He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman
Chapter 13: Alone at Last
"Hey Emily, there's some guy here to see you."
Emily dropped her makeup brush. Had Master returned?
Emily had met the man she knew only as Master a short time ago. He was having sex in public and she confronted him. Master had somehow changed her, and she found herself constantly aroused and sexually insatiable, with a strong desire to show her body off to men. She was now the type of person who had sex in public constantly.
Emily had left her job as a research librarian and now worked at a strip club. Master had found her here only a few days before, and Emily desperately hoped he had returned.
"He's waiting for you at the bar," the short redhead said. Emily watched her walk away in the mirror.
Emily quickly dressed. She had been naked when she received the news, wearing only a pair of clear plastic platform high heels. She impatiently slipped on a pair of black thong panties, a short green and black plaid skirt, and a small black mesh top that was barely long enough to cover her large fake tits. Her small pink nipples were visible through the thin material of the tight, stretchy top.
Emily took a second to regard herself in the mirror, turning to see her back and side. Emily was tall and slender, and as she looked now she thought she thought her arms and legs looked a bit more toned, her abs a bit tighter, and her small ass a bit rounder and softer. She had been skinny when she first met Master, and since then she had been working hard to add more muscle and feminine curves to her frame. She hoped Master approved.
She bounded out of the backstage area, bouncing in her excitement.
The man waiting for her at the bar was not Master.
"Mike!" Emily squeaked excitedly as she threw her arms around the handsome young man.
"Hey Emily. I asked for you and the bartender said there was no Emily here. I thought I had the wrong place until your friend explained it to me."
"Oh yeah, I should have told you. They don't use our real names with customers. It's a safety thing. I'm Amethyst here."
Mike twisted a small lock of her lavender hair between his fingers. "I like that. It's a good name for you."
Emily draped her arms over Mike's shoulders and stared into his eyes with a contented smile. Mike scratched the back of his neck and shifted his feet.
"This a friend of yours?" A man with slicked-back hair and a suit that was a size too large had appeared at their side.
"Yes! Vinnie, this is Mike." Emily giggled as she took one hand from behind Mike and placed it in the center of his chest.
"Pleasure to meet you Mike. You two look very much in love. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time together at the zoo on her day off, but right now Amethyst is working, so if you wouldn't mind..."
"Relax, Vinnie," said a blonde woman walking up to them. The blonde was slim with curvy hips and large, full breasts. She sidled up to Vinnie wearing a red lace minidress and red lace elbow-length gloves. She pressed her body to Vinnie's side and he recoiled as if stung.
"Emily's friend was just about to take the two of us back to the VIP room for a private dance." The blonde took one of Mike's hands in both of hers and took two small steps back, making him lean slightly towards her.
Vinnie seemed to mutter something to himself silently before saying, "alright, Trixie, but don't make a habit of this kind of thing." Vinnie walked away.
Still holding his hand, Trixie slowly walked Mike back to the VIP room while her black stiletto heels clicked on the strip club floor. Emily followed with one hand on each of his shoulders.
The VIP area was a separate room with a couch and a ring of small alcoves with a chair in each. In two of the alcoves women danced, stripped down to their waists, for men seated in the shadows. Behind the couch were two small side rooms which were empty as the three of them walked in. Trixie led them into one of these rooms, and Emily pulled the curtain shut behind them.
Trixie pushed Mike down into a deep, soft, wide chair covered in peeling vinyl. She put her arms up over her head and started to dance to the music. Her hips swayed from side to side. She bounced them to the heavy beat of the song as she hit the end of each motion.
"It's okay, you don't have to do that," Mike said.
"But Mike, this is the VIP room. I'm supposed to dance for men back here. You don't want to get me in trouble, do you?" The blonde's eyes were half closed and she had a mischievous smile.
"No, I just meant..." Mike trailed off as Emily undid his belt. "So, Trixie? Last time we met you said your name was..."
"Fuckdoll?" the blonde offered as she pulled her dress off of one shoulder, then the other.
Mike swallowed. "Yeah. So what's your real name?"
"Fuckdoll."
"No, seriously."
"Yes. Seriously." The blonde peeled the top of her dress down to reveal soft teardrop-shaped breasts that bounced with her movements.
"But that's not a real name."
"And Mike is a real name?"
"Of course it is!" Emily found his hard cock inside his pants and began to stroke it. Mike felt the need to explain himself to the sultry blond staring at him with her smoky blue eyes. "That's the name my parents gave me."
"Well," Fuckdoll said, turning around to let Mike see her perky round ass sway and bounce, "someone very important to me gave me the name Fuckdoll."
"Wait, what are you doing?" Mike asked as Emily slid herself down and pulled his hard cock from his pants.
"I'm sucking your cock, Mike." Emily put his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She pulled it back out for long enough to say, "you know how much I love sucking your cock," before she put it back into her mouth.
"So Mike," Fuckdoll said over her shoulder, bending forward and putting her hands on the wall, arching her back to push her ass up higher as she swayed it at him, "what are your intentions with my girl?"
As if to punctuate this question Mike felt the tightness of Emily's throat and let out an involuntary groan. "Um, excuse me? What?"
