The Stripper                          Janet L. Stickney                JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

The drum beat of the music bounced off the walls, the laser lights flickered blue and white, the clink of glasses muted but there as the audience waited for me to step on the stage. I looked over my shoulder and saw the muscle standing there, to make sure I did as I was told and keep the riff raff off the stage. I took one step, my heels shiny silver and glinting in the light. They matched the rhinestones on my outfit. Carrie, the girl on stage finished, and with one last look, I slowly stepped up the stairs and out on the stage. My breasts were heaving in fear, but I began to move to the sound of the music and the men started clapping. I worked my way out to the peninsula, and saw the owner wagging his finger at me. I knew what that meant. I ripped at the false seam of the hot pants and tore them away, leaving me standing there in a tiny rhinestone covered G string. Next came the top, which left my breasts naked except for the small rhinestone clip on each nipple. Money was raining on the stage, and just before I left the stage I picked it all up. The owner of the club met me as I walked off the stage. Fat and greasy, he is a fine example of a thug.

"Get dressed and take care of section 3."

Getting dressed meant that I had to put something on that exactly met the cities ordinances, which was about three square inches of silver lame, the total amount he determined I needed to serve drinks. Of course, almost every part of my body was exposed.

To make a few bucks I was running numbers for a guy, and had about $40K on me when I was stuck up. If they had beat me to a pulp I would not be here right now, but all they did was put a gun in my ear and take the money. My boss was not very happy when I told him what happened, and accused me of stealing the money myself, and no matter what I said he and his friends did not believe me. Without so much as a scratch, I had no way to prove what I said. One of his thugs whispered in his ear, and I saw a grin break out on his face.

"Okay kid, we still don't believe you, and you'll have to pay back the money. You can get the money from Fat Eddie."

"But…but…he's a shark! I would never be able to pay him back! Ever!"

"Sorry kid. That's the deal. Get the money from fat Eddie or work it off with me."

I was picked to run the bag money because I'm just a skinny kid. He thought that nobody would bother me, and for an entire year he was right. Now this. I'm 18 now, and well aware that Benny is into a lot of things, some of them even legal. If I said no I would have been at the bottom of the river trying to swim with a chunk of concrete tied to my ankles, and I had no chance with Fat Eddie, so…

"Take him over to Helen's. She knows what to do with punks like him. "

Helen is a 300 hundred pound Madam. I met her once, and did not look forward to being sent to her house. I had no idea what was in store for me, but Helen has a reputation for providing the best girls in town, and her house is always spotless. I figured I would be cleaning the house forever. Two of his thugs threw me into the back of the car and drove across town to the huge mansion that served as the house. We were met at the door by a girl dressed as a maid, and shown into Helen's office. The thugs left me, one of them patting me on the shoulder. Helen was grinning at me while motioning me to sit down.

"Benny told me why you are here, and frankly, I believe you. You aren't that stupid to try and steal forty grand and hope to get away with it. I don't think that you belong here, but he does, so that's the end of it. Now then. Here are the rules. No men in the house at any time, all money is paid to me in advance, and any trip outside the house must be approved by me. Any questions?"

"If no men are allowed in here, except customers… Oh no!"

"I afraid that you will have to become one of the girls here, just like Cherrie, the maid that let you in."

"That is a man!?"

"Boy is more like it. He tried to force himself on the daughter of one of the men in Benny's organization. He's almost 17 now, almost your age I think. He has been here a few months. Cherrie will take you to your room and get you started. Do what she says, or I'll have to call Benny and tell him you are being uncooperative. Just do what Cherrie says, and it will all be okay. Like I said, I don't think you did it, and don't belong here, but for now, you'll have to do as I say."

Just then Cherrie showed up. There wasn't one thing about her that suggested that she was a male like me. Her breasts were full, almost flowing out of her dress, she has a trim waist and was absolutely gorgeous, and that scared me. Without a word she showed me my room, which was about the size of a normal bedroom. It had a private bath and a moderately large closet.

"Take all of your clothes off please. You won't need them any more."

Cherrie stood there watching me as I slowly undressed. When I was down to my skivvies, she told me those had to go as well, and to my great shame, I slipped them down, exposing a raging erection. I knew she was a male like me, but, well, she didn't look like one. Without a word she began to slather on some smelly cream that made my skin itch like the dickens and smelled like a dead cat. I felt her hands as she slid them up my backside, then her hand as it surrounded my member, still fully erect. No words, just her hands as they covered every inch of my skin from the chin down. I began to itch terribly, but she just stood there waiting, watching me. After about thirty minutes or so I was thrust into the shower. As the hot water hit me, I saw the small hairs collecting in the drain, and knew that what was in store for me was more than I imagined. My skin was smooth and hairless as she rubbed in a lotion that removed the itchy feeling and made me smell like a field of flowers.

Cherrie finally told me what was going to happen.

"I'll help you get dressed for the first few times, and show you how to do your makeup, take care of your wig and so on, but you are never to be out of this room without being completely dressed as a female, and by her standards, that means hair, nails and makeup perfect, nice fitting clothes that are clean and pressed. She will assign you your duties, but there is no way to run away. I tried, and the next day I had these babies sticking out of my chest. Now I serve as the house maid."

After that she helped me get dressed. From the skin out, starting with pink panties, a pink satin corset which she laced up tight, then hose that were attached to the garter tabs, then small foam pads to fill out the cups of the built in bra, which gave me a small but real cleavage. The dress was all pink with two spaghetti straps, a square neckline, with the hem at mid thigh on me. The wig was auburn, and did not hit my shoulders, but was wavy on top with curls across the back. Cherrie put a plastic towel around me and led me through the mysteries of makeup, then did my nails for me. Three hours after I stepped into the room I followed her out, no sign that I am a male. We went to the office where Helen was waiting for us.

"You look very nice dear, very pretty in fact. Sit down and tell me about yourself."

Cherrie left as I sat down. "Well, my name is Mark, I'm 18, and I live with my mom. I graduated from high school, in the upper half of the class I guess, and I have been working for Benny about three years. I'm 5'6" tall and weigh 135."

"Benny told me that he will take care of your mother, so don't worry about that. He told her that your on an assignment for him. Are you a virgin?"

"What!"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Umm…"

"I thought so. For now you'll work in here, taking my calls and acting as my secretary. I'm sure that Cherrie told you that running away is useless, so unless you want to see how angry I can get, just do as you're told. Okay?"

"Yes Ma'am."

She started me off by answering the phone. I could hear the customers coming in and leaving, but I stayed in the office doing as I was told. Helen, true to her word, made sure that nobody bothered me, and during the next week Cherrie taught me how to do makeup, dress properly, and do a couple of hair styles. Wearing a short skirt and heels was a pain at first, and I felt extremely self conscious about it, but when nobody, even the girls, bothered me, I began to relax and simply do the work that was assigned to me. Helen also dubbed me Mary since Mark didn't seem to work when I am dressed this way. On Saturday however I was told that I would be the Hostess, and Brenda would help me get ready. Brenda is about my age, but gorgeous. It took her and I two hours, but when I emerged from my room, even I have to admit that I didn't look at all like a boy. With some clever padding, some strategically place tape, and this dress, I have a 36-23-36 figure, cleavage that seems to swell against the top of the dress, and long silky legs. The dress is all black, slit up the side even though it's above my knees, strapless, and form fitting. Black patent leather heels and a blond wig with my makeup done more dramatically completed the look. Helen was excited to see me look this good.

As the guests started to arrive, I showed them into the playroom, then waited until they were seated. On the stage was a drape, like a curtain. Twenty men in all showed up, one of them Benny. He looked right at me, but I didn't see any sign of recognition in his eyes. I was about to close the door when Helen told me to stay and watch. One of the girls went to the stage and pulled the curtain aside, revealing Cherrie standing there. Of course, she had no choice. Her hands were handcuffed behind her, around the steel post that was in the middle of the stage. She was gagged and her feet were spread by a small bar.

Helen walked to the stage. "This is Cherrie, and as you can see, she is here to receive her punishment. As many of you know, she is a male, but not worthy of that title. She tried to force herself on the daughter of a friend of ours, injuring the girl severely. Since that time she has been here with us as we tried to readjust her thinking. To answer some of your questions ahead of time, yes, those are her own breasts, and no, she cannot get an erection. Benny has been chosen to evaluate her punishment, and decide what else must be done to cure her of the desire to rape a woman. Benny?"

Benny walked up on the stage, and without a word, clipped a weight to each of her nipples and set them swinging. The pain was evident in Cherrie's eyes. His hands roamed over her body, even her crotch, then he released her hands and pushed her to her knees. The resignation in her eyes said it all as she slowly unzipped his pants and began to take care of him. I felt myself shaking as Cherrie performed in front of all those people, because I knew it was her first time. When Benny was done he pushed her down, then told one of his men to take her to a club he owned and put her to work. It was the last time I would see Cherrie for almost two years. It was my duty to see that everyone had their drinks and so on, and I paid close attention to the obviously big shooters. I got $500 in tips that night! The next day, Helen told me how pleased she was with my work, and told me that it was time I saw the doctor, telling me that all of the girls got a check up every six months, and it was my turn. What did I know? I merely said okay, and that afternoon I found myself in a doctors office, getting a complete physical. He gave me a couple of shots, then let me go with a prescription.

Helen stopped on the way back and filled the prescription, and I went back to my work. Every day I took the pills, and every day I dressed as a woman my age. Always tasteful of course, and I got quite good at makeup and doing my hair. I also got used to all the various buttons, snaps and fasteners women have in their clothes. About three months after the physical, I started to feel funny inside, but didn't mention it because it did not seem bad. Then one morning I woke up to find two small mounds on my chest! In the shower I realized that I had lost almost all of my body hair, and my skin now felt smooth and silky. I should have guessed what was happening to me, but didn't, and thought it was the effect of dressing as a woman for so long. Within a month however, it was obvious that I was growing breasts! I had two very nice breasts now, maybe a full A cup. Helen walked in on me and saw me naked, checking things out. I was embarrassed by what she had seen, but all she did was tell me to wait, then left only to return with a bra of the right size! As I tried it on, I filled the cups to capacity, creating a small cleavage in the process.

After that, it didn't take long for me to fill out as a woman, my breasts grew to a full C cup, my hips got wider, and my skin was now silky smooth. From the moment Helen saw me with boobs, I had to endure electrolysis as one of the girls slowly removed my beard. Now, I rarely shaved. I had become a woman in every respect but one, and that was worthless meat now. Just an appendage that gets in the way. I was called into Helen's office, and told to sit down.

"You owe Fat Eddie almost $250,000 Mary. I know it's all interest, but you know how that works. I have a deal for you, and I want you to listen carefully. Fat Eddie has agreed to take whatever you can make, for one special night and call it even with you."

"A special night?"

"He is going to auction you off to the highest bidder Mary. As a virgin you will command a very high price."

"But I'm not a girl! He knows that!"

"That's the beauty of it Mary, they all know. All that will be expected of you is to do whatever is requested of you by the highest bidder, and you have to do it on the same stage you saw Cherrie on. No violence, I won't allow that, but whatever else they want, you'll have to seem willing to do it. If your not, then the bidder has the right to punish you. Maybe even sell you back to Fat Eddie."

"What if I say no?"

"That's not an issue Mary. The auction will be Friday night and the stage show on Saturday."

She dismissed me, and I went into my office with a sinking feeling in my heart. I not only looked like a woman, now they were going to turn me into one! I knew that once I submitted to another man, no matter what the reason, the macho men in charge would never let me return to my former status, if I ever could. It was a very long two days, then, on Friday after dinner, Helen personally came to my room to help me get ready. I wore black satin panties cut very high, a black garter belt with nude hose pulled tight, a push up bra and a very sheer black peignoir that barely went past my pubes. My hair was teased up and I wore dramatic makeup with black spike heels and the brightest red lipstick in the house. My nails were done and I smelled of perfume when she led me to the stage. All I had to do was wait until I was introduced, then walk out on the stage as sexily as I could, then stand there while the bidders made their offers.

"25"

"35"

"50"

I was beginning to think I wasn't worth more than a pork chop!

"75"

"80"

The room went silent for a moment, then Helen ruled the bidding closed.

"The bid is $80,000, the deal is completed. Completion of the sale will be tomorrow night at eight."

A man handed Helen an envelope and the men all filed out. Curiosity was killing me, so I asked her who the bidder was. The man that gave her the envelope at least looked nice.

"Oh! Those were the surrogates. The real bidder wasn't even here, but don't worry about it Mary. Come into the office and we'll see what they want you to do."

Helen read the demands, then let me read them. As bad as it was, it could have been worse, but there was no longer any way for me to deny that I had become a woman, and women, in the eyes of these men, service men.

"After tomorrow night, I'll be free? Right?"

"Of course. Once the act is completed and the demand is satisfied, you are free to pack and leave if you wish."

I went to my room and looked in the mirror. A 19 year old girl stood there. With a sigh I lay in bed, falling asleep some time after that.

I wore the same outfit as the night before, nervous as I stood just off stage, waiting for the bidder to reveal himself. The music changed to a drum beat, the lights went low except for the single bright light that surrounded the stage. Helen asked the bidder to step up, and I saw that it was Fat Eddie himself. I should have guessed. He ruined me with outrageous interest charges, turned me into a girl, and now, he is merely paying himself the money to take away my pride. Helen looked at me, and I knew it was time. Since I had to please him no matter what, I drew a deep breath, smiled as widely as possible, and strutted onto the stage. Helen stepped down just as I reached out to unbutton his shirt, rip it away from him, then unzip his pants. One by one I undressed him until he stood there naked, his pitiful member barely hard. Hie hand found my breasts, and I stood still as he lifted the thin robe away from my shoulders, then released my breasts and tossed the bra on the floor. His lips found a breast, and as he suckled at the nipple, I grabbed his manhood, slowly massaging it until her became erect. I felt his hands as he pushed me to my knees. The one eye started at me, ready and willing as I took it in my hand, closed my eyes, and without any prelude, took him into my mouth. It wasn't as bad as I thought, and as he held my head, I worked on him until he finally erupted. I knew I was not done, and bent over the small bench, pulling my panties down as I did so. He took me slowly, and while it hurt a little, I managed to bear it. When he was done, I stood up, grabbed my clothes, and walked off the stage.

I went straight to my room and shower, washing every square inch of my skin before I got dressed. Helen was waiting for me when I returned to the office.

"Fat Eddie gave me this to give to you."

I opened the envelope and saw a stack of hundred dollar bills!

"He says that you and he are square, and may leave any time you wish. However, he has an opening in one of his clubs, and told me to tell you that it's yours any time you want it."

"He only owns strip joints Helen."

"True, but they will no longer look after your mother now. That will be up to you again. But, he does pay his girls quite well. The best in the city I hear, and he is very picky about the quality of his girls. By asking you, he is telling you that he thinks you’re a class lady."

"Classy broads don't strip for a living Helen."

"The don't sell their bodies for money either? Please Mary, don't insult me. "

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. Can't I stay here, running the office like before?"

"You were a special case dear. Unless you're willing to be a working girl, no. I'm sorry dear, but I can't."

I used the phone to call my mother, and spoke to her for the first time in almost a year. I had to tell her that I was now a woman, because she would not believe me if I just showed up. I had Helen confirm it on the phone, then went to my room to pack. Mom did not sound as if she believed me, but told me she would be waiting for me. I showered, changed into the pink suit with the straight skirt, fixed my face and hair, then Helen drove me home. I only barely resembled her son now, and as I stood at the door I felt my knees shaking in those white heels. Mom opened the door, her eyes went wide, then she let me in. She was not smiling. I stepped into my home, looked around and smelled the familiar smells I grew up with. After I sat my bags down, I motioned her to sit, then I explained what had happened to me and why. I told her everything except that very last time when I was sold. I know she did not believe I was a woman, and I wasn't, technically anyway, but I stood up, removed my jacket, then the blouse, and finally my bra. My breasts poked out at her, the nipples hard in the chilly air, then I put the bra and blouse back on. At last, she asked me one question.

"Who was Uncle Milton?"

"He wasn't really an Uncle, we just called him that. He was Dad's best friend growing up. They were in the Navy together, and he married a woman named Sally that you worked with during the war. He died of cancer about five years ago, and is buried at Olivet."

Mom took my face in her hands and stared at me for a long time before she finally accepted the fact that I was her son. I told her that the money she had been getting would stop on Friday, but I had a job offer. When she asked what, and I told her, she almost fainted. I had to remind her that I had no skills at all, and the job would pay extremely well, and I could be a lady whenever I wasn't at work. I moved into my old room, saw the faded posters of women that I now looked like, and put my things away, removing all of my male clothes into boxes to make room for my girl stuff. Mom came in and watched me as I put away some very sexy lingerie, then the dresses and skirts. I set my makeup on the dresser, then, while she was there, changed into a pair of jeans and a top. Then she hugged me.

I wanted to cry I was so happy, but I had to go see Fat Eddie about a job. I gave Mom about $400 then left for the club. Fat Eddie was at a far table, and I walked directly to his table. He knew why I was there of course, and over coffee, he made me an offer. He and I set my schedule, then a bouncer showed me to the changing rooms. There was a place with my name already on it. Scumbag had planned this all along, but what could I do? I changed into the rhinestone cover G string put the hot pants on, then added the nipple clips and the bra. I stepped into the white spike heels, and walked out of the room and into the main bar. The bar tender handed me a tray, and I started to wait tables. Almost an hour went by before one of the bouncers told me it was my turn, and led me to the stage.

Like I said, fat Eddie was waiting for me when I walked off the stage.

"You're pretty hot Mary, you have a real talent for this."

I felt his hand on my butt as I walked away to wait tables again. I made almost $500 just in tips that night, and realized that if I saved my money, I could get out of here, get a job, have the operation to make me a real woman, and get a real job. I got home at four in the morning, got up at almost noon, then showed Mom the money. Her eyes went wide, took the money, and promised to put it in the bank for me. Then I took her shopping with me so I could buy some real, everyday clothes. Cotton panties and bras, skirts at knee length, a few dresses that didn't show my cleavage or were too short, and shoes that weren't spike heels. Flats and gym shoes, low heels and normal heels. With my mother along, I knew that I had a built in censor, and went along with her decisions. By the time we got home we were more like mother and daughter rather than mother and odd son.

I worked for Fat Eddie at all of his clubs, and developed a following of sorts. Wide eyed overweight middle aged men with a lust for me, but they never got close. Eddie never once demanded that I "take care" of a customer, which is why he had the best girls working for him. If I wanted to, I could, he just never demanded it. I quit after two years, and had the surgery within a month. I moved Mom and I into a better apartment, then started college. It was hard being one of the oldest girls on the campus, but I ignored most of the kids, especially the hormone driven boys, and piled on the work. I graduated in three years, just in time to hit the hiring boom. I now work in an office as a manager, and I'm dating a guy one floor down. I keep those rhinestone outfits as a reminder, and besides, I might have a need for them when I get married. All in all, as much as I hated it at first, I like being a woman, and I'm not afraid to use my femininity to get what I want, and right now, I want David, the guy one floor down. I know that Mom is hoping I get married. She wants to make an "honest woman" out of me!

 

 

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