Helen Parr visits the Strip-Club at which Violet works

Art by Oo_Sebastian_oO.

Mirage and Elastigirl sprang to life a little jerkily, a bit stiff from holding their awkward poses for so long. Helen mimed opening a door for Mirage. To them this was entirely real, right down to the smell of cheap booze from the strip club's bar. V-Licious knew her audience wanted a lengthy show so she was on her hands and knees licking her juices from the pole with exaggerated slutty enthusiasm. Helen and Mirage mimed looking for and finding a seat. The seat was actually a pile of scarlet cushions from the monorail car. Mirage sat first and Helen sat on her lap.

"Mirage had paid good money for Helen Parr's body. Helen was a lesbian prostitute, secretly selling herself to fund her daughter through college. Money her daughter had spent on strippers. Neither knew how the other was really making money. Helen loved whoring as much as Violet loved stripping. She'd never faked an orgasm for a client. Knowing she was getting paid got her off every time. She was a true slut too."

Mirage began to play with Helen's tits as Elastigirl began a sexy lap-dance atop the femme fatale. Both women watched Violet perform with growing arousal. Mezmerella's programming meant that the raven-haired heroine kept her back to them as Violet executed a standing front split to allow her audience to really get to know her shaved cunt.

"Shake your money-maker, whore," Mirage joked as Helen's lap-dance briefly slowed as her attention focused on the sexy slut on stage.

"I ought to charge you extra for public sex," Helen replied, also joking. Mirage responded by wriggling a finger under the edge of Helen's white leotard and worked just the tip of her finger into the hooker heroine's cunt. "Mmmm, maybe not. You did bring me to a great new place with some hot fucking meat."

Helen pulled the bottom of her leotard aside so that her jane could properly fuck her snatch.

"And as the friction against her beloved pole brought Violet close to orgasm, and as Mirage fed two fingers into Helen's cheap cunt their eyes finally met..."

Violet swung quickly around the pole, one leg around it the other outstretched almost horizontal to the stage, one hand on the pole the other flung wide. She landed on one knee with her leg still outstretched and put two fingers into her snatch. The other moved to her mouth with fingers once again in a V as she simulated oral sex. Then Violet saw her mom and froze. V-Licious wore nothing more than her ****-collar and in her mind she was finger-fucking herself in front of dozen's of women.

"But V-Licious's reaction was strange. She never knew why but she tossed some of the money from the stage at her mother."

Violet obeyed the narration, hypnotized to obey it without question. She grabbed unreal dollars and tossed them at her mother. Mirage obeyed her programming too.

"Goddess, that stripper's a hot slut," Mirage told Helen as she continued to piston her fingers in and out of the MILF's surprisingly tight wet snatch. Helen was so fucking easy her pussy muscles were already beginning to squeeze and milk Mirage's fingers. She didn't care. "And she's got the right idea. Dance with her and I'll double what she threw at you."

Mirage pulled her fingers out of Helen's cunt and pushed the whore off her lap. With a smack of Helen's partially bared ass she was propelled towards the stage.

"Helen was a greedy whore. She didn't hesitate to climb up on the stage and flaunt her body. To her this was an audition for a great deal more paid sex."

Her will enslaved and bound to the narration, Helen got up on the purple ****-field podium and strutted round, pulling at her leotard to show the imaginary audience first her tits through her boob window and then her leaking cunt. Just teasing at first, a brief peekaboo and then concealed again, but soon both tits were bouncing free and proud through her boob window. After a few circuits of the pole she was swinging around it. She stopped suddenly, in profile from Mezmerella's point of view, and she pressed her breasts against the pole. Violet was already there, boobs wrapped round the pole. They both felt a shock of forbidden pleasure as their hard nipples pushed into each other's soft titflesh.

"Mom, I didn't know you were a stripper!"

"I wasn't, Vi. Not until today. Not until you turned me into one!"

Violet couldn't help rubbing her clit against the pole as the erotic charge of those words exploded down her spine into her nipples and pussy. This close the pole smelt of Violet's sex and her daughter's reaction set Helen thrusting her hips into the pole too. Before long Elastigirl was on her hands and knees with her crotch rubbing against the pole and first one leg and then the other raised almost painfully high as Violet pulled her mother's thigh-high black boots off. Gloves followed and then Helen's leotard was around the belt at her waist and her tits were completely free.

"Mom, you're not a stripper till you have a stripper name. Hihi. I'm V-Licious."

Violet giggled, ignoring the fact her mom had almost finished exposing herself while dancing round a stripper pole.

"I'm sure you are, young lady," Helen could resist licking Violet's nipple. The pole was flavoured with Violet's pussy and metal, but pussy and flesh was far more delicious. Or even V-Licious. "I know just the name for me."

Helen strutted toward Mezmerella and the front of Violet's small purple ****-field stage.

"I'm devilishly divine," she announced loudly, "I'm Hell-en Heaven."

Then the hypnotized Elastigirl pulled her leotard down and off to reveal her obviously aroused pussy. She parted her legs a little and gyrated and thrust her hips to give her audience a good long sexy look at her whore-, no, her stripper-whore cunt.

What followed were mostly the same moves as Violet had just demonstrated, only with a second pair of tits or legs. But Helen worked her booty with incredible vigor. Her ass bounced, her bare butt gyrated and her sweat-glistening booty wiggled. It finally drove two of Mezmerella's fingers under the parting hidden beneath her belt and into her overheating pussy.

"Crazy with lust who knows what might have happened?" Mezmerella needed to end this quickly. She needed Helen's ass. "But Mirage had seen enough and now she wanted the body she'd paid for..."

"Helen, you ho. Get down here. I'm so fucking horny. And bring your friend."

Helen looked regretfully at Violet. They were both slick with sweat, though Violet skin was glowing more by far with exertion. The things they could still do on this stage. But she was a pro. A professional and a prostitute and Mirage was a regular. She climbed down from the stage, pulling at Violet's hand as she did so.

"Normally Violet would serve drinks topless after a show, but tonight she wanted to meet her mother's hot date."

Violet hesitated. There was still a lot of fucking money on the stage, or at least as far as her hypnotized mind was concerned there was. One of the other girls would gather up their clothes and Violet trusted them enough to know they'd only take a small cut of the money left on the stage. Fuck it! It wasn't every day she got to prance around a strip club with her mom, both of them naked like the horny sluts they clearly were.

As soon as Violet stepped off the purple ****-field podium it and the pole disappeared. None of the women caught in Mezmerella's hypnotic spell noticed the difference.

"Mmm, V-Licious, do you do private dances? I'm hoping for a really happy ending. I can pay. Just ask your new partner Helen. Hihi."

Violet looked like she didn't know how to react. Which was only natural as Mezmerella had left no programming for this question. And now her mistress was too caught up in pleasuring herself and remembering her ass-****'s gyrations to cover the gap.

"I- I-," Violet's dialogue had all been ad-libbed within Mezmerella's parameters but now her greedy stripper persona had to make a decision of its own. "I can give you a private dance. Fuck, I love it when women watch my tits and ass. Shower me in cash and I'll make it so you can't stop touching yourself."

Happy with the answer Mirage stuffed an imaginary note into Violet's garter. All three women saw a benjamin clear as day.

"Violet,” Helen exclaimed with smouldering lust, “I didn't know you were a whore!"

And with those words Violet's programming resumed and she knew exactly what she had to say and do.

"I wasn't. Not until now. Not until you turned me into one!"

Violet grabbed Mirage's hand and pushed one of her fingers into her cunt.

"Oh, yes! Fuck that's good. My whore cunt’s even sluttier than my stripper cunt. Follow me and don't let it out or I'll charge extra."

Violet moved off slowly, imagining she was leading the way to a private room but really just walking in a small circle. Helen slipped her own fingers into Mirage's cunt and followed their lead. They continued walking in a small circle while Mezmerella pulled herself together, and threw a surprisingly large number or cushions from the monorail car and on to the floor of the station. She kicked them about until they covered the area of a king-size bed and then stood in the middle of them to finally resume her narration.

"When they entered the private room, Mezmerella was waiting for them. They all recognised her at once. Violet knew her as the owner of the Sapphic Slut Shack. Helen and Mirage knew her as Helen's pimp. Enthusiastically the experienced whore and the new whore paid Mezmerella her cut. They knew they were her property and she could use them how they liked. She gave Mirage a dollar and that transformed her into a whore just like the others. And they fucked happily ever after."

Helen and Violet were already naked and kissing as Mezmerella mimed handing Mirage a dollar. Immediately the femme fatale was compelled by the narrative to become an obedient whore too instead of Helen's client. Mirage quickly took off her flimsy white dress which was all she still wore apart from her collar and helped her pimp Mezmerella undress.

Mezmerella's head dived between Helen's ass and the foursome began.