Heat

While Dan and most of the cast participated in the BP Event, a particular blonde woman hobbled back toward her suite. The night prior had been glorious, but it definitely had taken its toll on Tori. So, as she told her lover earlier, she planned on resting back in her suite rather than partake in the optional game that seemed dubious at best to her. Plus, she got a chance to check in on her pseudo-little sister after her first big day on the job. Two stones with one bird.

As Tori scanned her keycard and entered her suite, to her surprise, the main room was shrouded in near-complete darkness, even though it was nearly noon. She began turning on lights as she rounded the corner that led to Sam’s room, which remained dim despite the numerous lights now dispersing the darkness, which made sense as the younger woman had her heavy curtains drawn tight, denying any attempt of sunlight to seep through.

"Sam?" Tori called, a hint of worry tingeing her voice.

A muffled groan emerged from the bed. Tori's gaze snapped to the source of the sound, and there she found Sam, huddled under the covers like a cocooned butterfly. Her hair was mussed, and her face bore the marks of a sleepless night.

Tori felt a pang of sympathy for Sam, not knowing just how late the younger woman may have been out due to her new job. “Sam? It’s almost noon. Are you alright?”

A fire lit in Sam's red and puffy eyes as her cheeks puffed out into a pout. “...It’s your fault…”

“E-Excuse me.” Tori looked on in confusion. “Sam, what are you talking about?”

Sam’s face grew red as a blush deepened across her features. The memories of the night prior crept back into her forethoughts despite the efforts she put in to suppress them.

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Sam stood before the full-length mirror in the strip club dressing room, fidgeting with the new “appendages” that Brook had her wear with her so-called “uniform.”

"Uhm, Boss, are you sure about this uniform?" Sam asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Brook leaned against the wall with a grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. She regarded Sam with wide, sparkling eyes. "Absolutely, Puppy! You look like a total knockout! Dan won't know what hit him!"

Sam sighed, her cheeks flushing a bright shade of red as she adjusted the barely-there brown bikini top that left little to the imagination. Her stocking-clad thighs rubbed against one another as she nervously shuffled in place. However, the most striking part of the outfit was the adornments that Brook insisted she add. For someone who suddenly donned the nickname “Puppy,” it was only fitting that the bodacious little sister had a pair of flappy dog ears matching a fluffy tail that magically blended into her body. Lastly, on her pretty little neck bore a leather collar in which a small metal tag hung that had two simple words etched into it.

Master’s Puppy.

"But isn't this a bit... too much?" Sam mumbled, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for some sort of sartorial salvation.

Brook giggled, waving her hand dismissively. "Nonsense, Puppy! Every one of my girls needs a knockout outfit, regardless of if they are in front of guests. Besides, Dan is going to love it when he comes on by! His perfect little sister will be his perfect little puppy, ain’t that right?"

Sam wryly chuckled at Brook's infectious enthusiasm. After a small tour of the club facilities, Sam was excited when her boss said she had the perfect uniform for her! She’d never had a real job before, so the prospect of having a pretty girl like Brook pick something “perfect” for her put a smile on the coeds face. Now, she was regretting that. As much as she thought it was funny that her friends always called her the golden retriever of the group, she didn’t want to dress like one!

“Now then, come along, Puppy. Let’s introduce you to some girls before it's showtime.” Brook turned to leave the dressing room and Sam, without a choice, obediently followed. “Since it’s your first night, I won’t have you here late. Just long enough to see a couple of the girls in action. I’m sure you’ll love to see that.”

The brunette’s fake dog ears perked up at the thought. ‘Strippers in action!? Hell yeah!’

Brook giggled as she watched her newest employee’s magically attached tail wag to and fro. As the duo entered the dimly lit main stage area, soft synth music could be heard from the various speakers spread across the room. Sam’s eyes wandered about until she settled on the sight of the two figures moving about the main stage. One stretched her exceptionally limber body while the other continued swinging about her pole as though she was in another world. Sam was both surprised and disappointed that her supposed coworkers weren’t in some sort of provocative get-up like herself. Instead, they were wearing relatively simple sports bras and yoga pants as if this were just another trip to the gym.

“Destiny! Cherry! Come on over and meet your newest little sister!” Brook shouted over the music, startling the girls out of their practice.

“Jeez BB, don’t startle me like that.” The newly named redhead sighed as she dropped from her pole. She looked toward her partner and added, “Just about gave Destiny a heart attack, too.”

Destiny silently yet vigorously nodded in agreement.

Brook stuck out her tongue and gave her apology as the two approached the edge of the stage to meet their Boss. “Sowwie, but I really, really wanted to show off our latest hire. Meet Puppy!”

Cherry’s eyebrow rose. “Puppy? Is that your stage name or your real name?”

“Oh, uh, I. No! I mean, Hi I’m Sam! Short for Samantha… I think?” Sam was tongue-tied with these uber hotties talking to her like this.

“Oh, so it’s your stage name then, huh?” Cherry sighed in relief before looking annoyed. “Glad to hear you don’t have a shit master who overwrote your real name with some cutesy pet name.”

Sam furrowed her brow. “Dan’s not shit! My bro is awesome.”

“So your brother is your master then?” Cherry’s face contorted into a grimace as she scoffed. “And you still defend him even though you’re here. Poor little girl. Thrown away like the rest of us.”

Sam began to shout. “He didn-”

“Puppy here actually is in the middle of her season as we speak.” Brook interrupted before things could escalate further. “Workin’ here is part of her recent transformation, you see. In fact, her “Bro” wanted to do all he could to stop her from even stepping through our doors.”

Cherry’s face then looked as if she had swallowed a bug. “So he loves her still, huh? Better pray it lasts, Puppy.”

Without another word, Cherry turned around and left for the backstage area. A sigh came from Brook as she rubbed her forehead. “Destiny, please go check on her. You know how she gets when she’s in one of her moods.”

The blue-haired dancer nodded in agreement and silently chased after her coworker. Brook once again sighed as she addressed Sam. “Sorry ‘bout that, Sam. Cherry’s had a rough go of it. Please try to get along with her.”

Sam pouted. “Maybe as long as she doesn’t bad mouth my brother. What’s her deal anyway?”

“Damn, I kinda wanted to avoid this until later, but whatevs. Follow me.” Brook then led Sam down toward a corner booth and gestured for her to take a seat. “You see Puppy. Pretty much all of my employees are former contestants on Harem Hotel.”

Sam's eyes went wide. “Woah, so they all used to be guys?”

Brook snorted. “No, Sam. Not every season is like yours, you know? Yours is the exception, remember?”

“It is?” The airhead tilted her head.

“God, you’re adorable.” The green-haired club owner giggled as she leaned over and scratched behind one of Sam’s “fake” dog ears. Which in no way caused Sam to bounce one of her legs uncontrollably. That Brook could see anyway. “But yeah. Since they used to be contestants, they each have their own set of TFs they’ve been dealing with. Fortunately, most of them have become tamer over time, but some still affect the heart, ya know.”

“Ooh, what kind of TFs do they have?” Sam asked with a sparkle in her eyes.

“Well, you see, Cherry has one that releases sweet-smelling pheromones that temporarily boost the arousal of the folks she's dancing for. A rather sweet one if you ask me.” Brook giggled at her own joke. “Destiny, on the other hand, can change her body shape based on the desires and fetishes of those she focuses on.”

“Woah, wild,” Sam spoke in awe.

“It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, though.” Brook frowned. “While Cherry can only feel any sort of arousal in public environments, Destiny literally cannot speak if she doesn’t have a dick in her.”

Sam didn’t know what to say to that. “That’s…”

“Wild, huh?” Brook gave the brunette a small smile. “If only that were the worst of it. Their beloved Master abandoned poor Cherry and Destiny. Like old toys, he tossed them away, broken and unloved.”

Sam bit her lip. “Is that why she said those things about Dan?”

“Pretty much. Masters and those who claim to defend them are disgusting to her. To her, there's no such thing as a “good” Master, only hypocritical demons who will do whatever they want to those who claim to love them. Unfortunately, she’s not the only one who thinks like that either. Most of the girls here share similar backstories as her. Tossed away like yesterday's news.”

Sam felt like she wanted to cry. “That’s awful.”

Brook smiled at her companion. “But that’s why I built this place. So that those discarded and unloved people could come together and start over. I’ll give them a home and all the love they deserve. So, again, I ask you to please try to get along with her. Maybe you and Dan can show her and the others that Masters can be good people, too.”

Sam nodded, “Will do, Boss! We’ll blow them out of the water!”

“Good girl.” Brook scratched Sam’s head again. ‘Maybe you will.’

The two continued to talk for a while until Brook decided to continue introducing some of her fellow staff to Sam. Walking up to the main bar, Sam couldn’t help but whistle in appreciation of the sight before her. Handling the bar was a sexy, light brown-haired MILF who was covered in tattoos. She wore tight leather pants and a corset to match, which only further attributed to the biker-slash-milf vibe she had going on.

Unaware of Sam’s plight, Brook continued to introduce the two to each other. “Sam, meet Terri. Terri, meet Sam. Terri is our head bartender and master mixologist. You’ll likely be training with her for a bit tonight before we send you home.”

“Hello!” Terri smiled and waved at her fellow brunette.

“H-hi.” Sam demurely waved back. ‘I get to spend all evening with her!? Score!’

“I’m going to leave you two for a bit to get to know each other. Need to get a few things done before we open in a bit. Terri, go ahead and show her some of the basics. I’m sure you two will get along swimmingly, considering how much you two are alike.” Terri nodded in agreement, confusing Sam. “We’ll be bouncing her between you and Star starting tomorrow, so no worries if you don’t get a lot covered. I’ll check on you in a bit, Puppy, so do me proud!”

Sam shook off her confusion and saluted. “Yes, ma’am!”

With a final wave, Brook left the two behind and retreated to her office.

“So Sam, what do you know about mixing drinks?” Terri asked as she leaned forward on the counter to speak with Sam, inadvertently giving the younger woman a splendid view down her corset.

Sam’s mind froze as she tried her hardest not to stare. “Uhhhh… you take rum and put coke in it?”

The older woman chuckled. “Well, that’s one way. What else you got?”

“You, uh, put the lime in the coconut?” Sam questioned before singing the rest of the phrase out. “Then you shake it all up?”

“Not quite, hun.” Terri laughed, doing wondrous things to her chest. “And I’m pretty sure the song says drink it all up.”

Sam looked shocked. “What! No way! We used to sing it all the time.”

“Mandela Effect, Hun.”

Sam tilted her head in confusion. “I never played that game series, though.”

Terri wiped a tear from her eye after laughing. “Aren’t you just precious? Looks like we have some major work to do then. Let’s see… let’s start you off with something easy. Oh! Ever have a Screwdriver before?”

Sam’s eyes sparkled. “Totally!”

Terri went on to show off several simple and easy-to-make cocktails that even Sam couldn’t fuck up. Not that she didn’t try. Halfway through her Mixology 101 course, Sam remembered something Brook had said that confused her.

“Hey, Terri, what did Brook mean when she said we were a lot alike?” She asked while shaking her cocktail shaker around.

The older woman thought for a moment. “Hmm, oh, that. You see, I’m like you in that I used to be a man. Not that remember that time, however.”

Sam almost dropped her shaker when her jaw hit the floor. “But you’re like an uber hottie!”

Terri giggled and gave her junior a hug. “Why, thank you! Staying this beautiful is quite a chore, though my transformations do help in that regard.”

Before Sam could question further, Terri took on a reflective expression. “You see, I was the token man from my season. The wingman they tried to make me. But you know how the audience is. If there is a way to take away a dick, they’ll vote for it. So, my time as a man on the show was short-lived. My memories of that time didn’t last much longer. Frankly, I'd have no idea unless someone mentioned that I used to be a man. To me, I’ve always been Terri. Unfortunately, my Master disagreed, and I was eliminated because he couldn’t see past our past together.”

“I’m sorry…” Sam let out a small voice.

“Don’t be Hun! I’m perfectly happy where I’m at now.” Terri hugged the teary-eyed girl tighter. “That’s all in the past. This club is my home, and my coworkers are my family. Which means… You’re part of us now.”

Sam meekly nodded along, dangerous thoughts now plaguing her mind. ‘Dan wouldn’t do that to us, right? I-I’m his sister. He won’t throw me away… Right?’

Sensing the inner turmoil, Terri raised Sam’s chin so they could look into each other's eyes. “Now, now, chin up, Hun. Despite what I’ve been through or what Cherry may preach to you, there are good Masters out there. Your brother seems like a great guy. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.”

Sam replied with a gentle smile. “Yeah… You’re right. Dan’s the best!”

“Good to hear.” Terry gave one last squeeze before releasing her junior and returned to teaching her a few more drink recipes.

As the sun began coming down, several more employees started showing up, which caused the venue to become much more lively. Sam may have split her drinks a few times while watching several dancers stroll by in skimpy outfits. It was ironic, considering Sam herself was wearing one of the more exotic and revealing outfits in the room. Around this time, Sam began feeling something… different, like a heat in her belly that was only growing by the minute.

“Puppy, are you alright?” Brook asked when she came by to announce that the club would open to the public soon.

Instead of answering, Sam continued to breathe erratically instead of answering while her face grew three shades of red. The heat was beginning to become unbearable. Her legs trembled as they rubbed against one another. Her stiff nipples made themselves known through the fabric of her bikini top.

“Hun speak to us?” Terri panickily asked before turning to her Boss. “Is this a transformation?”

Realization dawned on Brook. “Oh no. She’s in heat.”

“In heat? I thought you said that her only other transformation was being tied… to… Oh.” Terri’s eyes widened as she turned to watch Sam begin to paw at her crotch. Her soaked crotch.

“Yup. Tori’s made her move.” Brook decided. “Okay, I’ll go get Diana to bring her home. Wait here.”

Brook took off toward the entrance, leaving Terri to face the practically moaning young woman.

“T-Terri… Aaahhn~! W-what’s happening?” Sam begged for an answer, her fingers digging in the cloth of her short shorts.

“I’m guessing you haven’t played with your new body yet?” Terri chuckled wryly as she rubbed her companion's back. “Figured that would be what most guys would do first.”

“W-wouldn’t you know then?”

“Hmm, did I?” Terri pondered. “Regardless, your body is trying to orgasm, but you can’t until a certain someone does first.”

“Huh!?” The pieces fell into place. “You mean Dan!?”

Terri nodded. “Mhm. He cums, you cum. And everything in between.”

A few moments passed in semi-silence until Brook returned with someone who could give Chloe a run for her money with how muscular she was.

“Diana, this is her. Mind bringing her back to the Hotel for us? Normally we’d wait it out but it’s prolly her first time.”

“Can do, Boss!” Diana saluted, flexing her oiled muscles along the way.

“Perfecto! Okay Sam, don’t worry about your hours. I’ll sign off on today. Just get home and maybe hang out in the shower till it’s all over or when you get used to it. Surely, they won’t last ALL night.”

Sam absent-mindedly nodded along, not realizing that she now had a muscle-bound babe now tugging her along.

“Wait!” Brook yelled out before the two could get far. The green-haired gal removed the dog ears and tail from Sam with a swipe of her hand. “Figured it might be best to take those off now. Leaving the collar, though, it’s cute. Now chop chop.”

Diana led Sam to the backlot where she kept her motorcycle and had Sam throw on her spare helmet and grab on before taking off toward the Hotel. As Sam hung onto the surprisingly soft biker chick from behind, she couldn’t help but feel her hips slide back and forth along the leather seat, moaning the entire way. Hopeful Diana wouldn’t be too mad.

The night quickly descended on the city around them as lights from the street lamps switched on. Fortunately, the drive only lasted a few minutes as the Club was situated a few blocks from the Hotel. As they pulled up to the lobby entrance, Diana helped her newest coworker off her bike and ushered her toward the elevator.

“Alrighty Kid, you heard the Boss. Just go cool off for a while, yeah?” Diana spoke gruffly yet with a kindness you wouldn’t expect. “I’ll properly introduce myself next time. And don’t worry about the bike; Got an autocleaning TF on my bad boy. Adios, Perrita.”

Jogging back to her bike, Diana drove off as the elevator doors opened for the young woman. The climb up to the nineteenth floor was excruciating for Sam, and as the doors slid open, she sprinted for her suite and dove into her bathroom shower after stripping off her “uniform.”

There, sitting on the floor of her running shower, Sam unabashedly began driving her fingers back and forth into her quivering pussy. Her hazy eyes could barely make out her puffy slit as her hand moved at lightning speed, attempting to soothe herself somehow. It didn’t work.

‘It’s not enough…’ Sam thought as her hand finally grew tired after minutes of vigorous work. The brunette stood up and looked around the bathroom, praying for something to provide an answer. That’s when it hit her. Sam sprinted across her suite and into her beloved pseudo-sister’s room without a second thought, leaving wet footprints every step. Sam had seen Tori “secretly” buy this when she wasn’t looking. She just prayed that she’d be able to find it before she descended further into madness.

Five agonizing minutes of searching and tearing through every nook and cranny of Tori’s room later, Sam had her prize. Sitting in the bottom of her underwear drawer was the sheathed, unused form of the legendary Masters' Sword. Trembling hands moved to remove the ornate scabbard only to reveal the eight full inches of girthy silicone. Sam never thought that a dildo would be any more to her than the butt of a joke, but now, it was a necessity. She returned to her place in her shower and placed the Sword on the tile floor. To her surprise, it instantly suctioned for maximum stability, finally allowing her plan's next step to fruition.

‘Sorry Tori, please don’t be mad…’ These were Sam’s last thoughts as she drove herself downward, impaling herself upon the sword.

Within an instant, Sam felt more full than she had her whole life. Whatever pain she would have typically experienced was washed away by the overwhelming lust and arousal she was experiencing. But it wasn’t enough. Simply sitting on it could never be enough. So she moved. Up and down, Sam began to bounce, pleasure coursing through her entire frame as the sword scrapped every nook and cranny of her. But it wasn’t enough. She shouted in frustration. “Damnit, DAMNIT, FUCK!”

Sam wouldn’t stop, however. Instead, she pressed on and began to rotate her hips while one hand explored the small nub on her groin and the other played with her bountiful breasts. Every movement felt like the sheer girth of the Sword would split her apart. She bit her lip. ‘T-this is what Dan is supposed to feel like!?’

An eternity passed like this, yet Sam continued to rut like this regardless. Until finally, she felt something different. A light at the end of the tunnel. Her movements hastened, long had her hands given up, leaving Sam only to have the direction of her hips as she twerked up, down, left, and right of the penetrating Sword to offer any relief. A climax was building; she was sure of it. And then, just as a certain someone finally released into the mouth of his beloved girlfriend, Sam too experienced the most tremendous orgasm of her life, the faces of her two most precious people guiding her there. “Aahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn~~~~!!!!”

Sam: +1 for Masturbation

Haze finally began to clear from Sam’s mind. Clarity returned as she could only hear the sound of the running water and her own heavy breathing.

Sam winced as she freed herself from the Master Sword and crawled to the side of the shower to sit against it. “Holy shit. That was wild.”

Peace temporarily descended upon the shower, with it relief that the ordeal had passed. Sam sighed in exhaustion, the prospect of heading to bed after she cleans up seeming delightful. That is until she felt the heat once again. Her heart stopped. Unfortunately for Sam, peace was never an option. Neither Tori nor Dan would be satisfied with just one go of it.

“Oh no.”

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AN: Howdy Howdy, struggled a bit writing this one because I actually didn't plan on doing this chapter yet! It just felt right though. Hope y'all enjoyed Sam's first night on the job and its climactic finish! Lastly, apart from Brook, all of the employee's presented in this chapter were ideas that the community over on our Discord came up with! If you ever have an idea for a character please feel free to reach out over on discord or submit a character on this custom form! See y'all next time!

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