Stacy and Amanda have some fun

"Where are we going?" Stacy asked as the two women walked in the streets, their hands carrying several bags of clothes. They had indulged themselves in the various shops, both of them buying several outfits. Stacy wondered if she’d be able to wear some of them in front of her mother. She was still angry after what’s happened on the Varko’s yacht and buying some daring clothes with her sexy 'auntie' Amanda was some sort of vengeance for her. They had made several people turn their heads, Amanda clearly enjoying the attention while Stacy was a little uneasy, but she gradually started to enjoy the stares. She was a little surprised that no one hit on them, not knowing that as Arman Varko’s guests, they had a special status. A lot of local people knew him or worked for him and they didn’t want to incur the wrath of the powerful man.

"Where are we going now?" Stacy asked as Amanda was guiding her toward a bar illuminated by several garish pink neons.

"It’s a surprise dear, Sofia gave me the address. On the yacht, your mother didn’t let you show your beautiful body, but here you can."

"Wait, is this a strip club ?!" Stacy exclaimed. Indeed, the young woman was stunned to realize she had let Amanda lead her in a place like that.

"Sofia gave me the address, she said it’s a good place to have some fun. And look, it’s amateur night! Do you want to participate with me?"

"I-I’m not sure I can," Stacy stuttered. "What if someone recognized me? And…"

"Trust me babe, you have this in you," Amanda interrupted her. "You have the body and I’m sure I can teach you a few things about dancing around a pole, just follow my lead." Grabbing the brunette’s hand, Amanda dragged her toward the dressing room. Stacy wondering if this could be the perfect revenge for what had happened earlier on the yacht.

***

"It’s amazing to see a strip club in a small city like this!" Kent said when he sat down. Arman Varko had invited Richard and Kent here for a drink, telling them the girls here were incredible. The two men didn’t know Arman was the owner of the strip club, his influence over the small city making him the real master here.

"Relax, Kent," Richard said, smiling at the busty waitress in front of him, "Helen won’t know anything about this, hell I’m sure she never set a foot in a strip club!"

"Amanda certainly did," Kent thought, remembering the earlier party at the Varko's house.

***

Stacy was amazed by the collection of raunchy clothing displayed in the closet, she had thought the items she bought before were daring, but these! Body-stockings made of fishnet or vinyl, parodies of nurses, cowgirl or maid costumes, garter-belts, whorish boots and heels, chokers, masks… the small club was surprisingly well-furnished and Stacy wondered if she’d look good wearing them.

She was about to choose a fishnet body-stocking and a g-string when Amanda stopped her.

"You can wear that later, trust me, right now I have the perfect outfits for us," she said, holding 2 masks and 2 costumes in her hands.

Stacy’s smile got naughtier as she saw these. "I see, in that case, I take this one", she said, surprising Amanda by doing so.

"Let’s get the party started," Amanda answered.

***

The lights dimmed momentarily as the disc-jockey announced, "Please give a round of applause for two lovely new contestants for our amateur night!" The crowd clapped and hooted loudly as Stacy and Amanda walked on stage.

Amanda had thought Stacy would wear the schoolgirl’s uniform but her little protege decided to switch the roles for tonight. The blonde woman was wearing a typical catholic schoolgirl outfit. The small tartan skirt was showing a good portion of her upper thighs and the white stockings she was wearing. A small white skirt was halfway buttoned, giving everyone a good look of her bountiful cleavage.

Stacy was wearing an outfit which made her look like some teacher or headmistress, albeit a very slutty one, an equally short skirt and a small jacket completed with black stockings an a pair of high heels.

Amanda grabbed the pole and started to dance, seductively moving her body around the pole as slowly ran her hands on her barely clad body. Stacy was more unsure, almost face-planting on the floor when she walked toward a pole. She watched the crowd, hoping no one could recognize her. Unbeknownst to her, Arman had already taken care of that. Waving his fingers, he cast a spell that forbade Kent and Richard to recognize the two women on stage, also forbidding the two dancing women to recognize the three men.

Gradually, Stacy took part in the lewd show, getting more confident, her clumsiness gradually gave way and soon she was moving sensuously around the pole, showing the crowd her firm tits when she removed her jacket. Her mind was in turmoil, swinging from nervous to exciting to turned on as she seductively walked toward the edge of the stage and allowed the ones closest to her to playfully stick even more money into her thong and bra, she even took some into her mouth.

Glancing at Amanda she licked her lips as she stared at the almost naked blonde gyrating on a pole, playfully pulling at the strings of her bikini while men were cheering her on. Amanda crawled on her hands and knees, stopping to let a few men slip money in her stockings. Stacy felt a rising heat engulfing her, lust, desire to dominate the blonde woman in front of her, to use her for her pleasure while the crowd watched. These foreign desires were becoming her own as Arman Varko’s dark curse took a stronger grip on her soul. She began to slither towards Amanda, her body undulating hypnotically, her smoldering gaze locked on the blonde’s tanned ass covered by a g-string.

"This naughty schoolgirl needs some punishment," she proclaimed, grabbing Amanda’s blonde hair. The crowd cheered and cried encouragements at the twist. Looking upward at Stacy, Amanda let out a scream when Stacy’s hand smacked her ass.

"Yes !" she cried, punish me, I’ve been a bad girl, a slut, Aaaahh," she exclaimed, loud smacks resonating between the beats of the music. She briefly wondered how the formerly shy young woman could have gained that much confidence, dominating her like this. Although she was more used to being the one in charge, she wasn’t going to complain, moaning as visions of herself being dominated and used for Stacy and Sofia Varko’s pleasure filling her mind. Unbeknownst to her, Stacy was having the same visions, luxuriating in the perverse ideas. When the music ended, both of them were naked, exposing their glistening cunts to the crowd, relishing the lewd hollers before leaving the stage.

***

Kent and Richard were still stunned by the torrid show they saw, fidgeting on their seats while their erect cocks were painfully pressing inside their pants. Arman smiled as he rose from his seat, perfectly calm as if he just assisted to a perfectly mundane show.

"Well my friends, I'm sorry but I have an important meeting to attend with one of my employees. You can enjoy the bar if you wish or return to the yacht, I will join you there later."

Leaving the two men, Arman walked through a door hidden behind a curtain, toward the small VIP room. He had enjoyed it several times before, 'testing' the skills of the strippers, with or without Sofia. But tonight he intended to see how far Stacy's corruption was progressing.

***

"Oh my god, what a rush!" Stacy exclaimed as she entered the small dressing room. The young woman's mind was a mix of lust, embarrassment and giddiness. She’d never thought she’d be able to strip naked in front of strangers. And the things she did to Amanda! She knew she should feel ashamed by her fantasies and her actions on the stage but she wasn’t. A growing part of her was starting to accept the depraved thoughts, to crave more pleasure, more power, the serious student was gradually giving way to a depraved whore, the corruption initiated by the Varkos finding fertile soil in Stacy.

Stacy shivered as she felt Amanda’s large naked breasts pressing on her back, the blonde’s hands circling her waist, resting a few inches above her mound. Stacy moaned, almost wishing the hands could move further down. She never desired a woman sexually before but being surrounded by so many beautiful ladies on the island was shaking all her beliefs. "I guess I’m bi," she thought, easily accepting it.

"Wow Stace, you were incredible, so sexy !" Amanda whispered in her ear, her warm breath sending shivers on her protegé. "Did you enjoy this as much as I did?" Amanda asked her.

"Yessss," she moaned. She felt her desires rise again, she knew she should feel ashamed of herself, it was totally against what her mother taught her. But she was happy, there was something about this place that was soothing her worries while inflaming her senses. She wasn’t really caring that just two days ago she would have been mortified to do something so depraved.

"Good girl," Amanda answered. "But there’s more if you want, someone is in the VIP room, waiting for two hot sluts like us to dance for him."

"The VIP room ?" Stacy asked, moaning as Amanda’s hard nipples pressed more on her back.

"Yes, in this room anything can happen. If the guy has money… or a big cock … then the only rules you apply are your own," Amanda whispered, her hands getting lower with each sentence until they rested on Stacy’s bare mons. "What do you think? Want to take this little game to the next level?"

"You know what ?" Stacy said, turning round as Amanda removed her arms, "Let’s do this, but this time I’m choosing our outfits."