Break weekend: Sunday

“No,” Alice said.

“Come on,” Sugartits said. “You aren't the least bit interested in finding out?”

“Not really,” Alice repeated. The two were in the kitchenette of Alice's dormitory while she made popcorn in the microwave. Sugartits hovered over the electric stove with a gleam in her eyes. “Even if it worked, no pain doesn't mean no harm. What if you seriously hurt yourself and don't notice?”

“You and Liam are always so concerned. I'm sure the game is playing by rules of fun.” Sugartits said.

“Let me see your other hand,” Alice said. “The one that is still healing from last night?”

“Okay, that's different.” Sugartits said.

“How?” Alice crossed her arms.

“The ability said nothing about super durability.” Sugartits said. “That's on me for reading into it.”

“And your current ability says nothing about being fireproof!” Alice said.

“Yes but I am heatproof.” Sugartits said.

“You're immune to **** temperatures,” Alice said.

“Aka, heatproof.” Sugartits said.

“What if that only applies to pain?” Alice asked.

“What if it doesn't?” Sugartits shot back.

“Then nothing changes because how often do you need to be immune to heat?” Alice said.

“I could—” Sugartits started.

“What, be a superhero?” Alice said.

“I wasn't gonna say that,” Sugartits pushed back.

“You so were,” Alice said. With that the microwave started to beep. “Shit, I hope it isn't burnt.” She popped open the door and grabbed the popcorn.

“I'm doing it,” Sugartits said. As Alice turned around she turned on the electric stove and slammed her hand on it. She looked at it puzzled. “Is it on?”

Alice put her hand over the stove to feel the heat.

“Yeah,” She said. “You don't feel anything?”

“Nope,” Sugartits shrugged. Alice took Sugartits’s wrist and turned her hand to face them.

“Huh, no blisters or anything.” Alice said. “I guess you are immune.”

“Yes,” Sugartits pumped her fist. “I could so be a superhero.”

Most of the day went off without a hitch. Alice and Sugartits studied for a test, then went their separate ways. Sophia had an essay to do and spent most of her time doing that. Tina couldn't work on her math project so she just vegged out on TV. Eventually, the time came for the next challenge. Everyone piled into Liam’s car and he started to drive to the address they were given.

“So, should we talk strategy before we go?” Liam asked.

“Why would we do that? We're competing against each other.” Sugartits said from the passenger’s seat. She already looked like she was dressed as a stripper. A very tight tube top that read SLUT in rhinestones was across her chest and showed lots of underboob. Her legs were covered in black pants made of latex. She had chunky pink heels on that were almost too high for her to walk in with her little experience.

“I think it's a great idea to talk strategy,” Alice said. Tina squinted at her but no one noticed.

“Well I've been practicing dancing all weekend.” Sophia said. “That and my unnatural good looks should get me far.”

“Oh, I have a secret weapon.” Sugartits said, smiling.

“I frankly have no idea what I'm doing.” Liam said.

“Moooo,” Tina said.

“Good point Tina,” Liam said. They all looked at him.

“You can understand her?” Alice said.

“No, but I assume it must be nice to feel included,” Liam said. He turned the key in the ignition. “Now let's go.” He pulled out of his parking spot and started to drive to the local strip club.

If Earthly Delights was gigantic and fantastical, this strip club was claustrophobic and dastardly. It was a small hole in the wall with a slowly flickering sign of a woman laying on her side and lifting her leg up and down with some panties hanging off it. Another flickering neon sign was above the door and said “Devilish Delights.”

“Well,” Liam sighed. “Let's go.”

The five opened the door and walked in. The inside was even dingier than the outside. It was a small place with very close-together chairs. Middle-aged men littered the place as women half their age grinded on them just inches away from contact. A bouncer by the door saw them come in. He was a large bald black man with a thick neck and wide shoulders. He was built like a weightlifter in that he was somewhat fat but clearly had muscle underneath.

“IDs,” He grunted. The group fished them all out. Liam, being in the front, handed his first. “Liam Patel. You must be the ones that called ahead for amateur night.” He handed the ID back and moved to the next one. “Head to the back.”

Soon all of their IDs were checked and they headed to the back together. Once there, they saw a familiar face. There, in a corset, panties, and heels, was Didi.

“Hello!” She bounced on her feet and waved at the five of them. “Over here.” She beckoned them over. They walked up to her. “Welcome to Devilish Delights.”

“Didi? What are you doing here?” Sophia asked.

“Working, silly.” Didi said. “Now let's explain what's gonna happen. Come on.”

She turned around and started walking off. The five shrugged at each other and followed her.

“Here is where you're going to get ready,” Didi started again. They were currently walking through an area with lots of mirrors and lots of girls doing their makeup. “Some of the more regular girls and boys can help you. Pick any outfit you like.” She then continued walking past them to a curtain on the far side that seemed to lead to nowhere. “When you're ready just open this curtain and walk through. No need to wait for the others. You’ll have your own shifts.”

“So should we try to get ready quick to gain an advantage as the first one out?” Alice asked. Didi shook her head.

“Like I said you'll all have your own shifts. Walk through that curtain and you'll be on your own with a completely different clientele. Like magic.” Didi winked. “Take as long as you want to get ready. Well not too long. The club does close eventually. Also once you start your shift, that's it. You do your routine, you give out as many lap dances and private sessions as possible, and then once you leave the floor you can't come back.” The five looked at her and around the room. “What are you waiting for? Go!”

The five went their separate ways from there. Each of them tried getting help from a different group of strippers. Tina walked over to Didi.

“Moooo,” She said. Didi lifted her hands up.

“Sorry, I must be impartial. But I can assure you, the girls know what you need.” She said, and walked off.

Sophia was so worried. She didn't know how to dance that well and the others seemed so confident. She really didn't want another trap card. That being said, she was excited. This was possibly the only money she would ever earn again that didn't require fucking someone. Sure it was still sex work, but it was sex work she was much more comfortable with. Those nerves ended up with her being the first through the curtain.

Once the announcer called out her name, she got to work. She pranced around the pole a good amount before she went down and shook her ass against it. Then she started stripping. She shimmied her breasts while she slowly pulled down her shorts. She did a couple false starts where she flashed her thong-clad ass a little bit before picking her shorts back up. Once she pulled them all the way off she started shaking her ass, then she kicked the shorts into the crowd.

She spun around on the pole a little bit before sliding up and down it. She really didn't know how to work it. Still the crowd cheered and cheered.

Eventually she walked off the stage and started to do lap dances over the big tippers.

Sophia got a lot of private dances that night. Everyone wanted a piece of her. Likely because of her **** attractiveness.

Sugartits really didn't need the help. Not just because her plan didn't really require her looking good, but because she was already pretty dressed for the part. Still, she was new to makeup and the idea of people caking her in made her feel giddy. So she sat down and let them get to work.

“So what do you want dear?” One girl asked.

“Just make me look fuckable.” Sugartits said. “Super fuckable.”

“Subtlety must not be your strong suit, but that'll get you far here.” The stripper said. She grabbed some eyeshadow and started slathering it on.

Sugartits looked through the clothes they were supplying and decided against wearing any of them. They didn't look comfortable and it wasn't like what she was wearing wasn't slutty. It already fit her standards and those were the only standards she cared about.

She approached the curtain soon after Sophia. She took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome to the stage, Sugartits Cuntlicker!” She flinched at her full name. She really needed a nickname. Like this could not continue.

She didn't even sway her hips as she walked down the platform. She honestly didn't know how to. She still wasn't fully comfortable with this body. She didn't really know how to move in it. Still her giant breasts bounced with every step. She walked up to the first guy and bent down at the knee.

“Hey big boy,” She said seductively. “Give me your wallet.”

“Uhhhh,” He stammered. He took out a couple bills and handed them to her.

“No,” Sugartits said. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in. “I want all of your money” She said in her most intimidating voice.”

“Ahh,” He said when she let go. He fuddled with his pockets and grabbed the wallet. He was about to take out some bills when she just took it from him. She took everything in there and then threw it back at him.

“Thank you for your donation,” She said as she got up.

This is how her session went. She didn't take off a single piece of clothing or dance once. She just went around intimidating men until they gave up all their money, then said goodbye to them and their very confused erections.

Liam was so concerned about his dance. He felt it was so unfair. When they looked out at the strip club it was mostly men out there. Men receiving dances from attractive women. He might be attracted to everyone, but he knew the majority of men weren't. This put him at a massive disadvantage. Or so he thought.

The first thing he noticed when he walked through the curtain were the loud woos. Not their volume, their pitch. It sounded like a bunch of women were cheering for him. He looked around and yeah, it was mostly women. A couple guys but back in the original version of the strip club there was also a couple girls there. It seems like the genders had been completely flipped for him. He didn't think about it too hard.

He didn't know much about how to strip but he knew pelvic thrusts were a big part of it. So he did a lot of them. He grinded in a lot of women's faces, bent over a bunch to show his glutes, and shook his ass.

He wasn't very good so he didn't get a lot of private dances, but he did get some. The women were all over him. He really appreciated his attractiveness buff. When the timer hit he had made a pretty penny.

Tina was astounded that Didi was right. Everyone understood her. So she just kept talking and talking. It helped calm her nerves about exactly what she was doing.

“Moooo,” She said.

“Oh dear, that's awful.” One stripper said.

“Mooo,” She agreed. She could tell that they were getting kind of annoyed by her constant blabbering but she didn't care. It was just nice to have someone to talk to.

They scooted her off once they were done and she ended up one of the last ones at the curtain. She took a deep breath. Now was the time. She pulled back the curtain and walked through.

Lights hit her immediately. A voice boomed with her introduction.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” The voice started. “Please welcome to the stage, Tina Shirakawa!” Welp, there went any chance of anonymity. Hopefully no one she knew was going to be at a strip club on a Sunday night. Surely college kids had better things to do, right?

She slowly sashayed to the pole, taking long steps with her legs to show them off. She put a hand on it and paced around it once. Then she started stripping.

She started with her top that she shimmied out of. The crowd hooted and hollered. She didn't have much flair but she did have large breasts.

She picked up a bunch of tips during her routine but couldn't exactly offer one-on-one attention. Some guys directly asked and she nodded and mooed, but she knew she could have got more if she actually talked. In the end, she was disappointed with how much she made.

Alice did phenomenally. Not only was her routine practiced to perfection, but she also had a secret weapon. Whenever she brought someone to a private room, she “implied” she would do more for some extra cash. And pay they did. Who could pass up a chance to fuck an incredibly busty young college girl? It was all going her way until the timer went off for shift was done and she left her final private room counting her money. There she was greeted by Didi.

“Hello bitch,” Didi said. Alice didn't know why but she got the vibe that even if the degrading nicknames change wasn't in effect, Didi would call her that.

“Oh, hey Didi,” Alice said. “I was just about to leave.” She tried to walk faster but Didi got in her way.

“Yeah. About that,” Didi said. “You're sadly disqualified from the competition. We're measuring your skills as strippers here, not whores. You forfeit all of your earnings.” Didi snatched the bills from Alice's hand.

“Hey!” Alice shouted. Didi just continued.

“You will instantly get last place, and in addition, get a ‘super trap’ for your troubles.” Didi said, matter of factly. Alice gulped.

“What's a super trap?” She asked. Didi smiled.

“Well, I guess you'll find out tomorrow, won't you?” Didi said. “Now, please leave.”

“But, my clothes,” Alice pleaded. “And I didn't come here in my car.”

“NOW!” Didi shouted.

With that the room felt like it was shaking. Alice scuttled off to the exit without pressing the issue any further. For the first time since she got her compulsion, Alice was looking forward to drowning her sorrows in booze by going to a bar.

Author's Note: I'm not dead! Sorry about that. If you follow me you know that I've been working on a lot of other projects while this one has been sitting in the drafts. I actually got a decent amount of it done but I suck at writing strip club scenes. I don't know why I decided that would be the last challenge of this break weekend. Now that that's over I should be able to write a lot more clearly, but I still have other things to work on so no guarantees. I am so sorry I have been this long without an update.