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."
"Yes, and now she is "retired". She was liquid heat, but the dollars don't stop time. She was wearing out from the Gold Girl life and I didn't want to farm her off and have her end up some broken old stripper in some skanky dive outside of a Navy Base." Jack said and put his arm around his woman. "So when she got that marriage proposal from that old man, I decided that was the perfect way to see that she has a good life."
Natasha giggled. "My Lord, you are such a softy. You use magic to turn normal hard-working women into your strippers who do drugs, seduce men, and have nasty sex for money that they all turn over to you and yet you feel that you have to take care of them when they can no longer earn for you. But I know that Asia didn't just get let loose. Mr. Gueber paid a handsome fee to "buy out her contract" didn't he?"
Jack flushed a bit. "Well, yeah."
"How much to buy a Royal for a wife my love?"
"$50 million, plus an ironclad prenup that she gets half of everything if he dies or divorces her."
"He won't divorce Asia. That dirty old man is going to be fucked into his grave soon by his new wife and she is going to be a very rich, very horny, widow. And Asia is going to enjoy every second of it."
"You are not wrong. I talked to him while we negotiated about what she would need. She had her own stage and pole, and she dances for him every day. She also puts on cam shows. She can't help but want to strip. I think he is probably going to buy her a strip club to dance in just for herself." Jack said as he moved behind his hottest dancer and began to fondle her tits. His kissed her neck.
Natasha sighed and eased back into his arms. "Well, you are a proper Lord, you rewarded your vassal with titles, lands and estates. And the marriage was certainly entertaining."
Jack laughed and gently pushed Natasha up against the thick mirrored glass looking over Vegas. She was of course already naked except for her heels. Natasha put her hands up and bent over slightly as Jack positioned himself. She let out a hiss as Jack slowly eased his cock into her wet pussy and slowly began to pump into her.
"Yes, it certainly was. Asia with my twelve hottest dancers as bridesmaids, all wearing bridal lingerie, the dirty old man in a tux. Quick service, then Asia gave her new hubby that awesome lap dance. Yeah, THAT was a fun time!" Jack said as he sped up.
"And then, ooooooo, came up here, and, ssssssss, mmmmmmm, fucked all night while the top floor descended into a massive orgy. Ohhhhh, yes My Lord, right there. A proper wedding for a Royal."
Jack stopped talking while he pumped into his lover. Natasha was not only his best dancer, but incredibly skilled at anything related to sex. She adjusted her position so her lover would always get the most pleasure and she got her pleasure from pleasing him so it was win-win for both parties.
After several minutes Jack came in her and she let out a low moan and swayed slowly back and forth as Jack pulled out. The wedding and the night of fucking had left her tired but she was ALWAYS available for her man.
Jack returned to bed and laid down and Natasha crawled in next to him. She cuddled up with him but could tell he was still troubled.