Chapter 1
"Did you hear about Tiffany?" Debbie asked me as we huddled over our last cafeteria lunch. It had been a long year, our first year of college and this was our final lunch together. Sloppy Joes, the fitting end to a year of crud that I'd been forced to eat. I was so lost in my own contemplation that I hadn't caught what Debbie had asked.
"What?" I asked as I started in on my last piece of cafeteria sludge.
"Tiffany Wilson. I just heard she started working at the Cat's Paw." Debbie whispered in that special way that everyone within 50 feet could hear. There were more than a couple sudden bursts of coughing from behind me, and Debbie giggled as I sprayed half eaten hamburger all over my tray.
"You're kidding!" I snorted as I looked at my friend. There was no way that Tiffany Wilson would be within a mile of the Cat's Paw. It was a sleazy little strip club down on the edge of town. There were some pretty strange rumors about it, but there was no way that our school's top student would have gone anywhere near it, much less start working there.
"I'm not! My brother sent me this." Debbie pulled out her cell and showed me the photo of our school's prim and proper dean's list student dressed in a Cat's Paw uniform. The tiger print bra and panties were unmistakable, infamous as they were. Plenty of boys at school peddled in the risque contraband from that sleaze pit.
"There's no way that's true!" I gasped. It wasn't easy to deny the picture in front of me. I just couldn't believe that Tiffany would do something like that.
"Well, I asked a couple of her friends and they said it was true. That she'd gone there to do some kind of expose journalism project and came back saying she was going to work there." Debbie continued spinning the juicy tale. She loved being able to break this kind of sweet gossip. No doubt it would be around the school before long.
"I think I'm going to have to check it out myself." I gritted my teeth. There was just no way this was true, and the quickest way to prove it was to storm down there myself and check things out. I was 19 so they would let me in, even if it was strange for a girl to go into a place like that.
"Really?" Debbie's eyes bulged a little at my sudden determination.
"Yeah, there is just no way that Tiffany would do something like that and I want to find out why." I stated clearly. There was simply something wrong about this. I was on the college paper too, and I wasn't about to let a fellow reporter go down like that. This just wasn't something I could turn my back on.
"That's so cool! So what if you don't come back?" Debbie asked. I could see she was only half joking. I could see she was just as surprised by the news as I was. She just wasn't as quick to take action.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to come after me." I shrugged. She giggled and we went back to our sandwiches. There were a lot of things to do today, and now I had one more item on my list.
Chapter 2
It wasn't hard to find the Cat's Paw. It was located only a mile out of town and sported a sign with a cat girl waving like an eager bimbo. I'd never actually driven down this way before. It was off the beaten path for a reason. It cut down on the local complaints by being out of the way. Sure, there had been a flurry of complaints anyway, but the owner had fought them all back. He had a lot of money and some pretty good lawyers.
Getting in was even easier. It was before the night's entertainment really started and I used my paper credentials to get an interview with the owner. I didn't even need to go onto the main floor, they took me in through a side door that led straight to his office.
"I hear I have a little visitor who wants to give me an interview." Ralph Silver smiled as he sat back behind his well-crafted oak desk. For a man in such a sleazy business, he immediately defied the stereotype of a man involved in such a business. He was well-dressed, clean cut, and wearing a respectable blazer and slacks. The rest of the room was equally professional, not even so much as a pinup calendar to remind you that you were in the command center of a strip club.
"That's right, I'm Julie Vandemere, from the Washington Bugle Monthly. I wanted to ask you a few questions about your business." I asked, trying to keep myself as calm and straightforward as possible. I might have chosen to be here, but this was still well out of my range of places I would normally choose to go.
"Of course, I'm always fond of answer questions from lovely young women. In fact, I spoke to another reporter from your paper just last week." He smiled. His eyes twinkled in a way that sent shivers right up my spine. It was the look of a cat that had a mouse cornered. If I wasn't nervous before, there wasn't any doubt about it now.
"Exactly, I thought I'd start by asking about why Tiffany Wilson decided to work here." I pushed back. I didn't want to respond with anything less than strength. No matter how nervous I was I didn't want him to catch on to that, and driving to my goal would be the fastest way to get out of here.
"I see, so you want answers?" He smiled again, his confidence just flaring around him.
"Yes, I want to know how you got all of the college's smartest girls to start working at your little strip club. Are you blackmailing them?" I demanded again. I folded my arms across my chest to emphasize just how serious I was. There was certainly something strange about this place, and now that I'd gotten this far, I wasn't about to back down until I got the answers I had come for.
"No, not at all. Why don't I let Tiffany explain it to you." Ralph smiled and pressed a button on his intercom. "Tiffany, why don't you come in here and show Julie why you've decided to come work for me."
"Of course, Mister Silver." Came Tiffany's bubbly reply.
I didn't have to wait long before Tiffany jiggled into the room. My jaw dropped as I took in the former honors student. Tiffany was dressed in nothing more than a black lace teddy that contrasted beautifully with her creamy white skin. If that wasn't enough, she was sporting two large breasts that seemed to be struggling to escape her top. Tiffany had always been well endowed, but her new chest had to be artificial and made her look all the more like a bimbo.
"Tiffany!" I gasped as I watched my former classmate jiggle towards me.
"Hi, Julie! Just sit there and I'll show you why I love being Mister Silver's best girl!" Tiffany glowed with delight as she walked up to me. She placed her hands on the sides of my's head and looked into my eyes. "Now just relax, this will only take a second!"
I screamed as I felt something piercing my temples. I tried to struggle to get away, but I felt a sudden paralysis grip me as sparks flew inside my mind. I wailed, and then suddenly a torrent of data flew into my mind. My eyes fluttered as images filled my thoughts: images of men and women, naked and fucking, sucking, licking and everything else. It wasn't just the images that were searing into my mind, but raw knowledge as well. I suddenly knew the best way to suck on a woman's nipples to bring her to orgasm, or how to flex the muscles in my pussy to keep a man from coming for a long time.
I looked up at Ralph with loathing, but as soon as my eyes fell upon him I realized that he was something else. He was a man, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the best ways to pleasure him given my assets. I felt my pussy warm up in preparation before I found the resolve to fight the idea. I realized that Tiffany was somehow being used to reprogram my mind. He must have done the same thing to her so that she would become the big-breasted slut she was now. My mind shuddered at the thought with nearly the same intensity as my pussy welcomed it.
"Stop this!" I demanded as harshly as I could, even as I felt the probes from Tiffany sinking further into my mind. I could feel her shift my thoughts. My fundamental beliefs were under assault, and I could do nothing to stop it. Very quickly I felt my very resistance turning hollow. I knew I should fight what was happening to me, and yet every moment the reasons seemed less persuasive. I didn't even want to think of the alternatives for fear that I would find them all the more attractive.
For his part, Ralph just smiled and watched as the sparks flew inside my head. I don't know what he was thinking, but the evil little grin of his told me more than I wanted to know. I turned my eyes away from him to help fight off the growing feelings of subservience that seemed to be consuming me with every second I looked into his green eyes.
Then suddenly I felt the sparks fade and Tiffany pulled her hands away from my head. The crisis moment seemed to clear and my thoughts felt almost normal. I took a deep breath and let it out with a long sigh. I wasn't sure what had been done to me, but I wasn't about to let this ass just have his little fun.
"What do you think you're doing?" I barked as I opened up my eyes and glared at him. I felt myself flush as my eyes rolled over him. I never realized just how hot Ralph was! I blinked for a second to clear my thoughts. This was no time for such things, I was rightfully mad at this jerk for what he'd just had done to me, and for what I thought he'd done to my former classmates.
"Just showing you the light, my dear Julie. You said you wanted to know why Tiffany and my other girls choose to work here when they had such promising futures ahead of them." Ralph replied with a very sly smile.