FANTASY WRITING CONTEST #6

ENTRY #4

The Headliner: Dancing as Dana

It was time to go on, I strutted out on stage and gyrated to the music, I ripped the Hat off and threw off the gloves. The vest ripped open exposing my cleavage, the drunken men hooted and hollered at me. I squatted at the end of the runway, grabbed the sides of my shorts and ripped them off, the crowed whistled and meowed at me. I slowly unbuttoned the vest and slid it off, then started humping the big brass pole on the stage. I slid down to my knees and licked the pole. I undid my bra and began to titty fuck the big metal pole until it worked the crowd into a frenzy. I crawled across the stage to some frat boy who was sitting at the end of the walkway. I put one high-heel boot on each of his shoulders and began to rub my flat crotch area. He had no idea what I really had a between my legs. I slid off the stage onto the floor and dangled my boobs in his face. Then I turned around and started grinding my hips into his lap and then I felt that huge bulge in his pants, I wanted to puke but I hade to keep going. I got down on my knees and started bobbing my head up and down in his lap. The crowd loves this. Finally he reached into his pocket and took out some money, he slid a bill into my g-string and I moved onto another guy.

I repeat this about five times per dance.The insistent beat of the music seemed to flow through me, animating my every move. As I danced, my body moved as if the music were part of me, my body writhing erotically with the reverberations of the booming bass seemed to be touching me within, massaging my sensual spots, causing me to respond to the deep beat in near-orgasmic spasms. The men at the foot of the stage stared up at me, their eyes wide with appreciation of my assets and their crotches swollen with desire, another sign of just how I affected the men. I traced my fingers over my nipples as I breathed deeply, my chest heaving with gasps of pleasure. The musky odor emanating from my crotch attested to my own arousal, and it was clearly perceptible to the men; their eagerness to get close, to have my breasts in their faces, to slide bills into my g-string, the wide-eyed admiring stares they gave me - all of their actions made it clear that my role as the headliner at the club was well deserved. I finished my last set of three songs for the night, my cheerleader themed dance. I climbed off the last guy's lap and stepped back up on the stage to gathered my money and clothing.

Blowing a kiss seductively toward the audience, I slipped off the stage into the back room and walked back stage. I sat down at my vanity, one of a row of makeup tables in the girls' back room in my Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader shorts and blue satin thong g-string panties with matching bra. I then took a sip of a mixed drink, and began to pull the bills from my g-string, unfolding them and stacking them carefully as I counted them. I place the bills in my wallet, took a pen and made a few notes on a paper pad, checking the numbers accounting for my tips to make sure that the house got their share. I put it with my wallet into my purse and closed it. I then heard a knock at my dressing room door and opened it to find the frat boy from my first dance. He handed me a business card. It read: VIP Dressing Room Dance Pass. It was signed at the bottom by Dawn.

The boy took my hand and walked me over to the couch. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. He undid my bra and started massaging and kissing my boobs. I could feel the huge bulge in his pants pressing against the insides of my legs. Pushed me off his lap and spun me around and told me to bend over. He began to slap my ass. I screamed out and he spanked me again harder. He continued to spank me and then told me to get on my knees. I got down and faced him and unzipped his pants. I took out his cock, which was rock hard, and he took it from me and started slapping me in the face with it. Then he started rubbing it back and forth across my lips and then plunged it into my mouth. I sucked and licked and bobbed for ten minutes and then he groaned that he wanted to fuck me. He ripped off my shorts and was about to pull down my panties. I panicked for a second, and thought if he ever found out my secret. He'd probably beat the shit out of me, go in jail and then get me fired, all this humiliation would be for nothing. But I knew what he wanted to do and I was capable of going it in my Nex-Gen. 

So I turned around and grabbed his cock and guided his towards my puzzy. He smiled widely and hawked a huge wad of spit onto his dick and then dove in my opening. He fucked me for a very long time, until I was burning. I grunted and squealed and he kept calling me a slut and a bitch. Then he pulled out and got in top of me and stuck his dick in my mouth. It had just come out of my puzzy and now he was sticking it in my mouth! I started to gag and he pulled it out of my mouth and started slapping me in the face with it again and then it spurted into my eye and then all over my lips and chin. I began to sob and he just rubbed his dick all over my face mixing my tears with the puddles of cum. He told me to lick him clean so I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his dick until all the cum was gone. He took out a five-dollar bill and stuck it my mouth leaving me their crying, and covered in jizz. I couldn't even bring myself to get up and clean myself off at first, I just sat there realizing I'd have to dance again tomorrow and be humiliated again and again.

I finally clamed myself, swigged down the last of my drink a Screaming Orgasm and stood up, shaking. I began to ge dressed pulling on my green silk lace bra, followed by my green latex skimpy top and a black leather mini-skirt. The clothing left my assets easily displayed, cleavage peeking up through the low neckline of my dress's tank top, my boobs accentuated nicely above my bare midriff. My long wavy auburn hair spilled down off my shoulders, parting and flowing to mid-back and down over my bosoms. I took a deep breath, and if one looked closely, one would have noticed that my green eyes were misting, trying not to weep as I fought some emotions. For several seconds, I stood there, six tall and fighting my inner demons until I was able to fully compose myself and go back out into the club where I could do some personal table dances and earn even more in tips if I wanted before leaving.

I stopped briefly in the door and waved over my shoulder. "See you tomorrow night, Bear," I called, using the bouncer's nickname. There was a casual familiarity in my tone, as I'd known the man since childhood (which I had, but he didn't know that because I didn't look like this back then). "You did good, Dana," the bouncer called. "It's fun to see how you work the crowd." He grinned. "And Dawn doesn't mind the money you bring in, either!" I tried and failed to suppress a shiver. "Chilly night," I said hastily to the bouncer as I pulled my arms close to his big warm body and gave him a firm hug. He smiled. "See ya tomorrow," he said as he closed the door. I was still trembling inside, so I walked slowly toward my car. The parking lot was well lit, and while it was late, the club was in a good neighborhood so I wasn't really afraid of assault. I slid inside my royal blue BMW and started it. With a squeal of the tires, I peeled out of the parking lot onto the street for my drive home. 

Awhile I drove home I thought about how my life had changed since I had finished college and moved back to my hometown. I had been dating Dana off and on during high school when I was a jock with Bear and she was a cheerleader, so I thought that we were pretty close and would still be friends when I came back from college. I knew that Dana's father was the plant manager of the Nex-Gen factory in our town so I knew she would have no problems being able to go to the college of her choice. I had pulled good grades awhile in college and finish near the top of my class so I wasn't surprised when her father offered me a job awhile I was home visiting. What did surprise me that awhile I was at college Dana never did leave town to go to college? She had moved out of her parent's house into her own apartment and had decided to work as a dancer at night awhile going to the local state community college in the day. After I got my degree in engineering, I moved back and started dating Dana again.

I had just started working as the door man down at Dana's club, when her father offered me the job again, I took it and we started looking for a place to moved in together. Since I had a Degree in Design Engineering I was given a job in helping design future models of their Nu-Gen product. During the next year awhile I was learning all about their bodysuits like how they stretched and repositioned your fat awhile adjusting your body for customized tight fit. I got Dana to quit dancing and start thinking about finishing college as something to do while I was at work. We had been together for almost two years when she told me that I didn't have to come home early from work anymore, that she wouldn't be there because she would be going to college at night.

After a few more months I slowly started to get lonely since I hadn't seen much of her so I designed me a Nu-Gen bodysuit built just like her. I had been working on a way to enhance the suits so not only did the suit soak into your spores giving you the since of feel through the Latex but also into your spores was added knowledge befitting that gender. I knew that I had worked it to where if you used a person's DNA you could customize the bodysuits where you would have the natural reactions and abilities of the test person imbedded into the Data input making it much easier to be that gender in a less generic way. All known public knowledge of the test person could be included in the database soaked though the wearer's spores. This would make it easier for the wearer to act as that test person by giving them as sense of familiarity with that test person. Then we would be able to sell Nu-Gen body suits of Superstars like Whitney Houston, Marilyn Monroe, Fabian and many others.

Dana started going to aerobics on the weekend and had asked me to go and work out with her so we could spend more time together. Since it wouldn't hurt to lose a few pounds awhile being surrounded by women, I had decided to go. It seemed like basically the only time that I got to spend with her was on the weekends. One day I decided to look at her books and see what she had been learning but I couldn't find any books except on getting in shape and dancing. When I asked her about it, she told me that she wanted to try out for the dance team at college and had been reading up on it. Then she asked if she could turn the garage out back into a dance studio so she could practice. Since it would keep her around the house more often, I agreed to it and told her to call some contractors and get a few estimates. It took over a month to rebuild it and put me a lot of debt.

She had decided to sound proof the garage, put in a killer stereo system, mirrors all around the insides, new lights even with central heat and air. I decided to surprise her by coming home early one day and catch her practicing her dancing out in the garage. I pulled up with my engine off into the driveway and snuck around to out back where I could clearly hear the music. When I walked onto the garage I didn't find Dana but I found that she has installed stage lights and a chrome dance pole. I walked over to the stereo to turn it down when I noticed a black leather gym pack sitting along side it, so I looked inside. She had bought over a lot of new dance outfits with shoes and accessories to match, I could just bet that she had new dresses in her closet that matched also. I was mad at the way she had been blowing my money, so I went into the house to find her and what else she had bought. I looked all over the house but she wasn't around anywhere to be found, but I did find the new dresses in her closet and three new suitcases full of new clothes. In the suitcases were new Bras, Dresses, Make-up, Panties, Shirts, Shoes, Skirts and Etc, that she had hid.

I decided to go down to her old club and have a drink, just to see if she had started dancing again but I didn't find her there. I talked a few of the guys down there that knew me and found out that she was working nights. That if I wanted to see Dana, all I had to do was wait to 4:00pm and her boyfriend would be dropping her off, like allways. Boyfriend! What boyfriend? I thought that I was her boyfriend, after all, had we not been living together since I got back into home. Had we not talked about getting married after she had finished her college and started working too. We even had made love more times then I could count even if I thought about it. I finished my drink, ordered another, finished it and went outside to my car to wait on her. I thought about what I was going to say to Dana. After awhile of sitting there, I had changed my mind about talking to her because I didn't want to hear any lies. So I decided wait across the street to follow her new boyfriend home after he dropped he off at the club. 

At 15 till 4 they showed up in a new silver Mercedes and pulled into the packing lot. He parked, got out and opened her door for her, she got out in a new outfit that I have never seen before and gave him a big, wet, sloppy kiss. I almost drove over and kicked his ass but instead I waited to follow him home. He drove to the south end of town to a condo at the end of a street in a rich neighborhood. I pulled up behind him, got out, walked over and ask him what the hell he was doing with Dana. He told me at he had been going with her for about two months, that they were going to take a trip around the world and get married overseas. That's when I told him the hell you are and hit him right in the mouth knocking him down, I couldn't help but kick him in the side awhile he was on the ground. I then got back in my car and drove back to Dana to tell her off before I stayed and killed him.

When I got to the club, I went inside and sat right down on pervert row waiting on Dana to dance her turn. It wasn't until she got up on stage at she noticed me and she could tell I was mad at her for being there dancing. She was walking to me to apologize after the end of her set, but before she could get to me they yelled at she had a phone call. When she got off the phone she came storming over to me and asked why did I beat Charles up. I told her because I seen her kiss him when he dropped her off and he had a smart month. Dana then told me that she loved him, to get the hell out and that she never wanted to see me ever again. I told her not to worry about coming home for her shit because I had gave it all to charity. Since her rich new boyfriend could take her around the world, He could take her to get some new shit. You should of seen the look on her face when I said that. I then left, drove home and called a locksmith to change the locks. For months I waited hoping she would come back but I never heard from her. I was told that she moved in with Charles that night and that they left on their trip a few weeks later.

It was late November when I received a pink slip in my pay envelope. When I inquired as to why, I was told that the company's was just not able to my needs at this time. That what I had designed was past the company's capabilities and that they would have to lay me off awhile the factory was retooled. So, I just went and cleaned out my desk and locker then left quietly. I had been a factory worker all of my adult life, except awhile in college. After being laid-off, a year ago, from the company I had hired into out of college, I couldn't seem to find anything I was good at. Because the factory had a fire shortly after laying me off I couldn't go back until they had finished installing all of the new equipment. "Too few customers" was the noted cause of rebuilding delay and that had been a real blow. I was the end of a long line of hard working skilled factory workers, my father, grandfather and his father and so on. Now I was out of work again. I had went to college to end up humiliated, embarrassed and broke.

I began looking for another job almost immediately, but in a poor economy the heartland of Dixie always suffers most. Jobs had become a precious commodity, and I always seemed to be one in five thousand applicants. After nearly two months of searching I still had come up empty handed. I had exhausted my bonds and T-bills and now my savings were all but gone. I didn't even have enough to make my house payment, luckily, or unluckily, which ever the case may be since I didn't have a wife and kids to support. The fact was that I was too shy around most women too ask for a date, let alone ask one to marry. Not that I was horrid looking, I was fairly attractive, yet not a stud. I am six foot even and weighed nearly two hundred pounds, my height taking up most of the weight, which meant that I was not fat. I kept my dirty blond hair short for a nice clean cut look in case I found a job. More depressing than losing yet another job, was the fact that I was now thirty and had very little to show for it. After all, I was taught to derive pleasure from being successful at my job and now I had none. Without a job I wouldn't be able to make my house payment and would go into default.

Being that I had worked myself into danger of a nervous break down, literally. I decided to take some money and go to Dawn's Dancing Diva's, a local strip joint where Dana had worked, and blow of some steam. I walked in and ordered a drink, as I watched the girl's dance I couldn't help but noticing how much money they had in their garters. Which made me feel more self-conscious, because they were making good money working and I wasn't. After about an hour, I realized that being there was actually making me feel worse instead of better, so I decided to leave and just drive around. I started thinking if Dana hadn't of cheated on me, my money problems would have been over. I probably could of put up with her return dancing, but not with her after she cheated on me.

Remembering about her make me recall about the bodysuit of her that I had the people at Nu-Gen make me. A exact copy of Dana that I created at the factory because I had missed her. Molded from a computerized life casting of DNA and the physical measurements I had took from her. When I got home I pulled it out of its case and stared at it for a long time. After a couple of weeks staring at it handing there, I decided to put it on. I sort of figured out that if I could see her in the mirror now and then maybe I wouldn't miss her so much. I had started going out to the garage to work out as Dana every so often so I could watch myself in the mirrors. I was just getting up to leave the garage where I had been practicing the dance moves that I had remembered Dana and the other women at her club doing when I heard a sweet female voice behind me.

"Hi Dana, haven't seen you here lately." Having been a regular down at Dana's club, I knew Amy and a couple of the girls there that had warmed up to me because I was dating Dana. I turned around to see Amy with a stern look on my face. I stammered. "Hi Amy, I need to talk to you.... Its private." Dan said. "I don't know?" Amy said, "Yes or no, I said, do I look different to you?" Dan asked. "You look like you always do Dana." She said. "I do look exactly like Dana but I'm Dan and that's what I need to talk about. Will you come in? Please?" I said. We went into the house and I told her the whole story of how when I found out Dana had left me to go on a world cruise. Then when the credit card bills started coming in all of them over the limit because of her, I had quit going out. Of how I started thinking if I was Dana, I could make enough money to pay the bills off by dancing at night.

About how after awhile a month of drinking and loneliness had me fantasizing that I could do it, so I put on the Nu-Gen body suit and turned into Dana. I then lowered the sweat pants and showed Amy the inside of my panties. Amy asked to see the rest of me and I took off the rest of my clothes. She looked closely at the nude female claiming to be an exact copy of Dana. I was right, I did look just like her. I said. "The only difference is this mole I found an the back of my neck, Dana don't have one." She turned white. At once she knew that the woman before her was an exact copy of Dana. "Not any more," Amy said. "Dana had it removed right after she started dancing. Except for that you're an exact copy of Dana. So Dan, you say you turned into Dana, so you could pretend to be her practicing her moves?" I said, "Well you see I was recording myself dancing so later on I could watch it and pretend that I was watching Dana,"

"If it weren't for the mole on your neck that Dana had removed I would never have believed you weren't her. This is incredible. It's like looking at her twin. I'm sorry. It must be quite a shock for you losing her to make you become her, a member of the opposite sex." She said. I didn't answer her. Amy just led me to Dana's old bedroom. She had me take off the sweat suit since it didn't fit me now. She handed me a bra and told me she would help me in a minute. While I was watching her rummage through Dana's drawers, I absent-mindedly put the bra around my chest and hooked it in the back and pulled the straps over my feminine shoulders. It fit like it was made for me, or more precisely made for Dana, that we were made for it. I then adjusted my breasts in the cups as Amy turned around to help me. She just stared at him in awe, "Have you ever put a bra on before?" She asked in amazement. "Nope. First Time... Hey, I just did it without thinking about it. Like I'd done it all along, must be because of her DNA I used awhile designing this Nu-Gen body suit." I said.

"Hmmm. I have an idea I'd like to test," Amy said. "Sure." I said. She led me back to the living room and turned the stereo. "Dance," She said. "I can't dance that good," I said. "I think you can. Try it." She said. I was still protesting when I realized that I was dancing and running my fingers under the bra straps exposing ample amounts of my breasts in the process. "Hey! You can dance. What do you know." I heard Amy say but I continued dancing. By the second song, I was taking the bra off. Amy turned the stereo off. So I want you to do something for me." "Anything," I replied as I sat down on the bed next to her. "I want you to strip for me."

A smile crept across my lips. This was great. I got a new friend and all I had to do was dance for her and then more than likely we'd have sex afterwards, it was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Eagerly I hopped from the bed and replied, "No problem." I stood in front of her still wearing my sweat pants from that day. I hit the remote for the radio and began dancing for her to the techno beat the radio played. I started to undo my sweat pants when she picked up the remote and turned the radio off. "Wait. I want you to wear something special for me." She got up and walked to Dana's dresser and opened the top drawer. She began fumbling around in the drawer and then pulled out a green cotton thong and the matching top. She laid them on the bed and then took a pair of black high heels from the closet. "Here put these on." When I burst into laughter she just said, "I'm serious, either you put these on and dance for me or I'm leaving and never coming back."

I started to protest, "But why can't I just..." but she got up from the bed and started to leave. "Wait, wait! Okay, I'll do it." I didn't want this but if it meant she was going to stay then I'd do it. Plus I'm sure hoping that I could get her to keep this secret. I picked up the thong, bra, and heels and went into the bathroom. I stripped down and pulled the panties on first. The thong slid up into my ass and the pulled the front up on my hips. Then I fastened the bra which fit just right across my chest. Finally I sat down on the toilet and put on the high heels, the straps were hard to figure out but I managed. I came out of the bathroom to find her lying on the bed. I walked over to her and she hit the remote. Techno music played again and I began to dance. Thrusting my hips and moving my feet, just like when Dana and I would go clubbing. But she stopped me.

"Not like that," she said. "Dance like the stripper that you are. C'mon dance slutty like that bitch Dana." I just stood there stunned about to protest when she began to leave again. I stopped her just in time and said I'd do it. Once again I began dancing, trying to remember how strippers I had seen danced, how Dana had danced. I would bend at the waist, squat, shake my ass, and my pretend boobs. I straddled the tall lamp we had next to the dresser. I danced like a exotic stripper for about fifteen minutes when she said I could stop. I sat at the foot of the bed and she crawled slowly towards me. My dick would of immediately jumped to attention if I had'nt been wearing the Nu-Gen, here comes my reward I thought.

"That's enough. I just wanted to see if you could do the things I could, That's amazing," Amy said. "Yes it is. I've been practicing just like Dana did." I said. "I really didn't think Dana practiced, put your bra on," She said. "Its Dana's bra." I told her. "Not no more, now put it on," she said. I then said, "Okay, if you say so." I put the bra on as before, like I had done it for years. We went back into the bedroom and she found me a couple of outfits and gave then me a makeover. I asked her why she was fixing me up as she was applying make-up to my face. She said. "That's why." And had me look in the mirror at the results, I looked gorgous.

When we went back into the living room I was wearing a bra and fresh panties, a white spandex T-shirt with a big pair of vinyl red lips on the front and a red pair of tight jeans. I also wore a pair of go;d pierced earrings, knee-highs and a pair of white penny loafers. We sat down and talked about what had happened. While we were talking she picked up a bottle of nail polish and painted my nails red to match my T-shirt. "So, do you have any ideas?" I asked Amy. "I have a couple, but I want to experiment with this a little first," Amy told me. "Like what?" I questioned. "Well, for one you could go with me at work for a night or two," she said, keeping a calm voice so as to not escalate into a argument, "Well sometimes we all have to make sacrifices and you need to work." Interrupting, "I wouldn't have to make these sacrifices if I could have kept my fucking job, you pussy." She laughed and I joined her. 

She then got serious and said. "I'm not joking, Do you have any idea how degrading that is to dance up there well men hoot and throw money at you?." Immediately, I stopped laughing and looked at her like she was nuts. "What...?" I said. "Well you need to make some money, also I could use some help and a day or two off which I would get once you started dancing more often. We could help each other out, I mean you look like Dana and you can dance like her. It might be fun for you to find out a little more about women, it might even cure your shyness." She said. "What do you mean shyness?" I asked. "Shhhh," she whispered and then she began to kiss me. When she stopped speaking very slowly and very directly. "Oh c'mon, I'm not stupid. I've seen how you act. I'll even go as far as to bet that Dana's the first woman you've ever fucked." I blushed. "See?" She concluded. "Okay, maybe you're right." I said. We started laughing. All at once she stopped. I looked at her and she said, "So, am I right?" I asked, "Right about what?" "Don't play dumb with me. Was Dana the first woman you ever fucked?" Amy asked again. I got very quiet and coyly said. "No, but she was the first I ever truely loved." Then I turned bright red.

Then without a second thought, like I was controlling her body she pulled my jeans down, removed my bra and mimicked the thoughts in my head. She wrapped her lips around my clit and began to suck, I couldn't believe that she was making love to me. Not only was a pussy in her mouth, but the bush that longed for her was mine. As she sucked it, I tried to take her tongue out of her it but just couldn't bring myself to do it. She was enjoying sucking my pussy and I could do nothing to stop. After several minutes I was loosing my nervousness and starting to enjoy it. Then with Amy's tongue in my pussy I was slowly becoming a male lesbian, sodden with images of being on my back with this woman on top of me. Suddenly, I felt a tightening in my crotch and thought I could almost feel Amy's tongue deep inside me.

Amy must've been having similar thought because she gently guided her mouth off of me and tugged off her shoes, which fell instantly to the floor. Her underwear soon followed suit, then she pulled her T-shirt over her head to expose her large breasts and began sucking my right nipple. Then I felt a hand between my legs, I was now so excited that I quickly opened my legs to give her fingers access to my soaking pussy. Instead of just sticking her fingers inside me, she massaged my clitoris with her index finger until she thought I would burst and I began begging her to eat me. She smiled and quickly and expertly obliged, using her tongue with the expertise of a craftsmen. Dana had spent many a night on the receiving end of my loving and I knew exactly what would feel good to the body along side me. Finally, we both climaxed and collapsed in each other's arms.

In the aftermath, I reflected on what had just happened, I just had my first experience with lesbian sex. Only instead of watching two women make love to each other, I had been one of the women. Instead of being the recipient with two women, she had used my own body against me. How humiliating, but now with my sexual appetite satisfied I could think clearly once again. We laid in each other's arms for a long time in silence, then Amy said. "So? What did you think?" I said, "Nice. A little humiliating, but nice." "Humiliating? Why?" she asked. "I just always thought my greatest sexual encounter with a hot sexy girl, would not be not as a another hot sexy girl," I told her. Amy giggled girlishly. "I guess you're right. I thought it was great. How about if we keep things the way they are for now?" I let Amy spend the night since she had made love with me as both a man and woman. We did things like playing sex games, talking about what we would have to do if I started dancing, and just plain cut loose and acted silly. In the morning I woke up and began to make breakfast hoping that when Amy awoke she would forget the ideal about me dancing before when she went home.

Just as I was eating lunch that day, I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it and it was Amy. She was wearing a gold low cut blouse and a black mini-skirt. "Hi, I see everything back to normal today?" she asked. "Oh yes, everything is back to normal as can be." I answered. "I'm glad to hear that," she said somewhat dejectedly. "You don't sound very convincing." I told her. "Well, I did kind of like you as Dana," she told me. "Thanks,I had fun too." I said. We spent Monday together, too. The strange thing was that we still acted like I was still a girl, we knew I wasn't and I didn't act like a fairy. We just related to each other more like girlfriends than like a man and a woman. It was a lot of fun and finally, when we finished she invited me as Dana for a night cap down at the club.

She sat me down and started in with some make-up. It seemed like hours had passed before she walked me into the bedroom. She went into her closet and pulled out a black patent leather mini-skirt and a hot pink vinyl halter-top. Then she got pulled out a shiny metallic pink thong and told me to put it on. Then I dressed in the mini-skirt and halter-top. The miniskirt revealed my long and now smooth legs and even offered a glimpse of the pink thong from the right angle. Then I put on the high heels I wore before and followed her into the bathroom again. There I looked at the finished product. I was a sexy big-chested woman. I looked like Dana at 27 or 28, a fully blossomed slut. What Amy said next terrified me though. "Time to find you a job, let's go." "What? You can't be serious. I'm not leaving the house like this, what if someone recognizes me? I'm not leaving." "They will see Dana not Dan, 'Okay' so don't worry about it" she said. 

We then left the apartment building and started walking down the street. We got into a cab and Amy whispered our destination to the driver. It wasn't a long drive, and when we stopped, Amy went to pay the driver.While we drank our drinks she talked to me about becoming a dancer. I was really leery, but the fact that I was about to loose everything I had worked for, helped me to seriously consider it. Then Amy said that maybe I should try it first, maybe I should try being Dana for a night. Then I could make an decision; after all, we both knew I could dance as her. After a little more talking she convinced me go to work with her and try it for one night.

Then Amy reached out to me, pulled me to her and gave me a deep passionate kiss. "WOW! What was that for?" I asked in surprise. "I thought I'd give you a kiss in case you experienced one as a woman from a man. This way you'd have something to compare it to." Amy said. I laughed an embarrassed laugh. It didn't take us long to realize that I was very nervous, so I told her that I seriously doubted that she could change my mind about dancing. No matter how much she wished for it, that it was just her over worked imagination playing tricks on her. We soon discovered after going back home that I was wrong. "Wow, this is too weird, me liking you! Even weirder than seeing you as Dana." She said more than a little worried too. "I know just what you mean. That's how I felt the first time I saw you dance in the mirror as Dana," I told her,"WHAT?" Dan's pretty face was twisted in an expression of horror. Which caused Amy's laughter to fill the room. "I'm just kidding. You should've seen the look on your face... HA, HA, HA!" she said, "That's not even funny!" I pouted. "Oh, lighten up. I was just joking." Amy told me. I chuckled a little, "I guess it was funny."

We got up and took separate shower's, I was dressed in the Nu-Gen body suit again with clothes that now fit me. Me, wearing Dana's clothes awhile Amy was in her own. Amy had took her shower first and was getting dressed when I came out of the bathroom and picked up the women's clothes off the floor. I put on the red panties I taken off earlier, then I reached behind my back to hook the bra and pulled up the straps and adjusted my breasts in the cups. I said. "Amy?" "Hmm?" Came the response in a sexy voice form Amy. "Isn't what we just did fraternizing with a customer?" I asked Amy. "Why are you a customer now? You look like a dancer to me," said Amy. "No I'm not, but you are." I said. "I beg to differ. I have never been in the club as a customer before, and you have, besides Dana's no longer a dancer. A dancer can't make a date in the club and I came to your house so we didn't make a date in the club. You'd better finished getting dressed, you look hot and unless you want it again..." she told me. She pulled the gold top over her head and pulled her long hair out. Then she put on the black pantyhose and slid the leather skirt on. Lastly, she slipped her dainty feet into the black high-heeled pumps and buckled them. She took a couple of steps and to became accustomed to the 4 1/2" heel. She then took her purse, walked expertly to the mirror above the dresser putting on her make-up and brushing out her long hair.

"Well, I guess I have to go home now, huh?" She said turning to me. "Before you go could you give some gas money so I can come dance with you tomorrow night?" I asked putting my hand on her shoulder. "Sure. Here you go," she said. Reaching in her purse she gave me a twenty. I took it and gave her a deep kiss and said. "See you tomorrow night. This really was a lot of fun, sort of taking a vacation from yourself." I then smiled nervously. "I'm the one who's going to be on display tomorrow night." Amy told me. "Don't worry, I do it all the time." I looked at her and said, "Yeah, but I'm really a guy!" then I sighed. "Everyone will think you're Dana. No one will know you're a guy but me," Amy said. "You're right. But I'm still nervous." She then gave me a hug, "I know, just try to relax, Good night." I told her, "I'll try, Good night."

Reluctantly she turned to go. "Hey, If you don't think you can start by yourself, call me before you have go in and I'll work with you." Awhile trying not to be nervous, I informed her. "Thanks, I'm going to try it and I'll need you to be there, it will be nice to have you there with me to help me get started." With that she left. He watched her little ass swing back and forth as she walked to her car. Somehow, she knew he was watching her ass but didn't turn around. She just got in the car and drove to her home for the next couple of days. She said she couldn't wait twenty-four hours to be with me again, but really she should have to wait until we got off work. By then we would both be too tired to do anything but go to bed.

I went into the bedroom and got ready for bed. I put on a fresh pair of panties and a pink and purple flannel nightgown that went to my ankles and a pair of lace footie socks, it was too cold to dress sexy for bed. I had done all this while worrying about tomorrow night, so I got dressed for bed without thinking. I looked down at myself dressed like I was in amazement. As a man I'd worn just my T-shirt and underwear to bed, so getting all bundled up was out of character for me. When I woke the next morning it took me a few moments of looking around the bedroom before I remembered what had happened the night before. I looked under the covers and saw my breasts rising and falling with my breathing, I sat up and got out of bed. After relieving myself I took a shower and took extra care to shave my legs, underarms and around my vaginal area. It was funny how men found hair there unsightly; then I went back into the bedroom to get dressed for the day until I had to go to work. I put on a pair of blue jeans and a pink cotton T-shirt with a powder blue letters on the front spelling out BABY SOFT. Again, I had no problem with the bra, I went to mirror and brushed my hair but didn't put on make-up. I was still having a hard time believing that I was Dana. The woman of my male dreams and now I was the woman of those dreams.

I made myself breakfast. Then I removed my nail polish and applied three coats of dark red polish to my finger and toenails. I ate half a sandwich around 11 a.m., much less than I normally would have. I decided that it might be best to practice dancing a little, so I put on a bikini and turned on the stereo. I found some CDs with some good dance music, but I wasn't sure how I knew it was good dance music other than the bodysuits instilled knowledge. I started the CD and began gyrating around in time to the music, it was almost like I was just along for the ride. Not that I was out of control, I could've stopped any time, but it was like my body just knew what to do. By the second song, I was really getting into it and removed my top. Now my breasts bounced as I danced and I even purposely move in ways that would cause them to bounce and jiggle. It made me feel seductive and I started getting arouse, I thought that I could actually pull it off.

At noon I started getting ready for work, I took off my T-shirt. Then I pulled my hair into a back ponytail so I could work on my make-up. I looked at the three piercings in each ear and fumbled through the jewelry box on the vanity stand. I picked two sets of studs for the upper holes, a real pair of diamonds and a pair of rubies. Then I put a pair of dangling gold hearts in the bottom holes, I studied them and thought they were very pretty. Then I set to work on my make-up; Ivory foundation, mascara, and three colors of eye shadow (light blue, purple and dark blue) to give my eyes a violet look. Then rose blush, dark red lipstick to match my nails and translucent powder to set everything and give that natural look. I knew that Dana would not normally use that much make-up, but when dancing for tips the sexier one looks the more tips one gets. Then I put on a purple silk blouse and tucked it in to my tight jeans. I took out the ponytail and brushed my hair and squirted a minimal amount of hair spray to lightly hold it. I slid a couple rings on my fingers, a necklace around my neck and was ready to go. I packed some outfits in the gym bag with the new outfits and grabbed my purse. I locked the door on the way out, walked to my car and drove off to work. It was 1:45 p.m. 

I pulled into the parking lot, parked, got out of the car and crossed the street. I looked up at the big neon sign, It read "Dawn's Dancing Diva's" I walked nervously to the door of the club and paused, I breathed a deep sigh and walked in. I was amazed at how much more familiar everything looked. "Hi Dana. Did you have a nice vacation?" It was Dawn, she was standing behind the bar putting glasses away. "Hi Dawn. It was interesting." I said nervously. "Oh?" she said. "I sort of broke up with Dan befor I took off with Charles." I blurted out before I realized what I was saying. "Dan only comes in here every now and then? I haven't seen Charles in here much lately?" Dawn said as a matter of fact. "Dan lost his job and can't find another one," I told her. "Oh? Sorry to hear that. Too bad he's not a woman, I could use a new dancer. 'There it was again.' I thought. 'Does everyone want me to be a woman instead of a man?' "How can I help you," Dawn asked. "Dana is looking for her job back as a dancer here." Amy replied motioning towards me as she walked up. "She's very eager to start as soon as possible so let her work for me tonight and I'll waitress." After staring at me for a few minutes Dawn replied very simply, "Well if Dan's not a problem, and you want to go back to work you're hired."she asked.

Amy and her discussed my salary while I sat there wondering if there was anything I could do to get out of this mess. I was startled back to reality when I heard Amy and Dawn start to argue. "What do you mean you're not sure? Dana is a natural born stripper slut, look at her! She is walking dancing sex. Not to mention that you said you'd hire her." "I'd really like to give her a job, it's just that we're really only hiring new girl's right now." "Isn't there some way we can change your mind?" she asked. A smile crept across Dawn's lips and she chuckled a little. "Well... maybe Dana can convince me that she really wants this job." During my orientation to begin stripping again, she explained to me that sometimes patrons who pay the right price might want to "meet" the dancers in their dressing rooms after a show. She said it was a new company policy for the girls to "show them a good time and make sure they come back."

Dawn came out from behind the bar and walked with me and Amy to the dressing room and continued talking to me while I changed clothes. "So? Are you two going to become an item?" Dawn inquired. Amy blushed, which was very evident since her whole body glowed bright red and she was now standing in her bra and panties. Dawn giggled, thinking that it was because we were becoming an item, but it was because of the truth that Dawn didn't know. She said. "I won't pry, dear, just tell me? Did you sleep with her?" This caused Amy to turn an even brighter shade of red, "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Well, I hope it works out."

Dawn then left me and Amy to finish getting dressed. I put on a lacy red chemise and panties and a pair of red leather high heels. Another light shot of perfume and I was ready. As I was walking out of the dressing room a couple of the other girls were coming in to get dressed. They all said their hello's. I noticed a girl I hadn't seen before, but yet Dana had. I even called her by name even though I had never been told it. ' Must be the effects of the DNA input.' She thought. I asked Dawn for a drink and sat at the bar. Dawn told me that since I was the first one ready I was first up when the customers started coming in. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 1:55, they could open for business in five minutes. By the time Dawn was ready to unlock the door, the other girls were coming out of the dressing room and heading to the bar for drinks. I got the hint about drinking and threw up in the bathroom later before my first show because of thinking about what I may have to do. Shortly after that, the first customer came in. I went to the stereo and plugged in a CD that I had brought with me and selected three songs at random not really paying attention. I got up on the stage and the music started, just like before my body took on a mind of it's own and began gyrating to the beat. Inside I felt like I would die from the embarrassment of dancing like this in front of a man.

Outwardly, I looked like a wanton slut and the intimate fear in my eyes only enhanced my sex appeal. By the time I started my third dance, there were five guys at the stage, cat calling, tipping, and cheering me on. I removed my panties to become completely nude, except for my heels. Suddenly, I realized that the song that was now playing was "Dude Looks Like a Lady". I hadn't even realized the CD was Aerosmith. I felt a momentary flush of embarrassment, over being the dude that looked like a lady, it soon passed. I looked up to see Amy sitting at the stage grinning like a Cheshire cat. Like I did with the guys, I danced over to her and squatted in front of her and she tipped me in my garter. I even reached down and spread my pussy lips for her, of course all this was automatic. Time seemed to fly by as I danced and talked to the customers. Amy had left shortly before closing, so at closing time I went into the changing room and dressed in my street clothes. On my way out, Dawn told me that I seemed a little different tonight. Not bad, just different. To which I replied that I wasn't quite myself and left with a knowing smile.

I drove to Amy's apartment where she was waiting for me. "So? What did you think?" she said awhile she opened the door for me. "Not too bad," I said reaching into my purse and taking out a wad of money. I walked over to the couch and sat down, it felt funny to sit in such a familiar spot that felt so different against my new body. I counted the wad of money and was a little shocked to find that I had earned a hundred and twenty dollars by turning men on. I looked up and Amy was wearing a smile, "How much?" She asked. "One-twenty," I said. "Not too bad for a Tuesday. Wait until Friday," She told me. I was slightly taken aback at that statement. Friday? I still hadn't given much thought about dancing regularly. "I don't know about that yet. Here." I held out the money for her. "No, that's yours" Amy said. "I told you that you could have anything you earned dancing."

She set it on the coffee table and walked over to me.She put her arms around me and drew me in for a kiss. As we kissed I could feel the pendant of my necklace press between our bare chests, my shirt was open and it rested in the V-neck of my blouse. Almost immediately we felt the tingling begin in our bodies, we stepped away from each other and took our clothes off. She watched as I slowly changed back into my former self. About a half an hour later Dana was Dan, Amy had removed her panties and we kissed again. We slowly moved to the bedroom and after a night of passionate love making we finally fell a sleep in each other's arms.

I woke first. As the sleep slowly slipped out of my mind the first thing I did was to lift the covers and check to make sure that I was me. Then I got up and went to the bathroom like normal and went to the kitchen to make coffee. When the coffee was finished I woke Amy up and gave her a cup, then went and made us breakfast. Over breakfast we talked about my experiences as a woman and if I thought that I could handle being a dancer. I weighed my options for several minutes. Finally, I realized that I didn't have much of an option and agreed to try it for a while until I could find something else. "Besides, you'd only have to be a woman while you're dancing, you can change back when you get home. Now I have an idea that I want to try so we need to go shopping with the money you made last night." Amy said.

After breakfast, I reluctantly got ready to go shopping, throwing on a pair of her jeans and a T-shirt. Then we drove to my house so I could get some clean clothes. We headed to a discount store since I had only a little money to work with and she could only afford to loan me a small amount. I followed her around with a cart as she looked at sizes and styles, asked what I thought and threw them into the cart. She got mostly bras and panties, she also got me two differently styled jumpers and a pair of shoes. She told me that I could use Dana's make-up and lingerie until I could afford to buy my own new. We paid for her selections and went to my house. 

After we got everything inside, she told me to strip and put the Nu-Gen body suit on. Within a few minutes after putting the bodysuit on the tingling subsided and I was a woman again. I had changed in many other ways, like my hands and facial features became smaller and more feminine. First I put on one of the new bra and panties and then one of the jumpers. She then put a ponytail holder to my hair and I put the shoes. I felt tingling in the parts of my body as she touched different places before she wrapped her arms around my neck. I turned and walked to the full-length mirror and gasped at the beautiful creature that looked back at me. I was hot and if I still had my dick it would be as hard as a rock. As it was I felt a most contracting feeling between my legs. I knew from borrowing Dana's body that it was feminine arousal. The girl in the mirror was slightly taller than Amy and had bigger boobs. She also had a slightly smaller waist and wider hips. She had long sandy auburn hair that fell past her shoulders and small feet. Although, I could see a resemblance to Dana, it was in more of a family sort of way. In other words I looked more like the sister Dana never had.

"I'm pretty." the new Dana said as my mouth moved. "You even sound pretty." Amy commented. "So how do you like this look? I have other things that we could try in a couple of hours. This jumper made you look sexy, the other one will make you a little sassy. I also have a bra that will give you the look of smaller boobs, but I think you'll make better tips with these." I said, "No, I think this is fine. These boobs are fine as they are, but I need the money, and it's not like I'm going to carry them around all the time." I or now Dana took my bra and panties off and looked at the new Dana completely unclothed. I looked at my hairless chest with those big mounds of female flesh jutting out off it. The male in me was impressed with the large size of my nipples and that part of me wished that I could explore them as a male, but knew that if I were a male that this chest wouldn't exist. Then I looked to the area between my legs. The triangle of light red hair that was there was a little bigger than I'd seen on a dancer but knew that they shaved it and that I would have to do the same. I looked and the top of slit that peeked out beneath my pubes. I parted my legs and was pleased to note that my inner lips peeked out of my pussy like Dana's.

Amy broke my thoughts by saying..."Come on. Let's get you measured, made up and dressed." I loved the sound of my feminine voice saying, "Okay." I put my bra and panties back on and decided that the bra did quite a bit to help take the weight of my nice breasts. Next, they used Amy's measuring tape for sewing and checked my measurements. My chest was 38" and my waist was 26" and my hips 38". I was 5'10" tall as opposed to Amy's 5'8", and weighed 140lbs. Amy had me sit and she painted my fingernails, which had grown slightly, actually my nails had stayed the same length as my hands had shrunk. Then she had to do my toe nails in the same light purple as my fingernails. Then I sat at Dana's vanity and she applied make-up to my face. She was able to draw on her experience as a dancer to do a pretty good job of all of it. She had me put on my heels and turned on the stereo so she could dance in her underwear. Again I was able to draw on Dana's previous experience to dance with her as well. Amy gave me pointers like since I had bigger boobs, I should show them off and how to do that seductively while dancing. Along with some other stuff and in a couple of hours she had me dancing around like I had done it for years.

"Now you need to get dressed so we can go talk to Dawn. Oh, we need to think of a stage name for you. Dan just won't do while you're a girl. How about Diana?" Amy asked. "It's Dana, Okay," I still liked the sound of my voice. "But, I do have a small problem..." "Oh?" Amy inquired. "Do you ever get turned on from dancing?" I asked. Amy didn't say anything. She just quietly took me by the arm and me into Dana's bedroom and reached into her top drawer and took out a vibrator and handed it to this aroused girl. "Take your panties off so you don't soil them." She looked at the large points at the tip of the my full bra cups and add. "I still can't get over how big your nipples are." I giggled. "Maybe you should get yours made bigger." At which she replied, "No thanks! Mine are fine the way they are." I told her, "Bigger boobs means bigger tips?" Then she said, "NO! You can have them." I laughed as Amy left the room and I took my panties off. I laid back on the bed and relieved my pent up sexual tension. I discovered that it hurt to push the vibrator in my cunt. I figured that I must be a virgin, so I just rubbed it along my slit paying special attention to my clitoris. After I climaxed and rested a moment I got up and put my panties back on and went to the living room and put on my jumper. While I was doing this, Amy went into Dana's vacated room and got a couple negligees for me to wear when I auditioned for Dawn. She just hoped that my boobs would fit into the stuff she picked.

They got in the car and went to the club. Amy knew that Dawn would be there since she always did inventory before the club opened. When they got there Amy knocked on the door and Dawn answered it after a few minutes. They walked in and Dawn asked what was up. "I have someone here I'd like you to meet, Dawn this is Dan." Amy answered. "Hello, don't you mean Dana." Dawn said as she took my hand. "Hi, I would like to audition to be a dancer." I told her. "Well...Aren't you already a dancer." Dawn replied. Amy then said, "What she means is... Look Dawn, I know you could use another girl and Dan really needs a job." Dawn said, "Dan?" As the blood drained from both of their faces, Dawn studied Dan's face. "You look just like Dana, are you related to her?" I just stared and finally Amy spoke. "Dawn, I think the best thing to do is to level with you. Dan make this Nu-Gen bodysuit that can turn just about anybody into Dana, we think. Anyway, Dan discovered how it worked on a few weeks ago when he turned himself into Dana. We decided that since he could really use a job and you could use a dancer..."

Dawn's eyes got wide, "Wait a minute! You want me to believe that this is Dan?" She knew that what Amy was saying was impossible, but Amy wasn't the type to play a practical joke and she'd never lied to her. She was just plain confused. I, in the mean time, stood in shocked silence. "I know it's hard to believe, but this is not Dana. It's Dan, or was." Amy said gesturing toward me. "Last night it was Dan who danced for you not Dana." She could tell that Dawn didn't know weather to believe her or not. So Amy said. "She can prove it to you but then I might not be able to dance tonight. Oh wait! She can show you and dance with me if you don't mind waiting a few minutes." By this time Dawn and me was staring as Amy left and ran out to the car for her gym bag.

Dawn broke the silence first. "So? You're really Dan?" Dan nodded. "Yes, I didn't know she was going to tell you who I was. It's bad enough that I'm so desperate for work that I'm willing to dance as a woman to turn men on without everybody knowing about it." Dawn said, "I can imagine," not wanting to deny or accept my claims. "Well, so you want to be a dancer? Can you really dance?" I picked up the gym bag "Yes, would you like to see?" and went into the changing room. Dawn followed her and was slightly amazed that she knew her way around it, like she had been there before. "You act as though you've been in here before?" Dawn quizzed her. "Yes, like Amy told you I was in here last night with her." I said as I took off my outer clothes and put on a green satin corset and panties with lace from cleavage to crotch. My pubic hair was sticking out of the lace at it's crotch. I put my heels back on and we walked out to the stage.

Dawn went to the stereo and put on a tape for me, what she played wasn't important. As the music played I danced. I did three sets and removed my corset during the second dance like I would've if I'd been dancing for men. After my set I put my corset back on and went down to talk to Dawn. We talked for almost half an hour before Amy returned and by that time Dawn was a little more convinced that Dana was in fact Dan. Amy came in while we were talking and I was still wearing the corset. Amy said. "Wow! I didn't think you'd wear that." I just looked coyly at the ground. Dawn said. "Well she can dance, but I'm still not completely convinced that this is Dan. Dana's sister, maybe?" as Dawn shook her head a few times. "Incredible! Dan... I mean Dana if you want a job bad enough to put up with all this and do whatever it takes to make sure the have a good time, then you can have it. Can you start tonight?" Dawn said still amazed at my breasts. "Sure," I said with mixed emotions. "Okay, be here at 2:00 o'clock." Dawn said as she poured us some drinks. I went to change and Amy brought the drinks back to the dressing room.

So it began. I danced at the club as Dana and after a short time I began to get used to it, so I wasn't so nervous. As time went on, however, it became easier and easier to just be Dana on my days off. Once or twice Amy fixed me up on a blind date, but Dana was still a virgin. After a few months I even stopped changing every weekend, this went on for just over a year. Amy eventually introduced me to her cousin Ken, I had mixed emotions about Ken. On one hand, I liked him, he was nice, had a good sense of humor and he could make me laugh. On the other hand, he was a guy. Even though, I appeared to be a woman in every way, including to my gynecologist. I still knew that I was a man in a woman's body.

The nice thing about Ken, to me, was the fact that he lived over 200 miles away, so we didn't see too much of each other. When he was in town, which was as often as his schedule allowed, we dated. In fact I would end up staying Dana on my days off in case he showed up. I would go fourteen or fifteen days as a woman. Ken wanted to get serious but I lacked the commitment for two reasons. The first was, I fully intended for this arrangement to be temporary. The second was, I/Dana or rather, I/Dan wanted to be intimate with Amy. She was who I wanted to be with, but not as the friends we had become. Only more so since I started being Dana and Amy viewed me as just a girlfriend. Try as I might I just couldn't commit to being a woman for the rest of my life. Ken had even proposed twice, once after giving me a ring expensive enough to pay most of my bills and I had still graciously declined.

One night while I was dancing, two men came in wearing ski masks with guns, they informed everyone that it was a stick up, to be cool and nobody would get hurt. They took everything they could, money jewelry and even my ring, but as they were leaving. I begged them not to take the ring. I told the leader that I would do anything to keep it. I said that it was a family heirloom. "Perhaps we can work something out." His grin broadening, as he looked up and down at me. I knew what he was thinking, after all, I may look like a tall sexy red headed vixen, but I was really a guy. I was almost naked, having removed my shear top while dancing, leaving me in only a pair of pale pink shear nylon panties and white stockings. I knew how he wanted to work things out and I didn't care. I led him to the dressing room. I'd probably loose my job for this, but that didn't matter now. "Aw, come on man!" The other man said to his friend. "We don't have time for this!"


When the door closed I turned around and kissed him full on the lips. Then I started to unfasten his belt and then his pants. He reached up and fondled my right breast. After his pants were unfastened and they dropped to the floor, I slowly sunk to my knees, my breast slipping out of his grasp. He then proceeded to pull down his underwear and pull out the largest dick I've ever seen, we're talking porn star huge. It had to be about 9 or ten inches long and as thick as my forearm. The head was large and purple. "You any good at sucking dick, Bitch? You beter be or someone's going to get hurt" I swallowed my pride and last bit of masculinity and crawled on my hands and knees to his chair. I took his huge dick in my hand and was awed by it's warmth and size. "You like it? Most sluts do. Go ahead and kiss it, kiss the head." I pulled his dick towards my lips and planted a big kiss right on the tip of the head. It immediately jumped in my hand. Startled, I pulled back, and he just laughed. To have my friends hurt maybe shot, or suck this guy's cock, get my ring and have only the two of us know. I wanted to die. How could I make this choice?

I weighed in my mind the outcomes of both situations as I held his rigid member deciding if it was really worth all this. Logic told me yes, so I parted my painted lips and slowly took it into my mouth. I slid my mouth off of it and began to gently lick and kiss his shaft. He took it in his hand and angled it towards my face and pressed it right up against my lips and told me to stick out my tongue. I slowly slid my tongue out of my mouth and ran it up and down the shaft of his rock hard cock. When I got back to the tip, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face down into his lap. His cock shot into my mouth and down my throat forcing me to start gagging on it, he roared with laughter. I kept gagging on it and it just got him more excited. Finally he pulled it out of my throat and started forcing my head to bob up and down on it, sliding it back and forth across my tongue. I could see the trail my hot pink lipstick had left on his shaft. I started moving faster hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. I began bobbing my head furiously, flicking my tongue all over and around his huge dick. He began to groan and move his hips with my head. I kept sucking and sucking and sucking and then he jumped from his chair and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled my head back and aimed his dick at my face. The first shot of jizz flew from his dick and landed on my cheek, the next from my eye to my lips, then one hit my chin, then my forehead. It felt like he had thrown a bucket of come on my face. I was covered in it. He took my hair used it to wipe his dick off. After several minutes of this, I could stand no more.

He stood me up and pulled my panties down. Then he bent me over a chair and slowly entered me. I thought, 'I got to make this good, no matter how much it turns my stomach.' "Be gentle, I'm still a virgin" I said. He chuckled at this admission that he was going to have an illusive virgin. 'This ring must be real important, for her to give up the virginity that she kept for so long' He thought. Slowly and gently he slid the tip of his dick into me. I could feel it gently shoving my lips aside as it slowly began to fill the hole that I hadn't been born with. In a few seconds he bottomed out inside my moist crevice. I felt a slight tearing feeling inside me as he slid all the way in, and then I felt the head of his dick bump my cervix. This aroused me enough to lubricate some more, then he began to work it in and out. Even though, I had no feelings for him, it felt incredible, maybe, even better than when I was Dan. I even got off twice before he did. Then in one final thrust we climaxed together in a crescendo of orgasmic pleasure. I could contain myself no longer and let out a scream and vocally panted several times.

I would find out later that all the other's heard me in the other room. He collapsed on top of me, breathing very heavily, this should've been a perfect opportunity for me to grab the ring. Unfortunately, I was in no more condition to move than he was. Finally, after several minutes we were both able to regain our composure. He stood up and pulled out of me and I could feel the products of our pleasure oozing out of me and running down my legs. He guided my head so that I could clean his dick off with my mouth. I thought I would gag at the thought, but I pushed the thought away and just opened my mouth. I tried not to taste anything. When I was finished he pulled his pants up and re fastened them and buckled his belt. As I bent down to get my panties he said. "No, leave them. I want you to stay just like that, with your cunt drooling down your legs." I stood up. He motioned for me to spread my legs slightly and I complied. I would to do anything he said in hopes of getting the ring back and keeping him from hurting someone. 

"So? Suppose you tell me why this ring is so important that you'd degrade yourself like this?" He said with a grin, enjoying my discomfort at feeling like a whore. "Well..." I stalled, trying to think of something to tell him. I couldn't think of anything so began telling that it was my late mother's wedding ring. He thought for a few moments and said, "Put your panties back on" I picked them up and started putting them on. As I slid them up my legs, they caught most of the cum off my legs and scooped it back up to my crotch and smashed it against my recently assaulted pussy. He laughed at that and smashed a little more with his hand, I could feel the fluid push back between the lips of my pussy. Then he wiped his hand off on her belly and chest. "How would you like to take a ride with us? You don't have to go it's entirely up to you. But if you could entertain my friend I won't shoot anybody." I knew that going with him meant being their slut, going the way I was and maybe getting dumped in the woods somewhere dead like this. I didn't want to go but I had to get that ring back and I didn't want anyone else to get hurt, so reluctantly I said. "Okay."

"Great! Come on then." He lead her out of the dressing room,grabbing a pile of clothes, she turned red as she felt everyone looking at her. He said, "Good news! This little slut wants to come and entertain us." I nodded. He said loudly, "You have to speak up or I'll hurt someone, they can't hear you." I said pretending to sound enthusiastic. "Yes, I want to come along." The other one said. "Fine; let's get out of here, we've been here too long." The leader said "Then shall we," gesturing toward the door, he took my arm and led me out to the car. Amy and Dawn gave me knowing looks that said they knew why I was doing what I was doing and didn't hold it against me. After we got outside the doors, his friend who said that they needed to leave said, "Hey man, I don't want sloppy seconds." The leader looked around for a moment and said, "No problem." He led me over to a hose at the back of the building and moved my panties to one side. I wanted to pull away as he touched the tip of the hose to my cunt lips, but I didn't want to make him angry. I just stood there as he stuck the hose up inside me and slowly turned the water on. I felt the ice cold water gush up inside me for several minutes, until I thought I couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled the hose out of me with a wet pop and hosed off my belly and panties. Then he led her back to his friend and said. "There! Clean as a spring meadow." I just stood there shivering.

The three of us got into a late model Chevy with vinyl seats. I was shoved on the end until I dried. The leader started the motor to drive and we took off. After driving a couple of hours they stopped in a heavily wooded area. By now my only clothing was dry and the chill had gone out of my pussy. They got me out of the car and took my panties off. They told me to get started, so for two hours I sucked and fucked them both twice. Finally when they were all exhausted I rolled over and sat on the ground and looked at myself. I was covered in cum from head to toe, it oozed out of my cunt, my ass and was drying around my mouth. My hair was even matted with it. It dripped off my nipples and nose. The other one went and got in the car after they got dressed again. The leader got dressed and sat on the hood of the car and looked at me. "This ring must be as important to you as you say for you to put up with that." Referring to what had just happened. "But I'm still going to take this with me." Holding up the ring. "What are you saying? I said, even after I degraded myself it was for nothing?" He said, "No, not nothing. We both thoroughly enjoyed it. Think of all the pleasure you got from us and no one got hurt. We should charge you."

With that he got into the car and it sped away, leaving me naked in the woods with a pile of someone else's clothes. I reached over and picked up my panties and put them on, I could feel the cum from both them oozing from my twat and smashing against me, it felt slimy. I started putting on some of the clothing as I watched them drive away. I was now dressed in a shiny silver thong, black leather tube top, and shiny metallic silver stretch pants which clung to my round ass. Then I slid on the strappy black high-heeled pumps and I returned to the road. I then began walking back the way they'd come in the car knowing that if I didn't keep walking I wouldn't make it home. I was mad at them for taking the ring at would almost pay all my bills, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to quit dancing soon and furious that I was raped. "Damn them for using me like that!" I at last flagged a cab to go home, wouldn't you know it would be the same driver that me and Amy hqd used before. Leaning against the cab into the window I told the cabby that I didn't have any money, but he could fuck me for a ride home. The driver grabbed me around the neck and started kissing me, I relaxed and tried to let him get this over with.

When we got to my home he got out of cab and got in the back seat with me. I squirmed and squealed but he was too strong, His tongue was flicking around in my mouth. I felt his hand sliding up the back of my smooth leg and then onto my ass. He started squeezing, his hand was groping my ass, he then slid his finger under the material of the thong and ran it along my ass. He pushed me down on my back and pulled off my black tube top and began sucking on my tits, I tried to push him off me but he was much larger than I was. I began to squeal as he darted his tongue along my nipples. It felt incredible but it still couldn't get me too forget what was happening to me again.

He flipped me over and slowly pulled down my extremely tight shiny silver pants. He pulled them down to my knees and started massaging my ass and kissing the cheeks. Then he slid down my thong and I quickly shot a hand down to grab his dick and pull it up towards my pussy and out of his grip. "That's all right, play with your pussy bitch." He grunted. He slapped my ass hard and then plunged his short but fat dick into my asshole. He grunted and moaned as he tried to force it into my tight hole. I bucked, squealed and squirmed under him but that only encouraged him. He finally entered me and started thrusting. I screamed out in pain but I couldn't utter any words just primitive animal noises. Finally the pain started to subside with every thrust and I took the same attitude that I had taken with the crooks, a sort of survival instinct kicked in. Just end this, get him off and get this over with.

He placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into the seat cushion. I placed both of my hands by my shoulders for leverage and started thrusting my hips back when he would thrust forward. My tight round ass jiggled as he slammed into it and then finally he began to groan. He pulled his dick out and began to jerk off onto my ass. His spunk formed puddles all over my ass. He then slid my panties up, pulled my pants up over the jizz, and then rolled me back over onto my back. His cum covered dick dangled over my tits. He grabbed his cock and used my cleavage to wipe it clean. Then he zipped up, grabbed my tube top and told me to get the fuck out of his cab. When I was about to ask for my top, he pushed the door open and pushed me out. Then he hopped to the front, thanked me and drove off.

I was left sitting there bare-chested in the gutter of the street with a jizz-covered ass and cum dripping from between my tits. I put my hands over my boobs and ran inside. I curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep. Amy and Dawn met me at my home later and I told them all that had happened to me that night. They didn't hold it against me for getting raped to save eveybody, Dawn said that Bear had been found behind the night club knocked out and offered to do what ever I needed to help me. And now not only do you know why I became a dancer, but why my job as the headliner at the club was well deserved. I would do whatever it takes to show the costumers a good time and make sure they come back for more. I had earned my job the hard way and wasn't going to give it up that easy.

 Story Submitted By: Diana De'Whyte