The party ended for most of us. Sylvie and Missy remained at the Toy Shop with Walter.
A week had gone by. Normal living with Anna, Sophia, and Rebecca at my apartment resumed. Eating, exercising, working, and MMA training resumed.
Friday night an unexpected knocked at my door. A clean-cut gentleman introduced himself and stated he was looking for his "family." Confused I let him in. Frank advised he was the father of Tess and Missy and married to Sylvie. Tess gave him this address as her residence.
Sylvie had called him the previous Monday to say their visit would run longer. A week or two perhaps as they found the most "amazing spa in the desert." Frank stated he believed all was well until a credit card statement showed "irregular purchases."
Frank stated he looked up the locations on the internet, but they had no websites and very little history. "The Dancing Dingo" and "The Toy Shop."
I looked at Anna and realized the greedy people had maxed out Sylvie's and Missy's credit cards. I told Frank I would accompany him to each location. Anna too joined us with a small hint of a smile.
First stop, The Dancing Dingo.
We pulled up and Frank groaned, "A strip club. Surely not." I told Frank I had last seen his family at dinner, they had planned a visit to a spa for the weekend and then returned home on Sunday. I was surprised they would ever visit here.
We walked inside, 3 strippers were half naked and were on stage working the crowd. The owner Hal walked over. His strong Australian accent was evident as he talked with Frank. Hal stated he remembered the women and pointed to two large posters 6 feet tall. A Sylvie naked, her hands in the air, her huge brown bush. The second was a naked Missy, twirling around the pole, legs open, huge brown bush. Frank groaned again and stated, "Photoshopped?"
Hal stated, "Nah. Check this out."
We walked to some monitors that were playing Missy and Sylvie's dance routines, them drinking on stage, and partying. Then the last scene of Missy shoving her hand into her mother's pussy while laughing and screaming with joy.
Frank shuddered, confused, and disgusted. Hal handed him a DVD to keep.
We walked outside and he asked with disgust, "How did this happen. The Toy Shop please. If I dare."
I drove to the Toy Shop and parked. Walter was inside and acted like he did not know us. Frank asked about Sylvie and Missy. Walter pulled back the "Private" curtain and we all followed him. He pushed Frank into one booth, Anna and I into another, and he grabbed a microphone. He shut and locked Frank's booth from the outside. He was now stuck.
Walter stated, "Congratulations. We have a VIP in booth #1. Let's do our thing sluts."
Frank's partition was raised without adding money. Sylvie was naked, her blonde long hair matted with semen and body fluids. Her long naked skinny frame was bony and twitching while she tried to dance sexy. A large tattoo of a black spade glowed on her pale white body covering her pubic area below her belly button. She turned, shook her ass at Frank's booth and another large black spade was tattooed on each ass cheek. Each spade had a white "Q" in the middle.
I was unsure if Frank knew the meaning of the tattoos.
Sylvie wrapped her boney legs around the pole and spun slowly. No longer having any pubic hair, she was smooth and her long pussy lips flapped down her legs. Her vagina was huge. At least twice as long as normal. Her giant asshole hung, distended and flesh like. Inside out always. Pink meat. She smiled and danced as the meat tail wiggled.
Sylvie walked to the glass, she rubbed her big empty tits on the glass, she stuck out her tongue and licked the glass slowly. The words "CUM HERE" in black ink visible on her tongue.
Frank was stunned, disgusted, and angry. He yelled, "Let me out. I'm done." But the door was locked. Walter stated, "One more. Add another slut!"
Missy was there, or had she been there the whole time. She too had long blonde hair, matted, slimy, dripping fluid on the platform as she twitched and moved. Her dancing had gotten worse. Not better. She was a thin skeleton. Pale and without much muscle. A large black spade on her pubic area. Her pussy hair was gone. Smooth as possible. She too had long vaginal lips. They flipped back and forth like bat wings as they jiggled.
Missy approached Frank's booth. She turned around, shoved her skinny ass at the mirror and showed off her two large black spades. One on each ass. The large letter "Q" in the middle. She moved too quickly but each one read, "Big Black Cock only" underneath. Just like her moms.
Her lower back had a set of handlebars tattooed. The handles went across her whole waist. Below them it read, "Ride safe. Hold on tight. Always wear a helmet." I took that to mean condom.
A thick pink rope of distended bowl hung from her gaping asshole. Destroyed by Monica as I recall.
20 or more black spades were tattooed up Missy's spine. Each one an inch tall. They ended at the base of her hair line on her head. Missy turned around, she licked the glass with her tongue, and a black tattoo with the lettering "SHIT HERE" was permanently marking her.
She danced away as Walter raised the mirror from Franks booth. Frank had pulled down his pants, his cock in his hand, he was stroking himself as he watched the two disgusting women. He removed his pants and underwear and climbed inside the arena. Sylvie sucked his cock while he stood up and Missy crawled behind him, kneeling, and licked his sweaty ass crack.
Anna and I looked at one another, laughed, and exited the booth.
Walter was smiling as she stated, "I love a family reunion."
Walter was an evil man. He told us, "More ladies in the two new back rooms? Want to see?"
Anna looked at me and stated, "Hotter than me?"
Walter looked her up and down and stated, "Not even close".
Anna stated, "We will pass then."
She drug me out of the Toy Shop. She wanted to go to the Double Diamond Strip Club. They had the newest, the youngest, and the hottest girls in the world. Anna had talked about joining. She had become more well known from her months of dancing at small venues, classy shows, and musicals. She had made great money but wanted to satisfy my fantasy of seeing her performing naked, stripping, and lap dances.
Anna had one rule, lap dances only for men and women she wanted to dance with. No exceptions. I was okay with it and hoped she would dance on Rebecca, Sophia, Jester, and Rachel's laps too. Not just mine.
50 or so men and women in the club. They made up only 25% of normal crowds. 4 women on the stage, 8 more in the crowd, and a dozen or more in back giving lap dances and private shows. I was not surprised to see women there, getting dances from other women, and throwing money. Some were good looking, others were fat, had short hair, and looked like men.
The owner shook our hands, I introduced Anna and told him that she wanted to audition. He looked Anna up and down and stated, "What song?" Anna handed him a thumb drive of 4 songs with choreographed lighting, a script, and they disappeared in the back.
I sat in the front row at the middle of the stage. A center stage jutted out, a pole in the middle, then the stage recessed, and 4 more poles flanked it to the left and right. The stage was 3 feet higher than the seating area. Bright lights illuminated the stage from below. It was bathed in white glowing light.
The music started, the white lights turned to hundreds of colors and lasers whipped across the curtain. Anna stepped out into the spotlight, the music slowed, the crowd cheered. She was wearing jeans, a white T-shirt, and normal shoes. The manager acted like he was making her dance, he pushed her, wagged his finger, and she acted shy.
She slowly moved closer and closer to a pole. Far off center. Shy but moving. The music continued. She worked up the nerve to take off a shoe, nearly falling over, a shy smile and a sock pulled off. She wiggled her butt like an amateur, the tight jeans showed off her curves, she waddled to the next pole, spun around it awkwardly, and took off the last sock and shoe.