Vamps Kissing Licking And Sucking

(Erica George is a new stripper about to start work one night in a strip club in Caledonia, a fictional town in Manitoba where, already, she is noticing strange things going on. For example, her original three male escorts, who insist there are vampires about, have been mysteriously attacked in the forest leading to the strip club that night; gone, they have been replaced by two very good-looking, muscular, and completely naked men, who take her inside the bar. Loud techno music, flashing lights, and semi-nude dancers are all around her. To Erica's dismay, all of the strippers are much more beautiful than she is.)

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The two nude men took me to a curvy, buxom blonde in a sparkling gold and silver evening dress and high heels. Her face was painted up in bright red lipstick, pink blush, dark eye shadow, and thick mascara. Approaching me, she smiled pleasantly, but with her mouth closed. She seemed to have an overbite. She shook my hand.

"Erica George," she said. "Welcome to POUMTANG. My name is Andrea Nini; I'm the head stripper here."

"Isn't this place called The Candy Club?" I asked.

"It used to be, but now that it's under my management, it's now called POUMTANG, or POUM, for short."

I'd have to ask her about that misspelled name later, when I had a chance.

"You're the boss, and a stripper?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "A leader doesn't just sit back and let the others work; she must inspire her women."

"Any men?"

"Only our guards, like Gino and Jorge here. You can go now, boys."

The men bowed slightly to her and went back outside.

"Why are they naked?" I asked. "Do they strip here, too?"

"Sometimes they're involved in live sex shows," Andrea said.

"But they were naked outside, too."

"Well...that's just their way. Nudism is sort of a philosophy here. All will be explained to you in time. I'm sure they gave you good protection coming through that treacherous forest," she said.

"Protection?" I asked with my eyes practically bugging out of my head. "Three men from town were escorting me, and they all got attacked. I hope they're OK."

"I hope they aren't, for the sake of all of us vam-, uh, strippers," Andrea said. "Your escorts were the real danger. Everyone in town, that is, the Christians, hate our club and want to destroy us--our business. Gino and Jorge got rid of them and got you here safely."

"I don't understand. My three escorts were assaulted by muggers hiding in the trees."

"Don't worry. As I said before, all will be explained to you in time. Let's get you into the change room in the back. We have lots of sexy things you can wear onstage."

Andrea led me through the bar, where I continued seeing the most flawlessly sexy women, each in a different stage of undress, either giving men table dances or lap dances, or dancing onstage.

I was always able to accept not being the hottest girl in a strip joint, but that night my insecure, envious eyes were scouring the entire bar for at least one chunky dancer, or older dancer, or floppy-titted one. And all I could see were sex goddesses, and many, many of them, with no imperfect exceptions.

Oh, no, I thought. I'm the least sexy girl here. I hope I'm not judged too harshly when I'm nude.

Andrea took me into the changing room, and turned on the light. There I saw a short, fully naked brunette dancer looking through the stockings and garters. The turning on of the light irritated her eyes; I wondered why she was looking through the clothes in the pitch black dark, and how she was able to do so without even the slightest amount of light to guide her.

Anyway, she, too, was an example of divine physicality, with a deliciously smooth body: creamy, curvy, perfect skin. No flab. Not a single blemish. Interestingly, the light seemed to annoy Andrea as much as it did the naked stripper; and the only conceivable fault I could find in either woman, with their nice, round tits and asses, was that their skin was rather pale. This naked girl also seemed to have an overbite.

"Erica, meet Fantine Tremblay, or 'Fanny', as she likes to be called," Andrea said. "Fanny, Erica George."

"Nice to meet you, Erica," Fanny said in a Quebec accent. We shook hands. "Welcome to POUM."

"Thanks," I said. "I just hope the men here like me as much as they like all you POUMTANG girls. I've never seen such anatomical perfection."

"They'll like you, too," Andrea reassured me. "Why wouldn't they?"

"Well, my body has a flaw or two," I said.

"I don't see any flaws," Fanny said as she put on a purple lace thong.

"You will see when I'm nude," I insisted. "The men here must be used to seeing perfect babes, which I'm not."

"If you're that insecure about your body, don't worry," Andrea said. "We have ways of making your body a perfect sculpture."

"Plastic surgery?" I asked.

"Oh, better than that," Fanny said, having put on a bra and high heels to match her thong.

"Well, if your method's that good, please don't keep it from me," I said. "I'm gonna be nervous going on that stage, knowing the standard the men are used to seeing here."

"It's best not to use our methods so soon," Andrea said. "We'll see how the men react to you as you are, and if there's a problem, we'll help you then."

"I have to go on now," Fanny said, still wincing and grimacing. "I've gotta get out of here; the light's driving me crazy."

"Me, too," Andrea said, also cringing in discomfort. "I'm sure you'll be fine onstage. You'll be on after Fanny. Good luck." She quickly left the room.

"Nice meeting you, Erica," Fanny said, shaking my hand again. "When you go on, break a leg." She also quickly went out of the room. When I saw her disappear back into the dark, I heard her moan with relief.

"Breaking a leg will be the least of my worries, with girls like you for my competition," I said. Why does the light bother them? It doesn't bother me, I thought.

I started fishing through the dresses and other outfits. I found some black panties and a matching bra, as well as black stockings, just like those worn by the girl in that outside painting by the front door. I hoped my looking like her would improve my sex appeal.

I also found a black evening gown. I was lucky to have black high heels in my gym bag. After putting on all the clothes, I freshened up my makeup: dark eyeshadow, blush, thick black mascara and eyeliner, and dark red lipstick.

I looked myself over in the mirror, carefully appraising my whole body. Dressed that way, I seemed sexy. But what about when I was to get nude?

I went out by the stage, where Fanny was doing her floor show, dancing to "Toxic," by Britney Spears. After having a recording of the songs I was to dance to given to the DJ, I looked at all the men watching Fanny: rapt, they never took their eyes off her. They didn't cheer or make rude cat-calls; they just watched her with a near religious adoration. Their eyes sparkled with fascination at her topless loveliness, and their mouths hung open in awe.

I'd never seen such a reaction to a stripper, even to the most beautiful of them. Fanny seemed to have a kind of sorcery to hold their undivided attention that way. I couldn't understand what I was seeing, and her charms made me all the more worried that I, going on right after her, would fail to have even half her power over the audience.

Her second song began: "Fuck the Pain Away," by Peaches. She pulled off the purple thong and got her high heeled feet out of the leg holes. She had perfectly trimmed pubic hair, a flawless French wax. The men were still mesmerized, their eyes following her every step from one side of the stage to the other. I still didn't have any idea of how I could compete with her.

Her last song, "Rock On," by David Essex, began. She removed her high heels and began crawling around. When she spread her legs and showed off her perfectly pink pussy and chocolatey brown asshole again, the men just stared silently, in awe. No crude remarks, no piggish behaviour. I felt myself as stunned by their--it could only be described as--respect of her, as they were of her divine curves.

She lay on her back and spread her legs wide open. She spread her pussy lips wide open, everything gloriously showing. She then raised her legs up so her asshole would show, too. Again, only reverent awe from the viewers. I was burning with envy...and worry.

Her song was over, and she got off the stage. Now it was my turn.

"Let's give a big hand for Fanny," the DJ announced. "And now let's welcome a brand new dancer to POUM, a very sexy lady, here's...Erica."

All the men cheered for me, whistling and cat-calling, everything that wasn't done for Fanny. I got on stage, trying not to let my nervousness show.

The DJ--who I noticed was one of the nude men who'd shown me in, and who seemed to be nude still--played my first song, "I Need You Tonight," by INXS. I roamed about the stage, shaking my ass to the beat and making extensive use of the pole. Gone was the rapt look in the men's eyes.

I saw them talking to their friends and clearly showing little interest in me. The hypnosis Fanny had had them all under was gone. I fought harder to hide my nervousness.

Coming to the middle of the song, I unzipped the dress and let it drop to my feet. The men's reaction remained cool.

"Flab!" one of them shouted suddenly.

I didn't know which was scarier, being in that forest earlier that night with whoever had attacked my three escorts, or stripping for this crowd.

My first song ended. The second began: also by INXS, it was "Devil Inside." I tried moving around more energetically, kicking my legs up in the air and twirling, but none of it seemed to make an impression on this tough crowd. A minute or so into the song, I did what would be the hardest thing for me to do: remove the bra and reveal my somewhat saggy tits.

I'd always been insecure about them, but displaying this imperfection to these obviously choosy men was going to test my nerves like never before. Again, all I got was a lukewarm reaction, them more interested in chatting with each other than in looking at me.

"Flappy floppers!" shouted that man again; at least I thought it was the same heckler as before. He was wearing a baseball cap, jeans, and a green T-shirt; he was sucking back a beer.

My lower lip was quivering, and a tear ran down my cheek; but I had to finish my set. The second song ended.

My last song, INXS's "Never Tear Us Apart," began playing.

"I hate INXS!" shouted that heckler. "What happened to the sexy music? And the sexy dancers?"

I really wanted the heel of my shoe to meet that guy's balls, but I bit my lip and continued with my floorshow, wishing the time would fly by so I could get off the stage. I removed my shoes.

A minute or so into the song, I reluctantly removed the thong, revealing my hairy bush.

"Damn, shave that thing!" the heckler shouted.

I got on the floor on my back, and spread my legs with a maximum of trepidation.

"Fuck!" he shouted again. "I can smell that all the way over here! Disgusting!"

I couldn't take it any more: I got up and ran off the stage, leaving my clothes there, and went back into the change room. I burst out into tears. I just sat on a chair and cried and cried.

After a minute or so of incessant bawling, I heard a scream, one a lot like those I'd heard in the forest, when those men were attacked.

Soon after that, Andrea came into the room with two other strippers, ones as perfect-looking as her and Fanny. They all squinted in discomfort at the light.

"Don't worry about that asshole," Andrea said, hugging me. "We got rid of him."

"That wasn't him screaming out there, was he?" I asked. "I'd like that."

"No, but he's been kicked out," said one of the strippers. "Justice has been done."

"Yeah, but I'll never compete with you girls," I said in sobs. "I shouldn't work here."

"Bullshit," Andrea said. "We can improve your looks. But you have to trust us."

"Why couldn't you have just done it before?" I asked.

"Because it's a radical solution to your insecurities," the second stripper said. "Only now, with you wanting to be perfected so badly, will you be open-minded enough to receive our methods."

"Yes," Andrea said.

"Well, give it to me," I begged. "Don't keep it from me. I was always open to it."

"OK, but it's radical," Andrea said. "Let's all go into the bedroom upstairs."

'Yeah," the second stripper said. "Let's hurry. That light is bugging me."

We went up there right away.

In the bedroom was a king size bed. We went over and I got on it. The dim light in the room was tolerable for the other women.

I was so distracted by my eagerness to have their mysterious method improve my looks, that it was only when I saw the other three strippers, well, stripping, that I remembered I still didn't have any clothes on myself.

"Um, ladies, I'm straight," I said.

"Why does that matter?" Andrea said, now in her navy blue bra and thong.

"What's wrong with experimenting?" said the first stripper, also now in her underwear, a pink bra and panties.

"Well, we don't even know each other," I said.

"My name is Christina Ball," the second stripper said, shaking my hand and letting her white panties drop to her feet. She was now fully nude, and she got beside me on the bed. She had pretty, perky tits. Her wispy pubic hair was also neatly trimmed.

"And I'm Meg Hamilton," said the first, with a body deliciously similar to Christina's. "You already know Andrea." All three women were nude and on the bed with me now. Their hourglass curves were still making me envious, and impatient to have the same. Andrea's big tits were simply amazing.

"OK, I know your names, and I'm Erica, if you didn't already know," I said, my voice a little shaky now with shyness. "But that's all we know about each other."

"Erica, we're knowing each other more and more these very seconds," Andrea said, kissing me on the cheek and fondling my right breast. I now felt six hands and three pairs of lips gently roaming all over my skin.

Christina, a short blonde with long curly hair--a sexy little pixie--was sucking on my other breast, her lips gently pulling on my erect nipple. Meg, also a petite but long-haired blonde, was between my legs, having kissed her way from my belly down to my bush and making my whole body vibrate with pleasure. Indeed, my original misgivings about lesbian sex were quickly dissolving into delight. These women had the hands of masseurs and the tongues and lips of masters.

I just lay on my back, closed my eyes, and received it all, more and more eagerly all the time. I softly moaned my thanks to those great kissers, lickers, and suckers.

Andrea's tongue was slithering in my right ear, then it slid down across my cheek to my mouth. She plunged her tongue deep inside my mouth and tangled it with my tongue, massaging it and the roof of my mouth. No man had ever French-kissed me so expertly!

She wouldn't let me move my tongue around much; she kept it away from her teeth, so it usually only stayed in my mouth. I wondered why she didn't seem to want my tongue to dance around inside her mouth the way hers did in mine. Not that this mattered at all: I was getting really hot!

Meg's face was now buried in my hairy, wet pussy, sucking on my hard clitoris, then moving her lips over to either of my swelling labia, then back to my clit again. She slid her tongue an inch or so inside my vagina and began flickering it, making my G-spot tingle. Her hands gently squeezed my ass. My moans were now sighs and squeals.

Christina's hands gently roamed and caressed my skin, her left going from my neck, which she was kissing, along my chest and down to my pubic hair, running her fingers in it a while, then back up. Her right hand slid up and down my left arm.

While I was loving this lay better than those of the very best male lovers of my past, I still didn't see what lesbian lovemaking had to do with giving me a better-looking body. Where was the science in it? Or was it some kind of black magic? Who knew? In any case, I was too horny to complain.

As Meg continued to slide her tongue in and out of my vagina, thrilling my G-spot, she slid a finger inside my asshole. She went in about a centimetre or two.

"Ooh!" I cried with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

Though embarrassed at how dirty and smelly I was down there, I couldn't deny how good her sensitive finger felt. The stimulation was equal to what her tongue was doing, and I could feel myself approaching orgasm. I was squirming and writhing on the bed, but with intense excitement.

If lesbian sex was typically this good, I was switching to gay, immediately!

Christina was sucking on my right breast now while pinching the nipple of my left. Andrea was kissing my neck, lightly nibbling on it. Was I about to get a hickey?

Her nibbling was always in small, careful bites; but on one or two occasions, I was sure I'd felt a tooth as sharp as a cat's. I didn't think too much of it, though, for I was just sizzling with lust.

My sighs and squeals were growing into screams. I was about to climax.

Meg was working hard, her tongue and lips tirelessly shaking faster and faster. She would hum in my cunt as if it were a harmonica. My whole pussy was buzzing!

Finally, I came: it was like a dam exploding. It was the best explosion of pleasure I'd ever had, but with a shock. That hickey I'd been expecting from Andrea bit sharply and deeply into my neck! My pleasure was matched with an equally sharp pain.

"Aaaah!" I screamed. I felt my blood being pulled out of me.

I lay there in a daze, as if I were stoned. I felt my will strangely half given to Andrea. I didn't know why, but apart from the bite, I felt better, stronger, more powerful...and despite my stupor, even more intelligent.

"What did you...do to me?" I asked with lazy panting. "Why did you bite me?" I looked over at Andrea.

Then I saw her bloody, bared fangs.

Then those of Christina and Meg.

"Holy shit!" I gasped. "Those men...my three escorts here...were right: there are vampires here...Either that,...or I'm as high...as a kite." My head was spinning.

"We told you our plan was radical," Christina said. "But go look at yourself in the mirror."

"Yeah," Meg said. "See what we did for you."

I got off the bed, still feeling woozy after that bite, and went over to the mirror, on the dresser on the other side of the room. I gazed on my nakedness with amazement.

"Oh...my...God," I said, my eyes and mouth wide open.

No more flab. Not even a bit.

My skin was smooth, creamy, and fairer. No blemishes. I looked several years younger, even.

My tits, which used to be floppy, were now firm...and bigger!

My curves were curvier.

My hairy bush? Not so hairy now: it appeared neatly trimmed, and waxed as if by magic.

I turned around to look at my ass, which was no longer dimply, but round and beautiful. Then I spread my legs and bent over to see how my pussy and asshole looked. What used to be hairy and raunchy-looking was now neat, trim, and totally pleasing aesthetically, like a porn star.

My body wasn't quite as perfect as those of the three blonde beauties who'd just had...and transformed me, but the improvement on my looks was something I could only be awed about.

I grinned with delight, tears forming in my eyes.

Then, having straightened up and turned around again to face the mirror, I took a closer look at my teeth. There was no blood on my neck; after Andrea's sucking of my blood, the wounds healed remarkably quickly--indeed, the bite marks were a barely noticeable pair of tiny dots. I didn't have the vampire fangs of Meg, Christina, or Andrea (or, presumably, all of the other strippers in the POUM Club), but my corresponding teeth were noticeably sharper; apparently, I was turning into a vampiress slowly.