I always hated business dinners with Randall Green. Mind you, he was a good client but instead of doing business on a golf course or a tennis court, he would want to go to a strip club. The only one in town was called Trummps. It had been rumored that prostitution took place there but that activity supposedly took place in another location. I would have left Randall by himself, but my boss insisted because I was the only person in our group that was single. My marital status was never a liability until we came to situations like these.

“Do you like women Peter?”

“Yes.”

“Then why is it that you don’t seem to be enjoying your self,” Randall asked.

Randall had a few drinks in him and wanted me to start ogling the women like he was. We had sat at the front of the stage and there was a leggy blonde gyrating in his face as he parted with his money. In his drunken state he gave her a twenty-dollar bill that he stuffed in her g-string. Not wanting to offend him I said, “This just isn’t my scene.”

“Really, then what is your scene?”

I wasn’t too sure. The women that I met were generally from the bookstore, grocery store, and any other place that I frequented. “Just in everyday life.” My opinion was that there was something pathetic about men who got their jollies by going to strip clubs.

Randall laughed, “Don’t tell me. You’re one of those guys who doesn’t like for women to be objectified.”

“I could care less if women want to be sex objects, but there is something unseemly about this place,” I said to him looking impatiently at my watch.

Again Randall laughed. “Okay man.”

The stage cleared of the women who had been dancing. The woman that was dancing for him was attractive in a trashy sort of way. When the music ended she gave Randall a wink, and walked behind the stage. The mood in the club changed…it was an anticipatory feeling, like something special was going to happen.

Over the intercom I heard, “Gentleman here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for…The one, the only…Mirage!” The woman that came out onto the stage was African-American, 5 ft 7ins, 133 lbs with soft brown skin and eyes that drew you into them. She was attractive. Mirage was wearing a suit that was a little too big but didn’t hide her curves. As she danced she remove the suit jacket, revealing an electric blue bra. Her movements seem to captivate the audience of men. As she unbuttons her slacks, she gave the audience a look that said she was doing something naughty and was enjoying it. That look was all it took to get the audience riled up. Expertly she turned her back to the audience; looked back over the shoulder then smiled. As she bend down, the pants she was wearing disappeared; they were pull away slacks. All she had left was her electric blue bra and matching thong. There were men including Randall that were throwing tens and twenties at the stage. It they had fifties and hundred’s she spin herself around on a pole near them and allowed them to stuff the money in the hip and front of her thong. During the course of her routine she removed her bra to reveal 36 D breast with extremely large dark areolas. I think I actually salivated a bit, and had visions of myself sucking her nipples. She ended her routine with a forward split after which was followed with a thunderous applause, catcalls, and whistles. While I was watching her I got the impression that she at one time dance professionally, or at least had a lot of training because it was a combination of a sensual yet athletic routine. Those splits that she did would get any guy hard. She had the men in that room in the palm of her hand, and she knew it. I wasn’t an exception to that rule.

As a scantily clad waitress came by I heard Randall ask her, “How much would it cost to have a lap dance?”

“Twenty dollars per song.”

“Cool, I would like a dance from Mirage.”

“Oh, you want a Mirage…she’s fifty dollars.”

Randal looked at her incredulously and asked, “Why so much?

“She’s the most popular girl. Everyone wants her, and the owner decided to cash in on her popularity.”

“Maybe if I hired her…”

“For a bachelor party? Forget, it she doesn’t do them.”

Randall seemed disturbed but asked, “What does she do in 3 to 5 minutes that warrants fifty dollars?”

“She’s generally able to get guys to come three to five times. As far as I know none of the other girls are able to do that in a short amount of time.”

“Really,” Randall asked intrigued.

“Yes, if you want her she’ll cost you. But most of the patrons that get a lap dance from her say she’s well worth the money.”

“As I watched Randall I could see the wheels turning in his mind then he said, “Okay. I’ll pay for one.”

“Okay, I’ll let her know.”

I couldn’t help but feel that he was spending his money foolishly. Since he was a client I didn’t feel the need to point out the foolishness of his decision.

When she came over she looked at me as if she could see into the very depths of my soul. Those hypnotic brown eyes held me spellbound…that look was almost like she was trying to access my weakness. It was broken when she smiled and greeted Randall.”

She didn’t waste any time and got down to business, “Your server told me that you were interested in a lap dance.”

It was odd because all of a sudden the cool calm and collected Randall started getting tongue-tied, “Uh, uh…yeah.” She looked him in his eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then said, “Lets go to a private room. Would you like your friend to watch?”

Randall looked over at me as if he was confused then said, “Yes. I want him to see what he’s missing.”

I didn’t like the sound of this but I was curious as to how she was going to make him cum five times in three minutes. When we got into the room she asked him what song he wanted to listen to. After he decided she straddled him, looked him in the eyes and he just passed out. She whispered some words to him then I saw his body convulse and him gyrating his hips to meet her snatch. Mirage hadn’t even moved her hips. His body seemed to calm down, and he opened his eyes. Then she stood up, and grabbed his crotch and again he started to convulse, his eyes closed again as if in ecstasy.

Wow, that was two and she hadn’t really done anything.

Then she started dancing around him and when she got behind him wrapped her arms around him, and started stroking his chest, and neck and head, then whispers something to him and again he started writhing in the chair again…. when that one ended he opened his eyes and looked at her in utter amazement. Depthly she moved around him and got on all fours and started crawling to his lap, she took her hands and began stroking his thighs, then stood up between his legs and began licking his ear which seemed to send him into another spiral into a more intense orgasm that seemed to be more powerful than the previous one. When that one passed. She just stood in front of him and said, “I hope you enjoyed, and come by anytime.” Again he started writhing in his chair as if his orgasm wouldn’t stop then finally he passed out.

I looked at her in shock, and immediately got up from my chair to get away from her.

She again was staring at me with those dark brown eyes. I for the life of me couldn’t seem to look away from her. She smiled at me and asked, “What’s you name?”

I heard myself say, “Peter.”

“What do you do for a living, Peter?”

“I’m an accountant.”

“Do you work independently or for a group?”

“I work for Taylor, Hayes, and Mason Group.”

“Why are you here?”

“Randall wanted to come, and I was told to come with him by my boss.”

She looked at me as if contemplating this information, and then she asked him, “What is your last name?”

“Anderson.”

“Peter Anderson,” she said softly, “Please to meet you I’m Mirage.” She held out her hand to shake mine. For a moment I just stared at her hand then took it after the cobwebs from my mind cleared. “Did you enjoy the show?” Her voice was mellifluous, warm, and inviting.

She was still holding my hand when I said, “Yes. You’re very talented.” I felt myself become hard at the thought of her making me cum without touching me.

Again she smiled, and I felt my heart stop. Up close her makeup seem to enhance her beauty.

“Well Peter, it was nice meeting you.”

She turned, touched Randall on the shoulder, and walked out.

After she touched Randall he woke up with a satisfied smile on his face, and a large wet stain in his slacks.

The next day I couldn’t shake my thoughts of Mirage. I dreamed about her being above me with those eyes that drew me in. Thoughts of her followed me to work. After some time, I was able to set thoughts of her aside and do some work.

“Mr. Anderson? Lena Moore is here to see you,” my assistant said over the intercom.

She was a new client that had set up an appointment early that morning. “Send her in,” I told my assistant.

When I heard the door opened I looked up from my desk, and it was Mirage. I was spellbound and instantly my cock was on the ready.

“Mr. Anderson, it’s good to see you again,” Mirage said to me. When she saw that I was tongue-tied she chuckled and said, “Breathe.”

She was dressed in a red suit that hugged her in all the right places. It was conservative but it flattered her figure. I did as she suggested and said, “Good to see you. How may I help you?”

“I’m in need of an accountant to keep a running book of my assets.”

It turned out that she did in fact need an accountant. The money she’d made as a stripper was used to buy several rental properties, both commercial and residential. On average she was collecting in excess of thirty thousand dollars a month from that. The rest were stocks, and bonds and various other financial interests. I was amazed at what I saw before me and I asked, “With all the money that you make in your investments, why do you still strip.”

“Because I meet businessmen that are very willing to share their expertise with me for reasons other than money. Clearly when a man comes to a strip club he has one thing on his mind. It isn’t an accident that Randall brought you to me.”

She stood up and came behind my desk then turned my chair so that I faced her. I was scared and excited at the same time. I wanted her, and I wanted to be under her control.

“Peter,” she said softly. “My my, you’re so willing. I like that. I like that a lot. Do you want to be bound to me?”

I heard myself say, “Yes.”

“Good. Now close your eyes.”

I closed my eyes.

I heard her say, “I want you to take three deep cleansing breaths. With each breath you will become, more and more relaxed.”

I took in three breaths, and with each one I became more relaxed.

“Relax, you feel very calm and very peaceful. As you become more and more relax, you will become more and more submissive to me. Whenever you look into my eyes you will become more and more submissive. The more submissive you become the more open you will become to my suggestions. The more submissive you become, the more open you become to my suggestions. You will not be able to resist anything that I request of you. It is your greatest desire to please me, and do all that I ask of you. Your greatest desire is to please me, and do all that I ask of you. Do you understand Peter?

“Yes, my greatest desire is to please you.”

“Every time you look in my eyes the more and more submissive you will become. Every time we are together the more and more submissive you become. It is your greatest desire to please your Mistress. You take great pleasure in being my slave. What is your greatest desire Peter?”

“My greatest desire is to please you Mistress.”

“Very good slave. Now I want you to take all of the information that I’ve given you and take it home, and on your private time you will keep a detail accounting of my finances. When I’m please with you’re performance, I will reward you by making you cum, without touching you. Would you like that Peter?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“In public you will call me Lena, and in private you will call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“On the count of three you will feel wide awake, feeling refreshed, and feeling fine, feeling better than before. One, you are becoming more aware of your body. Sensation is returning to your feet, legs, and calves…two sensation is returning to your torso, chest, arms, neck, and face…. three you’re awake feeling refreshed, feeling fine, feeling better than before.

When she brought me out of trance my desire to be with her consumed me. I wanted her even more than before she put me under. She seemed to register my thoughts and said, “If you are very good I’ll consider that.”

She pulled up her skirt, sat up on my desk, opened her legs and said, “Lick me till I come, Slave.” For a moment I was dumbstruck but immediately started licking the lips of her pussy. I wanted to please her, and it only took me a few moments to realize that she enjoyed light gentle strokes to her cunt. When she started to moan and gyrate her hips I became excited by the prospect of what my reward maybe. She came in quick succession, releasing her pussy juices into my mouth. Regrouping from her orgasm she smiled and said, “Very nice, and I didn’t even have to teach you. You’ve really pleased your Mistress.” Then she licked the remnants of her juices from my face, and kissed me deeply.

She gave me a lustful look then got down off the desk and shimmied my slacks down and took my engorged cock in her hand, and started stroking it. I closed my eyes surrendering to the wave of sensations flowing through my body. The wave turned into a strong current as she took my cock into her mouth. My Mistress skillfully rotated her tongue around my dick, which caused a build up in my body. I couldn’t help but moan. I flew over when she took her finger and rubbed the head of my cock as she sucked me off. As my body spiraled out of control she drained me of my cum. She then stood up kissed me and drain all of my copious juices into my mouth. I was satiated with satisfaction.

Through the fog of my satisfactions she said to me, “Lets go slave I want to see what other talents you have.”

As we laid in bed I looked out into space trying to gauge my feelings about the amount of control my Mistress had over me. For hours she had used me in every imaginable way. Nothing had been held back. I could get use to this, but she hadn’t said anything about keeping me.

I felt her stir and then she opened her eyes and looked at me. There are times when I wondered if she had the ability to read minds, because she said to me, “You’re worried.” It was a statement instead of a question.

“Yes.”

“Don’t. If we have more sessions like what we’ve had, you needn’t be concerned.”

I smiled, “Thank you Mistress. It’s my greatest desire to please you.”

“Good. Now take that talented tongue of yours and lick my pussy.”

Happily, and without hesitation I did as she told me.

Epilogue—6 months later

Through some of my recommendations, and Mistress Lena’s business acumen she incorporated her business ventures. I quit my job and was appointed as CFO of Mirage Inc. As a result she stopped stripping and took her ability to control men to the main stream. Most of her contacts are made in business galas, and cemented in business meetings, golf courses, and tennis courts.

I later learned that she had over 100 slaves; all of which she used in different ways. All of them, like myself were helpless to her will.

I still haven’t experienced having her make me cum without touching me. As the phone rings I answer it.

“Anderson here.”

“How’s my slave today?”

My pulse began to pick up speed, and then slow down as I go into an automatic trance. Almost breathless I say, “I’m very good Mistress.”

“I’m very pleased with your service to me and I will give you what you’ve been wanting since you’ve met me.”

“Oh…”

“Yes. Are you ready?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Come anytime,” she said. For the first time my body spiraled out of control and no one had touched me.