Crystal sat on her assigned chair in the dressing room and finished snapping the straps of her black, platform heeled, sandals. They were brand new, specially picked out for this event. Tonight the gentleman's club she danced at was having an event for the local military platoon who had just come home victorious from the war. It was good for public relations, patriotism kept the prudes quiet, and the soldiers had a warm welcome from the girls. This was an especially important platoon; they were the men who captured the evil countries' dictator, a warlord who took over after the assassination of the democratically elected, but socialist leaning, president two years before. Despite their undemocratic tendencies, they had resources our country needed so an invasion was planned and had finally succeeded. The bottle blond stripper was happy hostilities had ended, one of her cousins had enlisted a year ago, and would be sure to give the men a special night.
She stopped and took one last look in the mirror. A silver, lacy, microfiber minidress hugged her hips and augmented breasts. Crystal was now a 34DD, having gone on vacation for two weeks a few months ago to have them done. They made her voluptuous, and one of the best dancers there. “The bigger the better” she jokingly told people when she returned with breasts that didn't exactly match her 5” 3” frame. A lot of men loved that and lavished her with tips.
Crystal's work had paid for them, a gift for her third anniversary at the club. A lot of the trip was a blur filled with parties and fun. The blond met a man, a handsome European, early in her trip who she ended up staying with. When they first met, she had been concerned because he gave her some drugs at a fancy restaurant, but she felt so good on them that it didn't bother her anymore. He escorted her to the doctor on her surgery day and visited while she recovered. A handful of days went mindlessly by before she was heading, new breasts snug in a very revealing evening gown, on his arm to a fancy party. The evening was spent as perfect arm candy, smiling her lovely bimbo smile she had perfected while dancing and being generally agreeable and obedient.
Upon returning to her own home state, for some reason it didn't bother her she had to leave the country to get breast implants, the funniest thing happened. Crystal found that she liked being submissive. Sure, she had role played it for men before; a few lawyers that were her clients paid extra for private sessions on her off days. Nowadays, it thrilled her to be docile and obedient, especially with her boss Michael. Michael had always been very good to her, but after her vacation, Crystal found herself doing exactly what he said and finding happiness, and arousal, in his praise. Lately she was working extra hard because it seemed like her payouts at the end of the night were less and less each evening. This didn't concern her, it just made her want to please him more.
According to her nightly schedule, the soldiers had been allowed to pick their favorite styles of outfits for the girls to wear. The other girls scheduled for tonight, Tiffani, a redhead, dressed in a rubber pink French maid uniform, Sonia, Russian and barely legal, practically naked in a floss sized pink bikini and clear platform heels, and Harmony, a brunette, who only started working recently, in an insanely skimpy cocktail dress and black pumps, were some of the best girls the club currently employed.
Funny, Crystal thought, all four of them had gotten implants in the past couple of months.
The girls were all standing around Michael, giggling loudly at something he had said. Tiffani had her arm wrapped around Michael's and was running the white tip of her very tan, French manicured, index finger along his arm. This made Crystal jealous. Sometimes Tiffani could be a real bitch and would steal customers from her. One night, the blond girl picked a fight with her about it but Michael had told her to drop the argument. Weird, she had totally forgotten about that night until right now. The redhead looked incredible in her rubber maid uniform, but still Crystal hoped she could show her up tonight and put her rival in her proper place.
Crystal was broken from hazy daydreaming by Michael's voice calling her over to him. Eager to please him, she hurried as quickly as her platform sandals allowed and stood next to Harmony, who stared vacantly, as usual, at Michael with dopey eyes. He made eye contact with Crystal and smiled, making her look down at her shoes. All four girls lined up next to each other, one more beautiful than the next one down the line.
Michael adjusted his tie and began to speak to his dimwitted employees. “Alright girls, tonight is an important night for the club. I need all four of you to be on your best behavior.”
Each girl answered, “Yes, Sir,” passively without any second thought. Crystal really wanted to do well for him. He had been so nice to get new breasts for her anniversary.
Their boss continued. “Girls, these men are heroes. Two of them were the soldiers who captured the enemies' leader. The third is our countries' liaison to Eastern European arms dealers who aided us greatly during this conflict. In fact, he is immigrating to our wonderful nation and moving to this area. As citizens,” he paced up and down the line, stopped in front of Tiffani and then Crystal, “it is our patriotic duty to honor them. I am sure you girls agree with me.”
Again, all four of his strippers concurred in unison. Crystal smiled widely; she was so proud of her cousin who was involved in the war. The bottle blond loved their country and would prove how patriotic she was tonight by giving these men the time of their lives! It made her wet down below to imagine what was going to happen tonight. These brave men would get a good time no matter what she had to do.
Crystal's boss instructed the girls to follow him to their V.I.P. Room in the far corner of the club. All four girls, Crystal leading them, fell in line behind him and followed until they stood at the door. Each girl put her game face on, smiling vapidly and looking as seductive as possible. Michael opened the door and motioned for each girl to enter one by one. Crystal was first, smiling after seeing two men in military dress uniforms on the right side standing by a couch. Both were very cute, she hoped one of them picked her.
The man on the other side was quite a surprise to Crystal. It was her European friend! Wait, he was the patriot who assisted these brave men? She found herself strongly wishing she could kneel down and suck his cock right now. However, she just swayed over to him and hugged the man tightly, blushing as he kissed her hand.
They made small talk for a minute, laughing at their shared surprise that the other was here. Crystal noticed that he, his name was Andre she now remembered, seemed a little nervous. That thought was forgotten as Michael spoke up to get the room's attention. “Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, this is an important moment. I want to welcome our returning heroes.” He paused while the men and women clapped, watching Crystal put a hand on Andre's shoulder. “Our gentleman's club recently reached an agreement with the local community, Horizon Falls, so that we may stay a part of their thriving community. These two heroes here, and our friend from Europe, are about to become valuable members of that community. It is an honor, as a part of our agreement with Horizon Falls, to offer them the chance to choose between our finest girls.”
The girls knew their cue and lined up again. Crystal offered a flirty smile to Andre, hoping he picked her for the evening. After a minute of being observed by the men, Crystal noticed the other two also looked nervous; Michael nodded to them and began to speak again. “As I said, tonight is an important moment for this club.” He pointed to Harmony. “Sweetie, please come up here.” Harmony swayed seductively towards her employer and stood next to him, puppy dog devotion in her eyes. The look in her eyes made it seem like nothing mattered but him right now.
Michael fidgeted a little to control the bulge in his pants. He turned to address the devoted stripper standing at his side. “Harmony, I have assembled my four best girls. Each of them has been rewarded lately. Now, they have been chosen to become the latest, um, conversions to our friends in Horizon Fall's philosophy concerning women. I told you about it the other day; you seemed to agree with it, didn't you dear?”
Harmony brightened and clapped her hands together. “Yes, Master, Harmony thinks it is wonderful.” She continued to stare at him with utter devotion.
Crystal raised her eyebrows. Master? Was this all part of tonight's game? Why was she speaking in the third person? She exchanged a look with both Sonia and Tiffani.
Michael smiled at the devoted, brainwashed, girl. Out of his pocket he pulled a device the size of a cell phone. “Harmony, sweetie, why don't you activate the other chattelbots?”
Before both Crystal and Sonia could speak up, Harmony pushed the pink colored button at the top of the device. Crystal felt a sharp pain in her mind and then her body moved without her consent to stand at attention. Frantically, she tried to move but found that her arms remained at her sides, her back straight and chest pushed forward. Along with the other two girls now standing at attention as well, she spoke, “chattelbot waiting for final programming.”
What the hell was a chattelbot? Why couldn't she move? It was becoming harder and harder to think clearly. When she tried to move again, it was like Crystal was attempting to lift a car. Her mind was becoming cloudier and cloudier until Michael made eye contact with her, which caused her to feel safer and secure. For the first time she noticed just how handsome he was. If she could move, she would be happy to give him a lap dance. A vivid, and extremely sensual, memory of her boss fucking the girl's ass a few weekends before came back to her in a flash.
Still, something about this seemed very wrong. She tried to concentrate, move her body, anything to fight the growing haze encompassing her. It was becoming harder and harder to think clearly. A thought popped into her mind. Girls shouldn't have to think a lot, they are made for pleasure. They should let men do their thinking for them. She blinked a few times. Given the headache the blond chattelbot had right now, that sure made a lot of sense. Little did the bimbo realize, this line of thinking had been brainwashed into her repeatedly.
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