Punky Patrols the Club

Patroling the ball room the corrupting ****, and corrupted environment grew more potent in its grip over Punky.

Less and less seemed off, or wrong, and if anything it was questioned why it wasn’t done sooner.

Or more often.

Punky was so distracted she hardly noticed as her turn on stage was up.

Legacy slipping down off the stage next to Ariana.

Peter barely noticed as he thrust one last hard time into Nina, rushing to cum before smacking her ass. “Get out there!” He promptly commanded the naked stripped as she was still recovering from the euphoric daze of being fucked at work, the corrupted cock's cum further tainting her.

“I… I can’t just go out there!” Nina replied standing upright, questioning the strange momentary imbalance of her freshly developed tits and ass as Peter rushed to queue up Nina’s most recent song set.

“Look, Legacy just bailed, and Punky isn’t here to go. I have an empty stage and a crowd on fire for the women on it.” Peter remarked pausing to grab both Nina’s shoulder and steer her towards the stage entrance.

“She’ll kill me if I take her place.” Nina paused Peter assertively staring her down.

“She isn’t here, we don’t hold the stage for people. Get that naked ass out there, and make some real money.” Peter commanded, his hand grabbing Nina’s arm as she turned to quickly clean herself before going on stage. “Don’t. I want to see you lick any cum you spill off that stage.”

With that the curvy Latina hijacked the stage. Her sheepish disposition slowly displacing as she grabbed the cleaning bottle and a rag. With the first stroke of the pole with the rag a new bravado over took Nina. Feeling flush as she returned the bottle just off stage she mindlessly misted herself with the cleaner, barely pausing to question why she would do that before losing herself to its alluring scent.

Nina boldly strutted out onto the stage, proudly feeling the recently deposited cum dribble down the inside of her legs.

While Nina earlier that night had failed to snag lap dances, and lingered at the bar sipping on corrupted drinks her mind drifted. Nina had spent a half hour playing with herself in the staff washroom before feeling inspired by over hearing Punky threaten Peter.

But she didn’t suck Peter off to get moved up on the roster to hit the stage. She promptly ditched her clothing and mounted him, relishing the feel of a cock in her pussy as Legacy danced to a queued song list.

Nina felt a strange euphoria over take her as she felt the increased sway of her body, the strangely radiant pole driving her even wilder with unexpected lust and passion. Nina was barely recognizable to anyone who knew her. Her own feeling of inadequacy and self loathing having accelerated the Idol’s corrupting influence on her body. The corrupting clothes she had last discarded no longer able to enclose the figure she now bore.

A cup breasts were now as large as her head, her flaring hips bearing a similarly inflated ass giving the formerly slender and flat girl wasp like contours. As Nina ground her clit against the pole and leaned back, she found herself even more in need of a fucking, she debated how far to go. Licking her lips at the action occurring in the front row.

Ariana was mouthing at the crotches of the guys standing over her in perv alley, pawing at their hard ons and reminding them the show was on stage each time one of them went to tug on her hair, or grope her. Legacy reminding the boys huddling around Ariana they could only look, and not touch. As she grabbed and guided Ariana’s face around against their crotches between glances at the Latina behind her on stage crawling down on all fours across the first guy to lay on stage during the set.

It no longer mattered that he didn’t have a bill in his mouth. If Nina hadn’t crawled down to dance on him, Legacy or Ariana would’ve gladly climbed up.

Punky smirked at the antics, feeling torn about half regretting impeding Ebony as she averted watching Steve talking to her.

Looking knowingly at Skye as Skye’s hand kept busy in one customer’s lap, the stripper smiled back with glowing pink lips, before an equally vibrantly coloured tongue stuck out and licked suggestively at Punky before Skye turned back to the man she was seated with. Whispering in each other’s ears and gazing towards Ebony.

Looking over Punky caught the tail end of a customer licking a shot as it was gently pour down across Violet’s stomach, the emptying test tube nestled nicely on the center of the glowing red jeweled bra as it was tipped upwards. The customer’s tongue traveling up and lapping at the strap between the bra cups before being pushed back, Violet grabbing her empty rack of test tube and dancing alluringly toward toward bar to refill them.

Coming up on Crystal and Destiny, Punky paused in surprise. The two strippers moaning and taunting each other between licks and finger fucking one another. Punky watched and listened amongst the circle of cheering guys gathered around the table the two occupied.

“GO ON!” Destiny screamed, “Beg one of ‘em to do it. To break the rules.” Destiny then moaned before diving hungrily back into the muff above her face delighting as Crystal moaned skyward in ecstacy. The Thai beauty was already rejuvenated into looking 20 years younger, her tan skin glistening with sweat as she squirmed in pleasure beneath the tiny white girl atop of her.

“GAWD!” Crystal’s voice raised in pitch as she panted heavily after screaming out. “Fuu…ck….” Gazing towards the guys, many rubbing the bulges in their pants Crystal’s eyes needily pleaded. “Throw some cash down, make her ask to get FUCK! ddd…” Crystal trembled in orgasm, arching her back, questioning how many times she’d cum already.

The scrawny blonde herself was looking like she was barely 19, her flabby looking C breast jiggling beneath her with the volume of the perfect double D breasts they’d become. Crystal’s fading bleached hair was black at the roots, with some strips of the glossy straight hair now streaked fully black. Gazing over her shoulder Crystal's eyes locked on one guy with his hand in his pants.

"Well, share it with the class." Crystal mocked before moaning and screaming as Destiny advanced their tongue and fingers on Crystal's wet pussy. "Show us your cock, smack it on that bitch's face until she can't help but mouth it." Crystal then added, her voice dripping with perverse need before diving down and provoking screams and moans out of Destiny.

Watching them go made Punky feel fidgety, strange emergent idea or sucking some cocks right here pulled on her mind, relieving the pressure the audience was feeling at they were teased, and tempted by the display before them. Gazing at the men around her Punky contemplated just reaching out, a teasing touch, a stroke, an invite to meet in the parking lot for anyone brazen enough to entice her with a nice package. That would side step the rules wouldn't it? Breaking them having its own arousing allure though.