoyed it. Except that she discovered a secret about herself. She was pretty sure it wasn't part of the game, that it had been there all along. She was an exhibitionist. Shaking her tits for all those horny guys...it just really turned her on. That was a problem for a woman who needed to be slapped around to cool down and couldn't cum without losing her mind, literally.
It hadn't taken much convincing, but she'd arranged with management to let guests touch her in the VIP rooms. She just had to get through this dance, catch some guys eye, then take him to the back so he could slap her tits until she calmed down. Fuck, what a life.
She'd even made up with Brenda, or at least she thought she had. As her IQ had grown, so too had her utility for her ex-girlfriend. At first she just look into what Brenda was working on and casually drop hints that she could help, but now Brenda was outright coming to her. She'd all put guaranteed her a position at her lab once she completed her undergrad. If Brenda was willing to work and live with her the past must just be water under the bridge.
Her only real complaint was her love life, or lack thereof. As a lesbian who couldn't talk without permission and worked at a strip club where she let men grope her...well, it was a hard sell. She was just hoping things would turn around once she could finally quit her job. If not...she thought she might be able to convince Chloe and Brenda into a threesome.
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