Sam, Carly, Harry and you

You frown as you realise that Carly is staring across the room at a table in front on the rooms central dancing pole. It takes you a moment to recognise them. It’s Carl’s ex-girlfriend Samantha - but the reason it took a moment is because she is a he - Sam!? He’s on a blue pill. And the other guy. Shit you know him… maybe!? Is it Sam’s friend Harriet. Harry now preumably. You’d gone out a few times with her, shagged her and dumped her. She had Heterochromia - distinctively different eye colours, one green and one brown. Kindof handsome as a man.

Both of them held leashes and were obviously here looking for one of Dredd’s girls to have a good time with. Serendipitously- a big word for a bimbo - you and Carly, were Dredd’s girls and the tingling in your sex told you that you were looking for a good time. If you played things right it would be you and Carly leashed and collaed as sex kittens performing degrading sexual acts in a private booth. You gentle throb of your pussy confirmed in your mind that this was a good plan. You look across at Carly and see her uncertainty. She was still clinging to her women sexual partners only policy. “Let’s get fucked by them. We know they’re really girls so that’s okay right?” You ask her. She nods slowly, her mental gears shitting as she feels the need to obey you.

You turn back to the two guys, sitting in comforting leather lounge chairs, both with drinks on their small low lounge table facing the central dance podium with its pole. Sam was always a bit of a bitch to you, but as a man you don’t know what he’ll be like. He’s sitting there with a drink, looking amused by the sea of bimbo flesh surrounding him. You giggle. It’s funny to see someone you know, especially someone who was once a bitch to you. “We should give them a dance first. A real striptease,” you suggest to Carly. She nods, the imprint making her want to obey your every word.

The two of you, with your tails wagging, walk over to Sam’s table. You lean over, giving him a generous view of your massive tits, and purr, “Would you like a dance, handsome?” You can see the interest in his eyes as he takes in your bimboified form, clearly unaware that you had been Bill or who Carly had been. He smirks, taking a sip of his drink. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Mona Will Shag,” Carly says shyly, her voice a breathy whisper. She’s getting into the role, you can see it in the way she moves, the way she looks at him with those doe eyes. Carl had been against swapping genders and fucking around with Sam and that had been why they’d seperated - and you knew Carl regretted it. He’d been unwilling to be Sam’s female partner, particularly since Ssm was rather dominant even when she’d made him twke his first X-change pill they’d fooled around, both as girl’s. But now Carly seemed to be warming to the idea.

“I’m Sam. This is Harry… surely that’s not your real name?” Sam asks.

“As real as yours. And I’m not Shirley. My name? I … Anita Shag, at your service,” you introduce yourself. “Would you like to leash me and my sister and enjoy us in a private alcove?” You offer excitedly. Did they recognise you!!?

Sam looks intrigued. “We only just arrived and are still perusing what the establishment has to offer. I tell you what. Why don’t you two show us what you got, kitty?” He says, gesturing towards the dancing pole. The idea of performing for him, for everyone, sends a thrill through you. You nod eagerly, leading Carly by the hand to the pole. The main rooms lights are low, the music pumping, and the spotlight falls on you both. This is your element now.

You start a slow dance, finding yourself moving perfectly with the throbbing bass of the music. Carly moves with you, slowly, sensually. She reaches up and deftly unhitches your bra. It falls to the poduim floor as your arms move to cover yourself.

“Mona! No!” You whisper, mock horror, and very excited.

“Yes Mistress!” She whispers as she grips your arms and pulls them wide, pressing herself close to you so her body screens your naked breasts, eyes on Sam the whole time. The sexual tension between Sam and Carly aka Samantha and Carl is palpable.

Harry’s eyes widen as he briefly takes in the sight of your briefly bare chest. You can see the bulge in his pants growing as he watches you. You can’t help but feel a thrill of power, knowing that you’re turning him on like this. The two of you move around the pole, your bodies entwined, your tails swishing in the air. You spin, and Carly dips low, the crotch of her panties inches from Sam’s face. He licks his lips, barely resisting temptation. You want Caroy to fuck him. No. You want him to fuck her. Carly needs to know how good real cock feels. To know what she’s foolishly denied herself all this time. You reach around and unhitch Carly’s bra and hold it outstretch to the side and drop it, your body breasts pressed together. Your nipples are rock hard and almost too sensitive and you press them into Carly’s slightly smaller breasts, her fat nipples as erect and rigid as yours. Nipple play is so erotic you decide as you gently gyrate your bodies together, nipples concealed from your private audience of two. You feel a hand slip between your bodies, sliding from just below your breasts, down your belly to your panties. It’s not Carly’s hand. You look to the side into Harry’s eyes as his fingers slip into your panties, pulling out the top band and slipping a twenty in the top. The had moves down and brushes breifly against the crotch of your panties as he sits back down. You smile at your pating customer. “Give Sam a lap dance you little slut,” you whisper in Carly’s ear as you disengage from Carly to face Harry front on, large breasts fully on display, erect nipples upturned and swollen, feet at a shoulder distance apart. He'd paid for a dance and you were give him what he wanted. Twenty dollars worth of what he wanted. Your hips rocking gently as you look into his eyes.

Carly glides over to Sam’s chair, her hips swaying in a way that’s impossible to ignore. She straddles him, her crotch hovering just above his. You watch as she grinds against him, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Sam’s hands are all over her, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. You can see his cock straining against his pants, begging to be released.

“Your friend should leash Amanda leash and take her to a private booth,” you suggest to Sam as you step down off the podium and cup your breasts enticingly. You gently nudge his feet apart giving you room to dance in front of his leather couch.

Sam looks at Carly with a naked lust as she continues to grind on him. He’s clearly enjoying the show, his eyes locked on her swaying hips and the way her tits bounce with every movement. You can tell he’s thinking about it, his hand absently playing with the leash in his hand, eying her collar.

You lean in’ making sure that Harry is focused on your collar as you give the tiny bell a little tweak, arch your back and then glide your breasts inwards and upwards, inches from his face. “No touching unless you leash me. Then anything goes.” You’d only fucked Harriet as a girl when you were a man. And then only a few times. She’d been oddly reticent and uncomfortable- nothing like he was now.

You feel his eyes on you as you dance. You're both aware of what’s happening. Harry is getting turned on by the idea of being in control of you, of having you at his mercy. You can see the hunger in his eyes, the desire to take you, to use you. You lean back, giving him a full view of your chest, your back arching gracefully as you slide downwards to kneel between his legs, your hands tracing the outline of your body. You look over at Carly, who’s still giving Sam the lap dance of his life, her eyes glazed over with lust. You know she’s never been with a man before, and you can’t wait to see the look on her face when she feels a real cock inside her.

Sam’s hand slides up Carly’s thigh, reaching the damp fabric of her panties. You bite your bottom lip, watching as he starts to rub her clit through the material. She gasps, her body jolting at the sudden contact. You can see the pleasure on her face, the way she’s losing herself in the moment. She’s so close, so ****. You lean in closer to Harry, pressing your breasts against his legs, your nipples grazing his skin. “Please, Harry, I need to be used,” you whisper, your voice low and needy.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. You can see the struggle in his gaze, the indecision. But you know he won’t be able to resist for long. You nuzzle against him, purring softly. You’re his now, his to use and ****. He reaches out and runs his hand down your back, his fingers lingering on your collar. With a slow, deliberate movement, he clips his leash to it and holds it in his hand. The cool metal sends a shiver down your spine.

You lean into the collar, feeling the weight of it around your neck. It’s a symbol of your submission, of your willingness to be used by him. You’re his now, his to command, his to enjoy. He stands and walks in front of Sam and Carly. You crawl on all fours beside him, your pink, fluffy tail wagging with each step. The feeling of the floor against your knees and hands is strange, but it makes you feel even more like a pet. You’re his plaything, his bimbo kitten, eager to please. You’re loving this more and more.

“Come on Sam. Leash your pussy and lets take them to an alcove,” Harry says, patting your head condescendingly.

You watch with bated breath as Sam’s hand lingers on Carly’s collar, the leash tight in his grip. She looks up at him with wide, eager eyes, panting softly. You know she’s never felt this way before, never been so completely at the mercy of a man’s desires. It’s a heady feeling, one that makes you wet just watching. You see the moment when Sam’s resolve breaks and he takes ownership of her by leashing her. Then he stands up, pulling Carly to her feet with a firm tug. She giggles, the leash attached to her collar, her body swaying slightly as he leads her away.

Harry pulls you to your feet and you follow obediently, heart racing with anticipation.

Your new masters both lead the leashed Carly and you through the dimly lit bar, the throb of the music growing louder with each step. Your nostrils flare with excitement, you and Carly are the new bimbo pets of Pussy Galore. The collar is tight around Carly's neck as she walks in front of you, her tail wagging with each step. You can see her excitement growing, her nipples poking out, and her breathing getting shallower.

You both follow Sam and Harry to the VIP section, where velvet ropes cordon off the spacious leather booths. You notice other bimbo girls, some leashed and collared like you and Carly, serving drinks and flirting with their respective clients. Other booths are curtained off and you can hear moaning and other sounds of elicit passion. The scent of sex fills the air, making your clit throb in anticipation. Carly glances back at you, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. You give her a reassuring smile, knowing she’ll love this.

You enter the spacious enclosure and Sam draws the think curtain tight. The private space is dimly lit by flickering candles, the walls lined with red velvet and mirrors, reflecting every inch of your exposed bodies. There is a couch and two lounge chairs. A small table. Cuffs and other equipment to restrain a bimbo. The atmosphere is thick with sexual desire and anticipation, a potent cocktail that makes your head spin. Harry leads you over to one of the plush velvet couches and sits down, tugging on your leash so you're **** to straddle him, your pantied crotch mere inches from his face. His eyes are on you, hungry, as if you're a feast laid out just for him.

You watch as Sam divests Carly of her panties and looks at her naked beauty.

Sam’s eyes devour Carly’s naked body, his gaze lingering on her plump pussy. He runs his hand up her thigh, tracing the line of her leg to her ass, gripping her tail and pulling it free. Carly shivers, her eyes locked on his. “You’re going to love this, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. You feel a twinge of jealousy, but it’s quickly overwhelmed by the excitement of watching your friend, your harem sister, experience something new.

Harry’s hands are on you now, his rough palms sliding over your hips as he tugs at the string of your own panties. You wiggle them down, revealing your wet, pink pussy to him. He groans, his cock straining against his pants. You lean down, your tits bouncing, and whisper, “You can touch me now, Harry. I’m all yours to play with. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

He doesn’t need any further encouragement. His hand wraps around your throat, gently squeezing as his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. You moan, your hips moving in time with his touch. You’re so wet, so ready for this. You can feel your orgasm building, the pressure building in your belly. Harry’s eyes are on your breasts, watching them subtly move with every stroke of his thumb.

In the mirrored walls, you see Sam’s reflection, his hand buried between Carly’s thighs as he works her clit with his own fingers. She’s moaning louder now, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation. You know she’s never felt a man’s touch like this before, and it’s turning her on more than she could have ever imagined. You bite your lip, watching the two of them, feeling the heat rising in your own pussy.

“Look at me, Anita,” Harry whispers, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. You **** your gaze away from the mirror and look into his eyes. They’re hungry with lust, his pupils dilated. You lean in, eager to kiss him, but he turns his head, his eyes still on you. “Not yet, my little slut. You need to earn it first,” he says, his voice gruff and commanding. He looks down at his crotch.

You see his cock, thick and hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. You know what he wants, and you eagerly begin to unbutton his trousers. He lifts his hips, helping you slide them down his legs. His cock springs free, bobbing in the air. You lick your lips, feeling the heat in your own pussy as you take him in your hand. He’s so much bigger than you expected, so much more intimidating. No. You are smaller and weaker… You lean down and take him in your mouth, feeling him fill you up. His hand moves to the back of your head, guiding you as you suck him off.

Beside you Sam makes Carly bend forward on her knees as he removes his pants.

You feel Harry's cock thicken in your mouth as he watches Sam push his cock into Carly's tight pussy. She gasps, her eyes flying open, meeting yours in the mirror. You can see the shock and pleasure on her face as Sam starts to fuck her. She's never been with a man before, and you know she's loving it. You're so proud of her for letting go of her inhibitions, for embracing her new role in the bimbo harem.

Carly's eyes are wide with wonder as she's taken for the first time, her body moving in sync with Sam's powerful thrusts. You can see the way her ass cheeks clench. She's a natural, a born slut, and it's making you wetter by the second. Harry's hand tightens in your hair as he fucks your mouth, his hips bucking up to meet your face. You can feel his orgasm approaching, his breathing growing ragged. But you’re more interested in Carly.

You watch in the mirror as Sam grips her hips, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She's moaning now, her body responding to the new sensations. It's beautiful, watching her come alive like this. You wish you could experience it too, but you know your place. You're the one who's going to watch and learn, who's going to get off on seeing your best friend become the slut she was always meant to be.

As Harry's cock slides deeper into your mouth, you feel your own pussy clench in envy. You want to feel that fullness, that connection. You want to be the one getting fucked, the one who's being used. But Harry is in control of you. What Harry wants, Harry gets.