Alone in a Futa stripper’s room

You’re straight, so why is there a chub growing in your boxers?

Your roommate is a Futa stripper prostitute who wants to keep you around so she doesn’t have competition. That actually doesn’t sound so bad, she has a reason not to corrupt you. But she does give out enough “freebies” to impact her business. This can work... right?

You’d be a lot more comfortable about this risky arrangement if you weren’t hiding a full on stiffy right now. She’s at work and you’re the only one in the house, you could look around her room and no one would be the wiser. But you really shouldn’t.

You leave to find your room.

When your car is fully unpacked hours later you find that you’re both tired and bored. Your playstation takes care of that no problem! Though after a couple of hours you’re tired of that too. You turn it off. You glance out of your door and you can see the light from her room is still running across the hall. She’s wasting electricity. You’ll help her conserve energy you’re considerate like that. Well really, you’re sharing utilities, you’re pretty sure, so it’s not just for her. You’re saving yourself money too. It’s the economic thing to do. You should go to her room.

You’re outside her room, you’ll just flip the switch from outside. You reach in and slide your hand along bare wall, where’s that damn switch? There’s no switch, it looks like you need to go in. You open the door wider and step into her lair. You look for the source of the light, but you can’t help but notice other things in the room. It feels like you’ve just stepped into the red light district, the decor has a decidedly red and black theme going on. A padded black X is bolted to the wall, it looks heavy duty, chains and leather cuffs hang from the ends. There’s a swing, but not the kind that you’d find at a park. She has an oddly shaped couch that sits low to the ground curving so that it’s higher on one end. You trip, ahh! And catch yourself by grabbing a vertical pole. What was that?

You look down there is a circular platform raised a couple inches off the ground, sprouting from the center is a metal pole that connects with the ceiling. A stripper pole, she has her own pole. While you’re looking up you notice the cool shine of a mirror, mounted on the ceiling. Your eyes drop a vertical line and find themselves on her bed. A chain coils it’s way through a solid wooden headboard with velvet handcuffs connected at the end. She has a couple of photos framed on the walls too, they are...

They are more than you can take! You flee the room lights forgotten.