Stripped Away

by Jennifer White

  

What a place this was! My buddies had decided that the casino was lame, so we headed out to the strip club across the river. The place was wild! Girls everywhere. One after another they came out and danced the erotic dances for us. The alcohol flowed, as did the cash. I had never seen a place like this were they women were so perfect. And so many of them!

I had about a hundred dollars left, and I wanted to try something wild. So when the blonde sprawled out on the stage in front of me asked if I wanted to private session, I agreed. She smiled, put on her micro-mini skirt and blue glitter bra with a long dangling fringe. Then she led me by the hand to a little room upstairs. I have her all the money in my wallet.

"For another fifty, I can arrange something that will completely blow your mind" she said. I didn't want to spend any more, but something about the way she said it made it sound so irresistible, that I had to try it. I went to the ATM down the hall, and pulled out another hundred.

"Here" I said, giving it all to her.

"You won't be sorry" she said.

She walked over to the door, and double locked it.

"What's your name again?" I asked.

"Brandi" she replied. It was a name I would never forget.

 

First, she turned on some music, and began to dance for me with the pole. I was seated in a comfortable plush chair, relaxing and watching her move to the rhythm of the music. It was just entrancing to watch this incredible woman move like that, and know that it was just for me.

She started to take off her clothes, revealing her huge but perfectly shaped breasts, and the nicely trimmed rectangle of pubic hair. She gyrated her hips, and I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy.

Next, she started to give me a lap dance, rubbing against me. It took all my will power not to come in my pants. After a few minutes of the wonderful pleasure, she turned to face me. I was very surprised when she straddled me with her long smooth legs, and pulled herself right up to me so that her exposed breasts were almost touching me!

I could barely breath as she started to loosen my tie, and unbutton my dress shirt. She pulled my shirt off of me, and there I was, bare chested. She rubbed her breasts up against my chest, and I felt explosions of pleasure and desire. They were so large and firm! I couldn't believe this was happening!

She stood up, and I immediately missed the warmth of her next to me.

"I'll be right back with you honey" she said. "But first, we need to get these off of you."

She took off my shoes and socks, then moved her hands up my leg until she was unbuckling my belt, then unzipping my fly. I sat up a little while she pulled on the pant legs, and there I was, just in my boxers!

I could tell from the smile on her face that those were the next item to go. I didn't resist as she removed them from me, her hands making all sorts of contact with my skin. And I wanted more! This was just too good to be true! I had never felt this aroused before, and this kept getting better and better.

Brandi put my clothes into a neat pile on a table in the corner. She briefly slipped my dress shirt on, and modeled it for me.

"Is this a good look?" she said. Seeing *my* shirt with breasts bulging underneath was strangely exciting, and I felt a spasm between my legs. I sure I hoped I wasn't about to come. This was too good to ruin.

Brandi danced some more, and took my shirt off. She put it neatly with the other clothes, and returned to me.

"Spread your legs wide" she said. I immediately obeyed.

She sat on the edge of the chair in front of me, and pushed herself back until her back was in contact with my chest. I was pressed tightly against her.

"Oh baby, I can feel you. You're so big!" she cooed.

She took my hands, and put them on her breasts.

"How do you like the feel of these?" she said.

"They are so wonderful, like the rest of you" I said. She giggled. She told me to move my head to the side, and look down so I could see her.

"Now I'm going to show you what I like" she said. She put her hands over mine, and started to guide them. I could smell her; her perfume, her sweat, her hair, the smell from between her legs. I enjoyed every breath of her aroma.

She started to move my left hand in little circles on her exposed nipple, while she started to pull my right hand down.

"Relax baby. Don't resist. Let me move your hands."

I tried to relax, and let her steer me. It was a little hard to not have some resistance to her nudging, but as I rubbed her all over, it got to be a little easier.

"That's better. Just let me do it. Close your eyes now. Just relax."

I closed my eyes, and continued to drink her in with my other senses. My left hand was still playing with her nipple. She guided my right hand closer and closer to her center, and I tingled all over when she steered it right to her pussy. She took my 2nd finger, and pushed it into the start of her slit, and guided it until it touched her clitoris.

She guided my hand with very subtle moves, as it gave her pleasure. She moaned and cooed to me.

"Yes. Ooh, that feels so good. Don't stop!"

The idea that *I* was giving pleasure to such a perfect creature as her was just overwhelming. I was relaxed now, melting into her, giving up total control to her as she guided my hands. The sensation of touching her perfect skin with my hands was overwhelming. I felt pleasure building up in me, more and more intensely than I ever had before!

With each moment, it was like our closeness grew. When she first started steering my hand, it was hard because I was tense, and I didn't know where she would move it next. But now, it was almost as if I knew exactly where she wanted me to move it. So not only did I no longer resister her as she moved my hands, it felt just like I was doing it myself. Like we were so much on the same wavelength now, so tuned in to each other, than we were thinking the same thing.

I had never felt so close to a woman! To feel such a bond with a woman is beyond description! Between my legs, I started to feel waves of pleasure in a way I never had before. And I still hadn't even come yet!

My hand started moving with an increasing intensity, and the waves of pleasure become more frequent. Then I had a *really* big wave of pleasure, just an explosion which traveled all the way up my spine and to the base of my brain. I gasped for air. It was better than any feeling I had ever experienced in my entire life.

 

Now I started to feel something new. At first, it was a tingle in my chest, on my left nipple. Then it became more intense. It started to feel sore. At that moment, Brandi guided my hand over to her right breast, and had me pinch that nipple instead. I could almost feel it in my own nipple.

"Closer baby. Come closer to me" she said. I was already touching her with all of my body, but I imagined being even closer to her yet.

"Hold me tighter" she said, and I thrust forward with my pelvis and legs, to drive even closer to her.

"Oh, that's good" I thought. I could not believe it that I heard her voice say the same thing at the same moment I had thought it.

"Harder now!" she said, which was also strange, because I had just sensed that if I started to move my hand harder, I would feel even more pleasure. I was breathing really hard now, panting.

"Yes!" I said, "Oh yes!!!"

But it wasn't my voice that said it. It was *hers*.

I opened my eyes, and discovered that I wasn't sitting in a chair pleasuring a woman. I was a woman in a chair, pleasuring myself!

"Oh!" I said involuntarily, as the next wave of pleasure hit me. I couldn't stop. I didn't really think about the fact that somehow I had become her; at the moment, the only thing that mattered was the intense pleasure of the multiple orgasms I was feeling.

It was only after I became very sensitive and ticklish between my legs, that I finally pulled out my finger. I stared at it. It was so small, with long manicured fingernails, perfectly painted a fiery shade of red.

I moved my hands across my thighs. They were tight and muscular, with such soft smooth skin! I touched my pubic hair, which as so small and well trimmed instead of the usual bush of hair I was used to. That and the fact that just below it, there was nothing but a moist slit, the pink lips on the sides engorged from all the recent stimulation.

I stood up, and looked at the wall mirror. My hips were wide enough that I had curves, my butt tight and muscular. My legs were so long! I moved up, and felt my big breasts with my cupped hands. My long blond hair fell down below my shoulders, all wild and messed up from the sexual encounter. My face! It was so pretty, with makeup applied in all the right places to enhance my looks. Not that I needed it. I would be a knockout with or without makeup.

I looked at myself in profile, and from the front again. I ran my hands all over my body. Shivers of excitement hit me all over, like aftershocks from all the orgasms. I felt so wet between my legs! I took a tissue from the box on the table, and wiped myself off down there. It took a couple of them to do the job.

I was just too stunned to really think. Somehow, I was no longer me, I was *her*. I was Brandi! I could not believe how incredible it felt to be a woman. Every touch, every sensation was new and exciting. But it wasn't over yet.

In my mind, I felt her presence still there with me. She was touching me, caressing me, holding me close. Like her soul and my soul were in close contact, just as our bodies had been a few moments ago. I could feel her intoxicating presence within me, drawing me closer and closer.

I felt her now, all around me. I was completely engulfed by her presence. Just as her hands had started steering my hands, I could feel her now starting to steer my thoughts. I had let her control my physically, until she had completely brought me into her. Now, I could sense something similar was going on in my mind. I started to think her thoughts!

I needed to get ready for my next act, and I was running out of time. No! Her next act, not mine! I suddenly tried to stop this, to keep her separate from me, but it was too late. Her will was crushing me, bending me. I needed to get ready, because it was a full house, and I could make good money tonight. I wondered which costume I should choose this time. Perhaps the cat suit?

Get out of my mind! Focus! I tried to stop her thoughts, but I could do nothing now. I was becoming her in mind and soul, and I could not resist any more. I fell to her deep embrace, and let her flow all around me. I let her thoughts fill my mind, giving no resistance at all. I lost myself within her, letting her own my very soul.

I felt a shiver of cold, and knew I needed to get dressed. I put on my panties, my micro-mini, and my bra. Then I slipped into my heels. I would go to my dressing room, and get my costume ready for the next show. I took the pile of clothes with me, and dropped them off in the hamper where we collected clothes to donate to the poor.

When I got to the dressing room, I took a quick shower, wearing a shower cap to keep my hair dry. Once I was clean, I got into my cowgirl costume, and admired myself in the mirror with the Stetson on my pretty little head. I would make lots of money tonight! I pulled the garter up on my leg, where the drooling me would deposit their money, as if their giving me a few dollars would make me suddenly want them, and want to go out with them.

I thought the cowgirl getup was so appropriate, because they were such cattle. With just a little prodding, I could make them do whatever I wanted. It felt powerful to be able to control men like that. So many women are subjugated, so even this little bit of empowerment was something to savor.

I grabbed my lasso, which was the prop I chose for today. Sometimes I would go with the riding crop, or the squirt guns which I would put into my mouth as if they were male sex organs. But the lasso seemed like the right thing for today.

The stage manager warned me that I only had five minutes, so I touched up my makeup, perfected my hair, put on my knee high boots with the six inch heels, and stood by the side of the stage, awaiting my introduction.

 

When they called my name, I strutted on stage, waving my lasso in the air like I was ready to rope a steer. Men seemed to love my knee high boots, even though they covered up so much of my calves. I worked so hard to keep my legs in shape, and liked to show them off. But with the short skirt, they seemed to like the boots even better than heels. So I went with what pays the best.

I started my dance routine on the pole, and began stripping by removing my skirt, to reveal the shocking red panties underneath. Then I took off my top, which was more like something that the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders would wear, than true western wear. I know I wouldn't want to ride a horse in something like that! As usual, the men went wild seeing my breasts.

Then I worked the pole for a while before starting to take off my panties. I was still very limber from all my years of gymnastics training, so I did the spits before I took them off. Again, a big crowd pleaser. Now I was naked except for my Stetson and my boots. I went to the side of the stage, and swung my lasso until I spotted a bachelor party at the side of the stage. I roped the bachelor, and pulled him up to the stage, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. All the guys in his party went wild cheering, and drinking down more beers.

I made a mental note to visit that table first. I would get lots of dances, and make lots of tip money.

 

After twenty minutes, it was time for me to get off the floor. The manager didn't want too many girls out at once, so I would get my break, then do a costume change, and head upstairs to visit the private parties in the special rooms.

"Excuse me miss" said a man as I started to walk away.

"Yes hon?" I replied.

"Do you know where Jay is?"

"Who?"

"The guy from our group that went upstairs for a dance with you?"

"Oh he's in here somewhere" I said as I strutted away to my dressing room. I laughed to myself at the double entendre.

I went with the "naughty nurse" outfit, and worked the private rooms upstairs. I let the men slap my butt, or touch my breasts, if they tipped well. So I made a pile of cash. When I was done upstairs, I could go home for the night.

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I went through my normal routine of working Friday, Saturday and Sunday at the club. Monday was my night off, but I showed up at 5pm to meet with Miss Rowland, the club owner. I had absorbed the soul of that man a few days ago, and it was time to move on.

I entered Miss Rowland's office, and bowed my head to her. She motioned for me to sit down, then pushed a button on her phone.

"Jan, please send Dawn in to see us."

Jan was a retired dancer, too old for this business, now that she was 45 years old. She was still beautiful, and a real knockout. But not young enough to work in this place. Unfortunately, for men handing out money, age did matter. They think that they get sexier with age, while older women are diminished? That hardly seems fair.

But speaking of young, Jan opened the door, and showed Dawn in. She was very young, perhaps barely over the age of 21. She might be 18 and have a false ID, but that wouldn't matter. She was really built. She had long curly black hair, very large breasts, long legs, and a seductive face. Perfect for this business. I looked at Miss Rowland, and she gave me a knowing wink. Dawn had just passed the audition.

"Dawn, come here, and stand by Brandi. I want to see you two side by side."

We stood facing each other. I knew what would happen next, but I felt sorry for this poor girl. She didn't know what she was getting into.

Miss Rowland walked up to us, and put her hands on each of our foreheads. We both froze, looking into each other's eyes, unable to move. Then I felt it happening. The connection opening up, the flow between us beginning. I felt part of me going away, and into her.

When it was over, I felt completely the same as I had before we started, except for one thing. When I first moved into this female body, I had felt my mind pushed in certain directions, my thoughts forced into different channels than they normally flowed through. As if water from a river had been diverted into a canal.

Now *she* was gone, the feminine force which had controlled me at first. But like the water flowing into the canal, I was now in my new course, and there was no way I could ever get back to the old path. My thoughts could never go back to how they were before. And I didn't *want* them to. I was a woman. Why would I want to even remember the nightmare of when I had been a man?

I looked up at Dawn. I realized from the glint in her eye, that the woman who had been in this body before, was now firmly in charge over there.

"It takes a man's energy," said Miss Rowland, "in order for us to make the leap to another body. As you have learned, we can channel the mind of the new body to *our* thought patterns. This way, not only can we stay forever young if we wish to, but we end up with a group of women who's minds are filled with exactly the thoughts we want and no others."

I got down on my knees before this powerful woman, as did Dawn. I *knew* to do it.

"We will wait another week, then each of you will go out and find another man. Before the year is over, I want to have another hundred women ready. When we begin to take over, the men will never know what hit them. Today, they are in charge. Soon, they will be mere slaves to us. We will set women in their proper place, and men will be nothing but empty shells to serve us."

I looked up and smiled. It was so empowering being a woman. The thought that soon we would dominate all men, and have them at our beck and call was truly exciting. I felt such an urge to be a mother, and raise a baby. But with this profession, I couldn't do it because of what it would do to my body. But once we were in charge, there would be no more places like this. And I would be free to fulfill my deepest dreams of motherhood.

I couldn't wait for the day when we ruled. Women! In charge of the world! What a fine place it would be. But in the mean time, there was dancing to do, and money to be made. It was my day off, but I loved nothing more than dancing naked, and having the weak cattle called 'men' hand their hard earned dollars over to me. I asked Miss Rowland if I could please work, and she agreed!

Fifteen minutes later, I was naked, sprawled out on the stage, doing what I did best...

  

  

  

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