Stripper Slut Nikki
by: Popov

 

My name is Nick. I'm 21 years old and I've been in a relationship with my girlfriend Sasha for 4 years now. We are complete opposites. Where I'm short, about 5' 9", and slight, only 140 lbs, with long brown hair; she is tall, 5' 10", shapely, 37-25-33, with shorter blonde hair. We both went to college out west together, unfortunately I couldn't keep the grades to stay in. But it seemed to be working out for the best because with the job I got working as manager at a local restaurant I was able to support myself and pay for Sasha's schooling.

Things were great until a few months ago when I lost my job after the restaurant closed. Sasha was crushed; she didn't have time to study and work with her heavy class load and really depended on me to help her out. I tried to get another job at a different restaurant, but with the wages they offered I could barely support myself let alone Sasha. I felt worthless. One night, after Sasha and I had been drinking, tempers began to flare when we talked about what she was going to do to stay in school. She pointed out that with her class schedule and time needed to study the only job she could get would be at night. So I suggested that with a schedule like that, and the body that she has, maybe stripping at a local club might be a good idea. She became irate. I had forgotten how much she hated stripping. Sasha was very big into women's lib and looked at stripping and adult movies as the worst kind of degradation to women. She became screaming at me telling me how worthless I was.

"You sexist bastard! How could you even suggest something like that? To your own girlfriend!"

"Honey I just meant that it might be an option. The pay would be great and it would fit your schedule," I stammered.

"Do you have any idea how degrading that is to dance up there well men hoot and throw money at you?"

Keeping a calm voice so as to not escalate the argument, "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices…"

Interrupting, she screamed, "I wouldn't have to make these sacrifices if you could have kept your fucking job, you pussy."

And with that she stormed out of the room and out of the apartment. I just sat there on the bed crushed. I knew I had let her down and now she thinks I'm a chauvinist pig. She's probably going to leave me I realized. My life has been ruined. No job, I'm running out of money and now my girlfriend is leaving me. I slept for about two hours when I was woken by the door shutting. I looked up and saw Sasha. She walked over and sat next to me on the bed.

I looked up into her eyes, "I'm sorry for what I said, honey, you know that…"

"Shhhh," she whispered and then she began to kiss me. When she stopped she spoke very slowly and very directly.

"I am very angry with you. I've considered leaving you and have decided that that is not really what I want. I love you, but I can't live with a sexist jerk. So I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," I replied.

"I want you to strip for me."

A smile crept across my lips. This was great. I got to keep my girlfriend 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 clothes 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 shirt 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 her dresser and opened the top drawer. She began fumbling around in the drawer and then pulled out a pink 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 the both of us would take this to the grave with us. 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 front bulged out from my small dick, I was only about four inches, but Sasha had never complained. Then I fastened the bra which fell flat 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 she and I would go clubbing. But she stopped me.

"Not like that," she said. "Dance like the slut stripper that you are. C'mon dance like a stripper bitch."

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. 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 woman 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 immediately jumped to attention, here comes my reward I thought. But she stopped when she got to me and whispered, "You're fucked slut."

She got up from the bed and pulled a camera from a pile of clothes on the dresser. She hit rewind and then opened the viewfinder so that I could watch. She then replayed my whole dance for me. There I was dressed in women's underwear dancing like a slut.

"You're mine now, I own you. If you ever do anything to piss me off again, I swear to God this tape will be mailed to everyone you know. From now on you do what I say when I say it."

I was terrified. I wasn't sure what to do. What could I do? I decided to play along until I could get my hands on that tape. She ordered me to go into the bathroom and shave my entire body below the neck. She emphasized "entire." I went in and ran a bath, pulled out some razors and got to work. She opened the door after a half hour and said I was taking too long and then began to pour this funny smelling yellow gel into the water. She told me to keep my head above the water level and sit there for another half hour. When she came back she told me to get out of the water and when I did I noticed that all my hair stayed in the water. It had all just fallen out. She saw my look of fright and "comforted" me with the fact that it wouldn't begin to grow back for a few years.

The she took me over to the sink and began the process of dying my hair, "Blondes have more fun," she giggled. When we finished that 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 halter-top. Then she got pulled out a shiny metallic pink thong and told me to put it on. I did and she when she saw the awkward bulge it made in the crotch area she reached her hand in and pushed my cock and balls back between my legs until my front was smooth and flat. 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 was wearing earlier and followed her into the bathroom again. There I looked at the finished product. I was a sexy flat-chested slut. I looked like I was 17 or 18 and just hadn't fully blossomed yet.

What Sasha 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."

"Fine, then I am and I'm taking the tape and our address book with me. Tomorrow your life is over.

"Please don't! Please, I'll go with you, just don't send out that tape."

We left the apartment building and started walking down the street. We got into a cab and Sasha whispered our destination to the driver. It wasn't a long drive, and when we stopped, Sasha went to pay the driver. But there was a problem. She told him that she didn't have any money. She then pointed at me and whispered something to the driver. He slowly walked towards me with this horrible grin on his face. I began to back away but there was a wall behind me. I saw Sasha smiling leaning against the cab. The driver grabbed me around the waist and started kissing me, I relaxed and tried to let him get this over with, but then I felt his hand sliding up the back of my smooth leg and then onto my ass. He started squeezing my ass and he slid his finger under the material of the thong and ran it along my ass. I squirmed and squealed but he was too strong. His tongue was flicking around in my mouth and his hand was groping my ass. Then finally he broke free, thanked Sasha and drove off.

"You little slut, you," she said. "I didn't think you'd let him do it, I guess you're a bigger slut than I thought." I just stood there too ashamed to defend myself. "C'mon."

She crossed the street and I followed. I looked up at the big neon sign. It read "Daddy's: Topless Dancers." I knew where this was going. We entered the club, ladies get in free, and made our way to the bar. Sasha asked for the manager and we were directed to his office. We entered and a tall, muscular man in his late forties sat behind a desk. "How can I help you," he asked.

"My friend here is looking for a job at your club, as a dancer" Sasha replied motioning towards me. "She's very eager to start as soon as possible."

After staring at me for a few minutes the man replied very simply, "No. Tits are too small. Get implants and you're hired."

Sasha thanked him and we left and came home. Sasha told me that from now on I would respond to the name Nikki. I would wear only girl's clothes, and only clothes from the right hand side of the closet, which is where she had just moved all of the sluttiest outfits she owned. She tossed me a see-through light blue nightie that came to my waist and told me to go sleep on the couch.

In the morning I woke up and began to make breakfast hoping that when Sasha awoke she would be in a better mood and end this stupid game. She came into the kitchen and told me to take a vitamin from the bottle on the counter with my breakfast. So we sat and ate, and while I drank my coffee I took the pill. Within a half hour I began to feel woozy. I laid down on the couch and began to pass out. As I went out of consciousness I saw Sasha stand above me and smile.

When I awoke I was in a hospital on a bed. I thought Sasha had brought me here to find out what made me so sick. I sat up and noticed immediately that there was a large weight on my chest. I pulled the covers back and my hospital gown and saw to large breasts on my chest. They were giant globes of flesh with round dark erect nipples. My head was swirling. "She turned me into a girl," I thought until I recognized a familiar feeling between my legs. I wasn't a girl; I was a shemale, a sissy. All I could do was cry.

Sasha picked me up from the hospital the next day and took me shopping for new clothes. She said I needed new outfits for me new 40 DD boobs. All she bought me was slutty hooker outfits.

That night I 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 these black high-heeled strappy sandals and we returned to Daddy's. We went to talk to Don, the manager, again and this time he was much more eager to talk to us. Sasha and he 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 Sasha and Don start to argue.

"What do you mean you're not sure? Nikki is a natural born stripper slut, look at her! She is walking dancing sex. Not to mention that you said if she got breast implants you'd hire her."

"I'd really like to give her a job, it's just that we're not really hiring right now, I'm not sure we have any room for Nikki."

"Isn't there some way we can change your mind?" she asked.

A smile crept across Don's lips and he chuckled a little. "Well…maybe Nikki can convince me that she really wants this job." He then proceeded to unzip his pants 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, Nikki?"

"Oh she's great, show him Nikki." Sasha stared at me and I knew by her look that if I didn't do this that tape would by playing in the VCR's of all my friends and family. I weighed in my mind the outcomes of both situations. Have my parents see me dancing like a slut in panties, or suck this guy's cock and have only the three of us know. I wanted to die. How could I make this choice? I swallowed my pride and last bit of masculinity and crawled on my hands and knees to Don's 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 Don and Sasha just laughed. Don 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 Don 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 and Sasha 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 Don 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, then he zipped himself up and told Sasha I was hired. I heard a snap and saw a flash and turned to see Sasha snapping Polaroids of me covered in come on my knees. On the way home I cried. Sasha wiped my face clean in the back of the cab. She told me that I was going to strip at this bar until I had paid her way through college. Once she graduated she would dump me at which time I could remove my breast implants and go back to living as a man. She would destroy the tape and any copies. But if at any time I was fired from this job or tried to run away she would send the tape and to all my friends and family members and a Polaroid to each as well. I was done for. All I could do was cry.

When we got home she once again told the cabby that she didn't have any money, but he could fuck the cum queen in the ass. He got out of cab and got in the back seat with me, Sasha went upstairs to bed.

He pushed me down on my back and pulled off my 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. 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 my dick and pull it up towards my stomach and out of his view.

"That's right, play with your pussy bitch." He grunted. He slapped my ass hard and then plunged his short but fat dick into my ass hole. He grunted and moaned as he tried to force it into my tight hole. I bucked and 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 Don, 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 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.

The next night, after Sasha took me to get my ears and tongue pierced, I began work. My stage name is Nikki Cocktease. Luckily Sasha had the foresight to get me hired at a strip club that's just topless. As far as I know she and I are the only one's who know I'm a man. In an odd stroke of "luck" Don loves blowjobs and has never asked for normal sex. The bad news is during my orientation to begin stripping, he explained that sometimes patrons who pay the right price might want to "meet" the dancers in their dressing rooms after a show. He said it was company policy to "show them a good time and make sure they come back." I got the hint and threw up in the bathroom for the entire hour before my first show. I finally clamed myself and got dressed. I wore a pink g-string, and matching bra, a white button down business shirt with a blue pinstripe jacket and pants and a blue tie and hat. I remembered what Sasha had said about getting fired from the club, and remembered the video Don made me watch on how to dance. It was time to go on and I strutted out on stage and gyrated to the music, I ripped the tie off and threw off the jacket. The shirt ripped open exposing my cleavage. The drunken men hooted and hollered at me. I squatted at the end of the runway and grabbed the sides of my pants and ripped them off, the crowed whistled and meowed at me. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off and 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 on each of his shoulders and began to rub my flat crotch area. He had no idea I had a dick tucked back 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.

After my last dance of the night, my cheerleader themed dance, I climbed off the last guy's lap, gathered my money and clothes and walked back stage. I sat in the dressing room in my cheerleader skirt and red satin thong panties with matching bra. And I 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 Don. 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 skirt and was about to pull down my panties. I panicked; I didn't know what to do. I couldn't let him find out my secret. He'd probably beat the shit out of me and then get me fired and all this humiliation would be for nothing. I turned around and grabbed his cock and guided his towards my asshole. He smiled widely and hawked a huge wad of spit onto my rear opening and then dove in. He ass 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 front of me and stuck his dick in my mouth. It had just come out of my ass 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, I just sat there realizing I'd have to dance again tomorrow and be humiliated again and again.

 

 

 

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