Hell Yes!

You run your finger across your soaked folds and give it a little suck. “I’m always ready, thanks to you.”

Ms. Devlin laughs.

You follow her through blackened double doors.

The first thing to hit you is the smell. It smells like urine, sweat, and sex. It makes your mouth water.

It is crowded and Ms. Devlin and you draw stares. You can’t help but pose sexily. You let your massive tits bounce as you walk.

The two of you take seats.

You look about, admiring the dancers. Many are soulless and hot. Some still have souls. As you look to the main stage the announcer comes on.

“Now on the main stage, Felicity Lickes.”

A thin, big breasted, soulless girl cartwheels onto the stage. She begins to shake what she’s got. You feel the lust in the room build as she moves like a professional.

A thin attractive, small breasted, brunette waitress timidly approaches the two of you.

“Would…would you…like anything to drink?”

You are about to say no, when Ms. Devlin interjects.

“Yes, two shots of your most expensive bourbon.”

As the waitress leaves, you query. “Why? We can’t get drunk.”

“I’m not after a buzz, Maya. I’m after a soul.”

You are puzzled by the comment, but you lean back thrust out your knockers and enjoy the glances you are getting from the crowd.

Felicity finishes on stage and heads into the back. A few minutes later you see her walking toward your table.

“Ashley, it’s so nice to see you.”

You realize she is talking to Ms. Devlin.

“Felicity, this is my new TA, Maya. She’s an amazing fuck.”

You grin, you know you are. “Nice to meet you, Felicity you have some nice moves.”

“I’d better. I sold my soul to Ashley for them and this smokin hot bod.”

“Felicity used to be one of my students.”

“Fuck yah, this is so much better though. And, you two are really stirring up the crowd. My special ‘dances’.” She gives you a wink. “Are going to be in heavy demand. I’m going to be raking in the money tonight.”

Ms. Devlin, Ashley, grins. “Always happy to help.”

“Oh, I have to go. I’ve got a customer waiting to get sucked off.”

She prances away toward a back room.

The waitress returns with your drinks.

As she puts them on the table, she whispers. “Did you really help make Felicity so hot?”

“Yes.” Ashley purrs. “Why do you asked?”