Off to work, while Steve experiments with the gun

After you gave Steve a fantastic blowjob and happily swallowed his delicious cum, it was time to head off to work. You really love your life, with a work that perfectly suits you and your body, and pays well, and Steve at home to have fun with when you are bored or feel needy. After taking a quick mint, you are ready to go, taking your casual clothes on with a jacket on top.

The club doesn’t enforce strict clothing as long as it is sexy enough and easy to take off, so you are fine going clothed as is, which is a great thing, as it means you don't have to waste time changing clothes. You do, however, need to put a bra and miniskirt on, as to not give the costumers too much a view before the money starts flowing.

You arrive on time to work, which satisfies your employer, who orders you to get on stage after he gets a good look of your body and choice of clothing, which you quickly do. You love showing off your fantastic body, and quickly fall into a natural rhythm. As the money starts to come in you erotically dance around the pole, blowing kisses to costumers and giving them views of your private areas as your clothing slowly makes its way to the floor. You gradually become hornier as you are more and more exposed to the costumers, and you feel their eyes on your naked skin. You had to admit, one of the reasons you chose to work there is that you are a bit of an exhibitionist, and being seen naked gives you great pleasure and makes you horny as hell.

By the time you are fully naked and dancing around the pole and giving costumers clear views of your large breasts and shaved pussy you are dripping wet, and your arousal is clear to anyone, one of the reasons you are one of the favorite girls at the club, and you pull in massive amounts of cash. Today you pulled in even more than normal because of your clothing selection, fantastic moves and the clear arousal in your face, which seems to attract a ton of costumers. However, your arousal needs dealing with, so once your performance is done, you head to the backstage and have a good, long, masturbation session thinking about Steve's cock and how he will fuck you when you get home from work. The manager had once tried to get you to work on his brothel, but your loyalty to Steve led to you rejecting the idea. You couldn't fathom being disloyal to Steve. So, without his dick, the best you can do is use your own hand, and soon your lewd moans fill the backstage.

After you have numerous orgasms your arousal is finally dealt with, at least for the moment, so you put your clothes back on and head out to give another glowing performance, the thing in your mind being how well Steve will fuck you when you get home at the end of your shift.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Steve was holding the gun in his hands. He was still very interested in the little trinket, despite not being able to remember clearly what it had done. He had a faint memory of Marcy being a naughty schoolgirl with Asian traits, but he dismisses it as a dream as he wonders on whom to use the gun on.

He decided to not use it on himself, at least not at first, in case anything bad happened. But that gave him the issue of finding an actual target. Deciding to leave the apartment, he quickly ran into the perfect target. Bryant Hasson, a typical jock who lived in the apartment above his, and was always trying to hit on Marcy, annoying Steve to no end. He seemed to be distracted, so Steve took the chance.

Somehow, he subconsciously knew how to use the gun, so he thought up what he wanted Bryant to become. He loved being with Marcy, but that didn't mean he didn't have other fantasies, and if it did nothing the least he would get would be mild disappointment. With that in mind, Steve shot the gun directly at Bryant, who was enveloped in a bright light that startles Steve. When the light faded, Steve saw that, to his shock, it had worked.