This one is one that I have been kicking around in my head for a long time. This is another installation of "Funny Money" in which Jack can turn any woman into a hot stripper using magical dollars. But Jack has a set amount of "real" dollars, and they are running out. What's a guy to do?
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Funnier Money
Jack sighed as he looked out the window. Vegas was lit up of course, the view was amazing, and Jack was fully sated from a nice long romp with Empress Natasha. While just having her on his arm was usually enough to make him happy, and sex would usually knock him out for hours with a happy dopey feel, he was worried.
From the penthouse of the Dream, Jack's club and the world's greatest strip club, Jack looked over Sin City and sighed again. His penthouse was a recent addition and was really an additional floor with a large balcony. He and his lover, the former Princess Natasha, had done some remodeling and the club was now even more amazing. The 1
st
floor remained the normal level, with the VIP floors still being the 2
nd
and 3
rd
floors. But they had redone the 4
th
to be "The Gold Level", the Gold Girls only floor. The Gold Girls were Jack's special strippers, elite girls who up until a couple of years back had been regarded as the "elite" of the world's strippers. To even get on the Gold Level required you to be a millionaire and to be vouched for by another Gold Level member. Here the Gold Girls danced and partied and lived.
The 5
th
floor though was now the stuff of legend.
The Palace Level.
On this level lived the Sexy Secret Five and the true stripper elites: The Royals.
Decked out in purple lingerie and real jewels you could spot a Royal a mile away. Their time cost thousands of dollars for even a lap dance and they left men (and the occasional woman) a drooling heap of brain-dead john, broke, stained and wanting more.
The Sexy Secret Five were five former Super Heroines who Jack had turned into super strippers. They stripped and partied, but also ran security and protected The Dream. The mob had initially been okay with The Dream being neutral ground, but some new leadership had decided the money they could launder and skim was too tempting to pass up. They learned the hard way NOT to try and mess with Jack's club after having several of their key members in Vegas taken out by Jack's ladies and the blackmail material on many others.
Jack's sighs and distraction had nothing to do with any mobsters, or law for that matter. Jack looked down in his hand and shook his head.
"Only 8 left. Only 8." Jack said quietly.
"Only 8 what my Lord?"
Jack leaned over and kissed his Empress. "Empress Natasha" was the former Princess Natasha of a small Eastern European country, incredibly beautiful, elegant, poised, and an absolute stunner by any measure. She was also the world's greatest stripper thanks to Jack's magic dollars, and she loved knowing she was the best stripper on the planet. She had created the Royals, and she ruled the strippers with an iron fist. But she was Jack's personal property, his mistress, his lover. She would dance, but only Jack got to fuck her.
Jack held up a dollar. "Only 8 of my dollars left. No more after that."
Natasha was one of the very few people who knew about the magic dollars. She frowned at it and then pouted up at Jack. "Why does that worry you my love? With your set up and with the help of Magic and Doctor Luiza you get fed the loveliest girls in the business and your loyal servants drug, brain-wash and entrance them into full obedience. You haven't used a dollar in a long time."
"I know. But these dollars are just so useful. Brainwashing, drugs and magic work, but take time. Dollars compel full obedience and desire instantly, no baggage, no drama, no possibility of the spell not working or the drugs wearing off or breaking the mind control. And we will need new talent soon. Talent that is out of the stripper world, beautiful women who are not strippers. We gets lots of hotties sure, but my best girls are the ones that were never strippers to start with. And they are beginning to..."
"Get old." Natasha said as she put her arms around her lover's neck and kissed him deeply. She broke the kiss and nodded. "I noticed that you seemed a bit off at the wedding. I understand now. Asia was your second dollared woman and your first Gold Girl."