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The Booby Trap by Jennifer Chapter 1 The pale flicker of neon light bathed my face as I sat intently reading the sports page in the insulated environment of my car. Every now and then, I took a swig of my luke-warm coffee and looked out at the sleazy streets that surrounded me. "God this really sucks." I thought in disgust. "It figures that I'd get stuck subbing for Livingston, a guy that works the fucking red light district!" My thoughts were abruptly broken by the sound of someone pounding on my passenger side window. "Please officer! Please help me!" she cried as I strained to hear her muffled tones through the glass. As I rolled the window down, the sounds of the panicked woman became clearer. "Please . . . you've got to help me officer!" she begged. "What seems to be the problem lady?" I said. "This guy . . . this guy in the parking lot over there . . . he attacked me!" she said. "He attacked you?" I responded. My eyes quickly surveyed how the woman was dressed. Then I added sarcastically, "I'm not really sure what you're driving at lady." "He raped me! What did you think I meant?!" she yelled. She then turned and pointed. "That's him . . . over there. The guy in the red windbreaker." "Look ugh . . . Miss. I not sure what you want me to do about this situation here. Don't take this the wrong way, but . . . aren't you a hooker? I mean . . . like what happened here lady . . . you fuck some guy and he stiffs you the cash? And now you want to call it a rape or something?" Her eyes narrowed with anger. "You fucking S.O.B.!! He raped me! Do you understand me?! He raped me!!" "Hey lady." I responded. "You look like you're fine to me. So why don't you do yourself a favor and move on along . . . go find yourself another trick. If I take you down to the station, it's just going to be a huge waste of your time and mine. There aren't enough hours in the day for us to deal with every complaint we get from people like you on a Saturday night. Besides, I sure as hell don't need anymore paperwork! You're a hooker . . . got it? Nobody's going to take you seriously. Look at yourself . . . look at the way you're dressed. Are you really surprised that you get yourself into predicaments like this?" I shrugged. "You asshole!" she yelled in anger. "You fucking asshole! I'm going to report you to your superiors! You'll pay for this! I swear . . ." Her tones became muffled again as my window closed . . . cutting her off. She gave me the finger, spat on my windshield, and then turned angrily and stomped away. "Crazy bitch." I thought. What does she think is going to happen to her when she walks around dressed like that. Oh well . . . she probably got what she deserved anyway." My eyes followed her as she walked across the street and entered the strip club that occupied most of the block. I glanced up at the flashing sign that was illuminating the inside of my car. A neon silhouette of a curvaceous woman clutching her breasts must have stood nearly 15 feet tall. Intermittently, the words "The Booby Trap" lit up across the bottom. "Well that's certainly a good place for her," I said aloud. "She does after all, have one hell of a pair of tits!" I chuckled to myself and went back to reading my paper in an effort to pass the long night away. The following week, Livingston returned from vacation and I was put back on my day shift. It took me a couple of days for my sleeping habits to return to normal, but by the end of the week, I was pretty much back to my old self. Friday came and went quickly. On my way home, I stopped to grab a quick bite to eat. As I sat in rush hour traffic munching on my cheeseburger, my mind wandered off to recall the events that occurred last Saturday night. "Maybe I was a little hard on that hooker" I thought. I'm not sure if it was guilt, or if it was some other emotion that I couldn't put my finger on . . . but for whatever reason . . . I felt the need to apologize and clear my conscience. "Maybe I'll head over to that bar later tonight. Maybe I can find her and explain myself. And besides, I wouldn't mind checking out some of the babes anyway." I went back to stuffing my face with greasy french fries. After a tiring drive, I finally made it home. I kicked my feet up on the couch and dozed for a couple of hours. I awoke around 9:00 PM, refreshed and ready to go. Chapter 2 As I pulled into the parking lot next to the bar, I glanced up again at the pulsating neon sign. I paused for a minute, deciding whether or not I really wanted to do this. But the sight of a couple of hot girls going inside through the employee's entrance made up my mind. "What the hell," I thought. "If for no other reason, the scenery should be good." I made my way around to the entrance and stepped inside. The lobby was very industrial. Exposed steel beams and joists formed a barrel vault over rusting metal paneled walls. At the far end of the lobby, spotlighted brightly from above, sat a lone woman at a greeting console. My hard shoes clicked on the wooden plank floor as I approached. "Hi there." She said cheerfully. "Hello." I responded. She was absolutely gorgeous. I tried to act natural, but it was difficult to keep my self from staring at her bare breasts. "Just one tonight," I managed to say calmly. "That will be twenty dollars," she said as she reached down and produced at ticket for me. As I handed her the money, she stood up to direct me where to go from here. She walked out from behind the desk to reveal the full beauty of her physique. She was wearing only a tight white spandex bikini bottom and a pair of high-heeled shoes. She nonchalantly adjusted the position of her bikini over her ass as she pointed down a hallway with the other free hand . . . "Just head up those stairs over there and give your ticket to the guy at the door. You'll need to show him a picture ID as well." She smiled and gave me my ticket as I paid her. "Have a nice night and enjoy yourself," she added. I returned her smile then headed off down the dimly lit hallway. At its' end, I climbed the metal spiral staircase that led me to two large steel doors. "Ticket and ID," an incredibly large bouncer grumbled in a menacing tone. "Sure . . . here you go," I said as I dug into my pocket to produce them. He took my ticket and checked out my driver's license. It seemed pretty silly to check the ID of a 32-year-old, but hey . . . I'm sure they didn't want to get busted by some off duty cop like myself. He gave me back my license and turned to open the two immense doors. Their creaking sound gave way to the rumbling funky beat of the music within. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust . . . then I stepped inside. I squinted to see through he haze that filled the space. Everywhere I looked, there were people . . . the place was jammed. The sprawling nightclub had two or three different levels, with several bars scattered at various locations. A multi-level illuminated dance floor sat smack in the middle of all the action; pumping fog into the air as numerous half-naked women strutted their stuff. Suspended from the heavy timber beams above were dozens of spotlights and rumbling speakers that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. It was so loud; I could hardly hear myself think. As I looked through the blinding lights to find the girl from last Saturday night, my eyes stopped to admire the `scenery'. I'd been in quite a few strip clubs before, but never in my life . . . never . . . had I ever seen such a collection of stunningly beautiful women before. Every girl that I looked at was simply breathtaking. It was unbelievable. After a bit of searching, my eyes stumbled across her. She was table dancing up on the second level. I made my way to that area and stood off in the distance . . . waiting for an opportunity to interrupt. As I watched her, her sensual movements transfixed me. She was so erotic . . . so beautiful. Just then her eyes met mine. At first she had no reaction. But after a couple of seconds she did a double take. The expression on her face went blank as she recognized me. She froze for a moment and then continued on with her dance, all the while not giving me another glance. When she finished, she quickly grabbed her bag and took off in the other direction. She stopped briefly to whisper something into another dancers ear, and then continued on. I tried to follow, but she easily lost me in the crowd. As I stood there trying to gaze over the heads of the people around me, a hand tapped me on the shoulder. "Can I help you find something?" a voice from behind said. I turned around to see an attractive woman (maybe in her mid- thirties) looking inquisitively at me. "Ugh . . . just trying to find someone thanks." I replied. "A friend or someone that works here?" she asked politely. "Just someone that I need to talk with . . . really, I'm fine," I stated. She held out her hand as if to shake mine and said, "I'm Renee . . . Renee Thomas. I happen to be the owner of this place, so if you're looking for one of my girls, maybe I can point you in the right direction." "Nice to meet you Renee. I'm Dan Jefferson." I said. She paused for a brief second as a curious look came across her face. "You wouldn't happen to be LIEUTENANT Dan Jefferson of the LA police department would you?" I was taken completely off guard. "Well actually, I am." I said. "Ah . . . then you must be looking for Tiffany" she replied. "Tiffany? . . . and how did you know who I was?" I asked. She looked amazed at me and said, "We all know who you are and what happened last week. Tiffany is rather shaken up. It's pretty hard to believe that you chastised her like you did, and to make it worse, let the guy that raped her get away." "Look lady," I said firmly. "I don't need any moral lectures from you. It just so happens that I came here to apologize to her. Not to cause any trouble, or get into it with you. She just needs to understand that in my line of work, most reports filed by . . . ugh . . . women like your employees here . . . turn out to be nothing but a wild goose chase. It's difficult to know when someone's telling the truth or not." She started getting upset. "So that's why you decided to ignore her . . . to treat her like SHE was the criminal?" "Come on lady. Give me a break here. If I followed up on every time a hooker told me . . . " "Hooker!?" she interrupted. "My girls are NOT hookers!" "Hooker . . . dancer . . . whatever," I said mater of factly. "The point is, that it's hard to tell who's right and wrong. And besides, let's be honest here. Women that do this kind of work take chances. I mean . . . shit . . . you run around here half-naked getting guys all worked up . . . it's no wonder that she got attacked!" "Are you saying she deserved this?!" she said angrily. "No" I said smugly. "I'm just saying . . . you know . . . what goes around comes around. If you want to live this kind of lifestyle . . . well, you're gonna run into shit like this. It happens." She just stared in disbelief at me for a moment, and then said calmly, "Well Mr. Jefferson . . . it's obvious that we don't look at things the same way. First of all, the girls that work here are no different than you or me. They're people too, and are just trying to make a living. Just like you, they have responsibilities . . . financial obligations. I've got single mothers that work here just so they can afford to put food on the table! How dare you condemn them for trying to earn an honest buck. They do what they do because they have to. You don't understand how degrading it is for them to do the things they have to do! And then on top of it all, to have to fear for their own safety! You don't have a clue . . . these girls have more courage than you'll ever know!" "Look lady" I said. "If they need a job so bad . . . let them go down to some fast food joint or something and get a real job . . . if they want to run around like this . . . well . . . then they get what they deserve! I don't need your shit . . . fuck you! I'm out of here!" With that, I turned and angrily stormed off. Chapter 3 I quickly rounded a corner near the exit . . . bumping head on into some girl. As she lost her balance, I instinctively reached out to catch her. I got a hand full of her jiggling breasts, as she fell forward into my arms. She then propped herself up and pulled her long flowing raven hair from her eyes. "I'm really sorry," I said. "I just wasn't watching where I was going. I was in a bit of a hurry. Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm OK" she said cracking a smile. "I'm just glad you caught me or I would have fallen flat on the floor!" "Well . . . no problem. And ugh . . . sorry about . . . well you know . . . catching you in the wrong place there." I said shyly. She gave me a seductive grin. "Actually, the pleasure was all mine. I kind of enjoyed it. Why don't we do it again?" With that comment, every hormone in my body lit on fire. She was absolutely stunning. Her face . . . was so seductive. Her eyes . . . so hauntingly blue. Her large breasts sat firmly on top of her small frame. The tan lines that framed her bare chest accentuated her hard nipples. She wore a neon lime green thong that left almost nothing to the imagination. She was as hot as could be . . . how could I resist. "Well . . . what did you have in mind?" I asked. "Well" she said as she licked her lips, "I was just heading over to the bar to grab a drink. Why don't you join me? And then . . . if you're a good boy . . . maybe I'll take you upstairs. I'll even treat . . . I think you're cute." I could hardly believe what I had just heard. There was no way that any red-blooded man could walk away from that kind of invitation. "Sure," I said coolly. "Maybe this will help me unstress a little." She smiled and said, "I'll guarantee that. By the way, my name's Cindy . . . with an `S'." "Well . . . I'm Dan . . . with a `D', nice to meet you." She took my hand a led me over to one of the bars. "What do you like to drink?" she asked. "Pretty much anything," I said. "Well . . . If you don't mind, I'd like to recommend the house special. It's great for a change of pace!" She gave me a big smile. "Oh yeah? What is it?" I asked. "Will you trust me?" she said. "All right . . . sure. Since you're treating, what can I loose?" I responded. "Cool!" she said excitedly. She turned toward the bar tender and ordered us a couple of drinks. "Hey Lisa." she shouted. "Give me a Long Island ice tea and a B.T. for my friend here." The topless bartender gave me a smile and said to Sindy, "Does he want regular, or loaded?" "Oh yeah . . . give him the works!" Sindy snickered loudly. "Coming up!" the bartender said. After a couple of minuets of mindless chatter with Sindy, the bartender approached with both drinks in hand. "Here ya go," she said. "Thanks Lisa," Sindy replied. I gazed for a moment at the drink placed before me. To be honest, it looked like one of those pink fruity drinks that women like to order. Similar to a daiquiri . . . and even topped off with a cheap plastic stir stick that was shaped like the neon sign outside of the building. "What did you call this thing again? . . . a B.T. or something?" "Yeah. That's right . . . a B.T." Sindy said. "Does B.T. stand for anything?" I asked. "Sure does," she replied. " It's short for a "Booby Trap". Pretty clever, huh?" She chuckled a bit and then raised her glass. "Bottoms up!" "Yeah . . . bottoms up." I said as we clicked glasses. After a few more minuets of talking, it finally seemed like Sindy was getting to the point. My patience was wearing thin. After all . . . I was hardly interested in having an intellectual conversation with her. All I wanted to do was find out about that . . . `upstairs' business. But if it meant pretending to be interested in her, and sucking down a couple of disgusting drinks . . . so be it. "So are you ready to go?" she asked. "Go?" I said. "Yeah . . . you know . . . to the balcony." She purred into my ear. "And what happens there?" I asked. "I guess you'll have to come up and see," she said seductively. She grabbed me by the hand and guided me to an elevator that let us out on the upper most level. I paused for a moment, taking in the view of the entire club below and our nearby surroundings. The area was filled with oversized couches that were arranged in a way to give each couple complete privacy. "Interesting." I said. "You ain't seen, or felt, nothing yet" she grinned. "Come on." She dragged me over to one of the couches and pushed me back into its' soft overstuffed cushions. My heart began to beat quicker as she kicked off her shoes and straddled over me. The sight and sensation of her on top of me almost caused my cock to burst right through my pants. As she waited for the next song to start, she unbuttoned my shirt and began to rub my chest with her soft delicate hands. The feeling of her long fingernails picking playfully at my nipples drove me to insanity. "Want me to stop?" she asked sarcastically. "Hardly." I managed to spit out. With that she leaned over allowing her bare breasts to dangle down and rest on my bare stomach. Then after giving me a seductive smile, she pushed the hair back out of her face and lowered her lips over my nipple. I arched my back and groaned with delight as she quickly flicked her wet tongue back and forth. As the music began to play, she started to rhythmically sway back and forth. Because of her, and the alcohol coursing through my veins, the next few minutes were nothing but a blur. Her nipples lightly touched my lips . . . her pussy rocked slowly over my throbbing cock. She pushed my hair aside and began to lick my earlobe. The heavy feel and sound of her hot breath sent chills down my spine. "You're driving me crazy . . ." I whispered. "That's the idea," she said slowly. "Are you ready?" "For what?" I said. "For this . . ." she said. With that she sat up and began to loosen my belt. Within a minute, my pants were completely unzipped and on the floor. The feel of her pussy pressing hard against my swollen cock was incredible. "If you keep that up, I may not be able to control myself much longer" I whispered. "Oh? . . . what a shame" she chuckled. "That's the whole idea." With that she raised herself up and pulled my jockey shorts down to my ankles. As I lay squirming on my back in the soft cushions, she backed up slowly and slid down to the floor. As she knelt between my opened legs, she reached for her drink sitting on the adjacent coffee table. "Ready . . ." she purred. I could only nod my head in agreement. She took a mouthful of ice and swizzled it around in her mouth for a second or two before spitting it back into the glass. As she looked me square in the eyes, she lowered her head within inches of my throbbing cock. Without even using her hands, she lowered her ice-cold lips over my dick. The feeling was nothing short of exhilarating. After about ten seconds of gently sucking, she grabbed my cock firmly with both hands and violently began to thrust it in and out of her mouth. Almost instantaneously I felt my cock stiffen. She felt it too and began to moan loudly. As my orgasm built, she took my entire cock deep within her throat. I exploded to the sounds of her choking on my cum. She lapped up every bit of it as though it were gold. When she was done, my body was unable to move. I closed my eyes and laid there quivering on the couch for a few moments. When I finally opened my eyes, I sat up only to find that Sindy was gone. I turned my head quickly to look for her, but she was nowhere in sight. I quickly pulled up my underwear and started to get dressed. As I pulled up my pants, I noticed a piece of paper stuffed into one of my pockets. I pulled it out. It was a note from Sindy. It read as follows: I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Sindy I'd been blown off by women before . . . but this was bizarre! I stuffed the note back into my pocket and decided that it was time to get the hell out of here. "Wow . . . I guess that drink must have been pretty strong after all," I thought as I staggered toward the exit. Along the way . . . it was really weird . . . all of the women dancers seemed to stare at me with strange looks and smiles. Some even snickered. "This is too strange!" I thought. Soon enough, I was in my car, and on my way home. Chapter 4 It was late when I arrived back at my apartment. I barely had enough energy to take a leak and crawl into bed. As I closed my eyes, the room around me began to spin. Fortunately enough me, I fell asleep fairly quickly. That night, I tossed and turned as I dreamt about my encounter at the bar. Erotic images of stunningly sexy women filled my head. It seemed to last for hours as the same reoccurring images, kept me awake most of the night. Before it even seemed possible, sunlight was streaming into the bedroom from the window . . . snapping me out of my first sound sleep of the evening. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head in disbelief. I was hot and sweaty, and had one hell of a headache. "That . . . was most definitely the worst nights sleep I've had in a long, long time" I mumbled. I looked over at the clock. "10:30 . . . ugh." I plopped my head back down on the pillow and fell asleep for another couple of hours. I finally managed to wake up around 1:00 PM. I staggered into the bathroom and took some aspirin from the medicine cabinet. I decided to take three for good measure. "I don't know what the hell was in that drink last night, but it sure did a number on me." I thought as I rubbed my eyes. After a long hot shower, I seemed to regain a little bit of energy. I got dressed and spent most of the afternoon being a couch potato and watching baseball. At about 5:00 PM, I decided to run out to the grocery store to pick up a few things before my week got too hectic. I hated shopping . . . but Sunday night was definitely the least crowded time to do it. I grabbed my usual assortment of TV dinners and snack foods . . . filling my cart with anything that required little or no `prep' time. Occasionally, someone would pass me by and stare at my selections in disbelief. But hey . . . screw `em. Being a cop left little time to deal with being a gourmet chef. I finally finished and headed to the checkout line. The woman at the register greeted me. "Good evening sir. Do you have any coupons or bottle returns?" "No I don't," I said. "Would you like paper or plastic?" the bag boy asked. "Paper would be fine" I responded. I reached into my cart and began unloading its' contents onto the conveyer belt. When I was about half way through, my right hand started cramping up. I switched hands and continued unloading until my left hand started to do the same. Sharp pains started to shoot through them. "Are you OK sir?" the cashier asked, obviously noticing my discomfort. "I'm fine . . . just a little cramp" I told her. I continued to fight through it and finish unloading. I paid and headed out to the car. By now, the cramps had spread throughout most of my body. I threw the bags into the trunk and quickly got inside. I doubled over in pain with my face buried in my steering wheel. After a couple of minutes, the sensations started to subside. "Gee . . . I hope I'm not coming down with something," I thought. "I haven't had stomach cramps like that in quite awhile. A few minutes later I felt well enough to drive, and started to head home. After carrying the groceries upstairs, I was pretty winded, so I decided to sit down for a second before putting things away. When I was finished, I did a few other chores and decided that I might as well hit the sack a little early tonight. As I undressed, I noticed that my jeans were getting a little loose on me. "Well that's some good news," I thought. "I've been trying to drop a few pounds." I threw them on the floor, took off my shirt and headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, something seemed out of kilter. I looked really bad. Sickly and thin to be exact. My skin was pale and lifeless . . . my face tired and hollow. "God I look like shit!" I muttered. "I've got to start eating some decent food before I kill myself." I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put on a tee shirt. It was only about 8:00 PM, but I crawled into bed. "I've got to get some sleep." I thought. Unfortunately, that night was much like the night before. Erotic images danced though my head keeping me from getting any rest. At a little past 6:00 AM, the alarm clock went off. Chapter 5 I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I undressed, I noticed that I looked a lot better than I did last night. In fact, I seemed like my old self again. "If I wasn't so damn tired . . . I'd say I felt as good as new." I got ready, put on my uniform and headed down to the station. After checking in, I grabbed my keys and took off in the squad car for a day of patrolling the streets. For whatever reason, I had a serious case of the `munchies'. I found myself stopping for snacks several times that morning. By lunchtime, I was starving. I had a craving for something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. So I settled for an Italian sub and a soft drink. It filled me up for a while, but still my strange craving persisted throughout out the afternoon. I tried various chips and candy bars, but nothing seemed to hit the right spot. When my shift was over at 4:00 PM, I headed back to the station. As I got back to my desk, the little red light that signaled `voice mail' was flashing. I picked up the receiver and typed in my code . . . "Hi Dan with a `D'. This is Sindy. I'm sure you remember me from the other night. Meet me tonight at the club. Everything will be clear then. See ya later. Bye." "What?" I thought. "What a weird message. But if she wants me to meet her . . . well . . . I sure wouldn't mind another blowjob like that again. Maybe I'll take her up on it." I hit the showers and headed out the door around 5:00 PM. On the way home, I did a couple of errands. I tried to hurry to get to the dry cleaners before they closed at 6:00 PM. There, I picked up my uniforms and headed back out to the car. While I was walking, the strange cramping returned. It came so quickly . . . I couldn't ward it off. I managed to get into the car and shut the door. Again I doubled over in pain. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I screamed as the pain intensified. As I sat there moaning, the strangest thing happened. I actually heard my voice changing pitch. I looked down at my knotted hands and saw that the hair normally on the backs of them was missing. As I held my hands up to inspect them, I watched as my fingernails began to grow before my eyes. I'm not sure if it was from the pain or the shock . . . but for whatever reason . . . I blacked out. I awoke to the sounds of pounding on my driver's side window. "Hey lady . . . hey lady . . . are you all right?!" In a fog, I started to stir. "Hey lady . . . you OK?" the voice repeated. I put my hand to my head and sat up. "I'm OK" I said. My mind slowly started to shift into gear. "Lady? Why was he calling me lady?" I thought. "Oh my God!" I gasped in a high pitched voice. I grabbed my throat as it all flooded back to me. I quickly turned on the ignition and pulled away from the man staring at me through my window. When I was far enough away, I pulled over in a deserted portion of the strip malls' parking lot. I quickly looked in the rear view mirror. I shrieked in horror at the sight that I saw. I raised my hands to feel my face . . . trying to confirm that what I saw in the mirror wasn't there. I held my hands up and turned them slowly, inspecting every inch of them. "Oh my God!" I gasped. "This can't be! This can't be!" I looked down to examine the rest of my body. Sure enough, everything seemed wrong. My clothes hung on me like a sack. It was almost like a child playing dress up with their parents' clothes. As my eyes gathered in the sight, I noticed a slight bulging behind my shirt. "Oh please God . . . no!" I said solemnly. I reached with both hands to grab the front of my shirt. And then in a sudden jerk, ripped my shirt open only to expose . . . my breasts!! "Nooo!!" I yelled, "This is impossible!" I began to shake in fear. I was terrified, so I started the car again and headed to the safest place I could think of . . . home. As I sped along the highway, I mentally tried to feel my cock. But it was no use. Their was no sensation their at all. I thought about touching myself their to check, but I was too afraid at the moment. I just needed to get home. After running up the back stairs, I slipped my key into my front door. I ran inside and slammed it behind me. I slowly made my way to the bathroom . . . afraid of what I knew was there. I flipped on the light and turned to gaze at my reflection in the mirror. I gasped . . . once again passing out. I awoke on the floor . . . hoping that when I stood up, everything would have just been a dream. But when I noticed long hair in my eyes, I knew that my nightmare was still continuing. I pulled myself up and stared at the reflection once more. I was speechless. From the looks of it . . . I was now a young girl. Very young as a matter of fact. I looked like I was in my late teens . . . maybe close to twenty if I was lucky. I had long brown hair. It was straight and extremely messed up. "My face" I gasped. "My face". It was so strange. It was still mine . . . only softened, just a bit, to the point that it looked feminine. My eyes continued downward. I slid my loose pants off and then unbuttoned the remaining two buttons on my shirt. I reluctantly slid it off and dropped it to the floor. Before me . . . on my chest . . . sat two female breasts. They were small and not particularly attractive. They were pointy and seemed to sag a bit. The nipples and aureoles were large with each side being shaped slightly different than the other. I grabbed them in disbelief. Their softness seemed so strange . . . they couldn't be part of me! At this point I needed to know the rest. I had to see about my cock. I closed my eyes and pulled down my jockey shorts. I counted to three and then opened them. As I expected . . . it was gone. "Oh my God!!" I croaked. What greeted me was a thick, bushy mane of dark pubic hair. I started to search through it with my fingers in hopes of finding my dick, but it was too late. I spread my legs apart and grabbed my naked crotch with my bare hand. As I did, one of my fingers slid in between two fleshy folds of skin. I reached down with my other hand to part my hair . . . revealing what I knew I had just felt . . . a vagina! My body began to shake and quiver . . . I became hysterical. After a few minutes, I pulled myself back together . . . summoning the strength to gaze at my reflection once more. I had definitely been turned into a young female version of my male self. To be honest . . . I didn't make a very good-looking girl. My figure was dumpy and out of shape . . . my breasts were unattractive and pointy . . . and my face was crude and unrefined. "Oh my God! What am I going to do!" I thought. Then a little bell went off in my head. "The note . . . the voice mail from Sindy! She has to be involved. I've got to get to the club." I rummaged through the closet in search of some clothes that I might be able to wear. It was no use; my body had changed too drastically. I had to settle for an old sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. I had no shoes that fit. So I laced up my size 12 Nike's at tight as possible, tried to brush my hair out of my face, and took off. Chapter 6 It was around 9:00 PM when I finally arrived at the club. I gazed toward the now familiar neon sign that glowed eerily overhead. I approached the front door, swallowed hard, and entered. In the distance sat the same half-naked receptionist that greeted me just the other night. I slowly approached her, trying to think of what to say. As I neared, she looked up at me and began to snicker. "Hi there . . ." she said. "You must be . . . ugh . . . the new girl. Right? We've been expecting you." "What?" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about?" "Well . . . aren't you here to see Renee?" she asked. "Renee" I remarked. "Actually I was hoping to see Sindy. Is she in?" "Yeah I think so. Hold on a second." She picked up the phone and paged her to the front desk. "So . . . how does it feel?" "Excuse me?" I said. "You know . . . how does IT feel?" she asked again as she cupped her breasts in her hands . . . kneading them ever so slightly. A huge grin came across her face. I stumbled backward in shock that she KNEW. "How . . . how did you know?" I stuttered. She crossed her legs and popped a piece of chewing gum in her mouth. "It's really pretty easy. You've seen one come in . . . you've seen `em all." Just then I heard a door behind me open. I turned to see Sindy staring in disbelief and shame at my new form. "Sindy!" I said. "I'm . . . I'm . . . do you know me? Do I look familiar to you?" "Yes Dan . . . I recognize you. I just want to say, I'm sorry." I replied "What do you mean? Did you do this to me!?" "Hardly" she said. "You really need to talk to Renee. She'll answer all of your questions. She's expecting you. Come on and follow me." She motioned with her hand for me to come along. I went with her through the doorway and down a long narrow hall. We entered the back of the club through a door marked `Employees Only'. Once inside, there were numerous people scurrying about. We walked by several dressing rooms where at least a dozen women were in various stages of undress . . . primping their hair and applying makeup. As I walked by, many of them whispered amongst themselves. Some even pointed and chuckled. I hid my face and walked on in shame. When I could take the embarrassment no more, we finally came to Renee's office. Sindy knocked gently. A soft voice from inside said "Enter." Sindy swung open the door and without saying a word, motioned for me to enter. I walked by her and stood somberly in front of Renee. I heard the door behind me close. "Come in . . . come in and make yourself at home" Renee said in a cheerful tone. "Please . . . come and sit down." As I made my way to the large leather chair in front of her desk, I noticed that that Renee was busy checking me out. It was almost as if she was admiring her handiwork. "So . . ." she started. "Are you responsible for this?!" I interrupted. She answered. "Did I do this to you? Yes. Am I responsible that this happened to you? No . . . I'm afraid YOU are the one that got yourself into this predicament." "Me!!?" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about?! What do I have to do with any of this? What the hell has happened to me?! What did you do to me, and why?!!" "All right Dan. Please, just settle down. I know you've got a lot of questions. Just give me a chance, and I'll explain everything to you." She sat down in the chair behind her desk and crossed her legs. "Let me be blunt Mr. Jefferson. The other night, you were given a drink. In that drink was a chemical substance that temporarily alters ones genetic structure. Currently, you are experiencing the effects of that drug." "You said temporarily . . ." I interrupted. "You mean this isn't permanent? Thank God!" "Please Mr. Jefferson. Let me finish before you start jumping to conclusions. Once again . . . Let me get straight to the point. There is a WHY and a WHAT to explain. Let's begin with the WHY." I nervously sat back in my chair . . . eager to understand what the hell was going on. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. As she slowly puffed on it, she went on . . . "First of all, men like you are the biggest reason that our society still rests in the dark ages. Your archaic and chauvinistic attitudes toward women are frankly . . . nothing short of revolting. A couple of weeks ago . . . one of my girls, Tiffany, was raped. She came to you . . . an officer of the law, and asked for help. You chose to ignore her. You turned your back on her because of her physical appearance. You didn't care about the person inside that body. You decided that the laws of this country didn't protect her . . . because in your own words . . . "she's nothing but a hooker". Well Mr. Jefferson, I'm taking justice into my own hands here. It's time that we give YOU a little attitude adjustment!" She uncrossed her legs and adjusted her dress. I was speechless as her explanation continued. "And now for the WHAT. Several years ago I stumbled upon a formula on a trip to the Far East. I had heard many rumors, and was looking for a way to make myself beautiful. I found a potion that promised me just that. Every twelve hours, it promised to transform me back and forth between myself and my own vision of female perfection. Although skeptical at first, I found that the formula was nothing short of incredible. I took the potion back to the States with me and soon had an idea of how I could make myself rich. I decided to open a bar . . . the bar you are in right now. I knew that there was a lot of money to be made at a strip club. Men would pay through the nose to see and touch beautiful women. But to make my club different, I needed a catch. Something that would draw men here before going to any other club. What I needed were the absolute hottest women in the city to come and work for me. The only problem was . . . that 99 percent of beautiful women don't have any interest in being strippers. The girls that were showing up for interviews were attractive . . . but certainly not the types that were going to make me rich. Enter the formula. All of the sudden it dawned on me. I could use the formula to transform any woman that was interested in working here into a gorgeous erotic dancer. Soon, with their complete consent, I had twenty or so of the most beautiful women anyone had ever seen. The place became jammed . . . the girls and I have been making a whole lot of money ever since. It's really great, not only am I becoming extremely wealthy . . . but I'm also able to help out women who can really use a break. With my formula, any women who's in a tough situation . . . who can't get a decent paying job . . . who has kids to feed . . . can make a hell of a lot of money working here. And what's best about it . . . nobody knows who they really are during the day. I've got single mothers, recovering alcoholics, women who have been abused . . . you name it . . . all working for me. It makes me feel good to help them out." I interrupted once again. "This is all very well. But where do I fit into this whole thing?" "Patience my dear . . . patience" she said. "In time I will make it all clear to you." She reached down into her drawer and pulled out a metal rack containing several vials of blue liquid. "You'll find that this temporary antidote is very important. There are enough here to last you until Friday night. By then the transformation will be complete. Come back that night and I'll fill you in on the rest of the details . . ." "No! wait . . . please!" I begged. "I need to know . . . please tell me now. And what do you mean that by Friday `my transformation will be complete'?!" "I'm sorry Dan . . . I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. That's half of the fun!" she laughed. "Now listen good, and listen closely" she said in a suddenly serious tone. "Drink one vial of this liquid each night after you change. It will allow you to transform back into your old male self in the morning. If you fail to do so . . . the changes that have occurred will become permanent! And remember this . . . I am the only one who can ever give you anymore of this. So . . . if you double cross me in any way, or try to turn me in to the police . . . those will be the last doses of antidote that you'll ever see. And those scrawny little titties poking out through your shirt . . . will be YOURS forever!!" Her laughter echoed through my head as I tried to comprehend the entire situation. "Please" I asked. "Please don't do this to me!" "Here . . . take these and get out of my sight!" she said angrily as she forced the metal rack into my hands. She walked over and opened the doors. "Now take a hike asshole . . . I`ve got a business to run!" I got up trembling and headed out the door. When I was no more than five or six feet away, I heard her speak to me once more. Only this time, there was no trace of anger or hostility in her voice. In fact, her entire mood seemed to have shifted. "Oh and dear . . . don't forget . . . I'll see you Friday night OK?" she said politely with a charming smile on her face. She blew me a kiss and added, "Have a nice week . . ." She waved sweetly as I turned and walked away. I found a lone chair off on the side of the room. I sat down and buried my face into my hands as I began to cry. After a couple of minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Hush now . . . everything's going to be all right" a voice said. I looked up to see one of the dancers staring down at me with pity. "Really" she said. "You'll be OK. It just takes some time to get used to." "Get used to?! How would you know?" I said. "How could you ever know how I feel?" She said "Because I once sat in that very chair . . . and cried for the very same reasons." She patted me on the shoulder, turned and walked away. After a few more minutes, I regained some sense of composure and got up to head home. The entire ride was a blur. My head was spinning so fast. I hurried up to my apartment, hoping that no one would recognize me, and locked the door. I ran to the bathroom and stared at the young girl's reflection the mirror. I slowly undressed and took in the new visual and physical sensations of my body. I felt so frail, so small and weak. It was so strange to feel these two small breasts hanging from my ribcage. I held them in disbelief as I stared down at them. My eyes wandered even lower, to the area where just a few hours ago hung an eight-inch cock. Now, there wasn't even any remaining sign of it. My hands slid down to feel what was no longer their. Smooth contours were all that greeted me now. I gazed at the vials of blue liquid sitting on my countertop. Praying that they would restore my manhood, I grabbed one, and quickly gulped it down. I shuddered at its bitter taste as I threw the empty glass into the trashcan. I took a few deep breaths and then crawled into bed. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity praying that this would all somehow end. I fell asleep only to awake to static on my television screen several hours later. I reached for the remote, turned it off and quickly went back to sleep. Chapter 7 When the alarm went off at 6:15 AM, I quickly sat up in bed to see if my old body had returned. I pulled the sheets away to find my old hairy chest staring back at me. I quickly ran to the mirror reaffirm things to myself. "Thank God . . ." I said as I grasped my face with both hands. "It's me! It worked! Thank God it worked!" After a few moments of joyfully groping at myself, I came to my senses and realized that I needed to get ready for work. I took a quick shower, dressed and headed down to the station. Fortunately, the day was pretty slow. I had a hard time concentrating on my job as I spent most of the day trying to rationalize to myself that last night never really happened. I actually started to believe myself, but as the end of the day approached, I became more and more apprehensive with each passing hour. I rushed to get home by 6:00 PM, just in case I really wasn't hallucinating. As the time drew nearer and nearer, my heart began to pound harder. Minutes seemed to take hours to pass by. I braced myself as the hands on my watch finally reached 6:00 PM, and then . . . nothing. "Thank God" I said in relief. I didn't feel any different. "Maybe nothing's going to happen . . ." I decided to wait a little while longer, just in case. By 6:15 PM, I was starting to feel confident that I was safe. By 6:20 PM . . . I was sure of it. I went into the kitchen to get something to eat when all of the sudden I started to feel hot. Within moments my skin felt as though it was crawling with ants. I dropped to my knees as my quivering body began to alter. I could fell every bit of it. My hair and nails growing . . . body shrinking . . . my crotch rearranging itself . . . my chest swelling into tits! After a couple of minutes, the metamorphosis was finished. I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. I was once again a young girl. But this time, the face that stared back at me was slightly different. I pulled off my clothes to see if anything else was changed. The first thing that struck me was the shape of my breasts. They appeared fuller and better shaped than the pathetically shaped boobs that I had last night. In fact as I examined myself. My entire body seemed slightly shapelier than before. Instead of being completely scrawny and unattractive, my body was much more typical of your run in the mill teenage girl. As I stared at my reflection, the realization that I was indeed cursed by Renee set in. I began to break down and cry once more. "What am I going to do?!" I sobbed. "I can't live my life like this! I can't take it!" After a few minutes, I remembered about the antidote that I had to take to keep this nightmare from becoming permanent. I pulled one of the small glass vials from my vanity drawer and held it up to the light to take a look at it. I pulled out the rubber stopper, paused a second, and then quickly downed the blue liquid. "I pray this works again" I thought as chills ran up and down my spine. Unable to bear the sight of what I'd turned into, I decided to get into bed and sleep as much of the night away as possible. The night was long. It seemed as though I tossed and turned for hours. I hardly got any sleep as strange dreams of erotic women again danced through my head. It finally ended with the sound of my alarm clock waking me at 6:30 AM. I quickly pulled the sheets back to once more reveal my old male self. "Thank God!" I thought. I got up and got into the shower to get ready for work. Chapter 8 The week went by ever so slowly. Every night had been more and more of the same. Somewhere between 6:00 and 6:30 PM, I would painfully morph into a teenage girl. Each time slightly different and slightly more attractive than before. For whatever the reason, the nightmares seemed to be getting worse. I had hardly slept a wink all week. The haunting beauty of this one particular woman seemed to stand out from all of the other images in my dreams. She appeared in them every night, becoming more and more prominent in them as the week progressed. Her image was burned into my mind more clearly as each and every night came and went. The week dragged on until finally, it was Friday night. By 6:30 PM, I had once more transformed into a now, very pretty young girl. According to what Renee had said the other night, my five- day transformation had finally ended. My body had become shapely and soft . . . my features delicate and feminine. Gone completely was the awkward looking girl from earlier in the week. My hair was long and silky . . . my features delicate and innocent. My breasts, yet still small, had become round and firm. My thin legs had lengthened and firmed up . . . only to end in an impossibly smooth crotch. The bushy pubic hair had been disappearing throughout the week, leaving behind a sparse patch of fine soft hairs that barely hid the slit between my legs. As I looked deep into the feminine features in the mirror, I could still see my old male self peeking out from behind the foreign reflection. If someone knew, and really looked hard, they would still be able to recognize me. But to the casual onlooker, I was no different than any other attractive 18-year-old girl. "Thank goodness it's finally over." I thought in relief. "Maybe those nightmares will finally stop too." As much as I hated to think about it, the time had finally come for me to return to the club and give Renee another visit. Thoughts of what she was going to tell me made me extremely nervous. I just prayed that she'd give me some more antidotes so that I could continue to change back into a man during the day. I got dressed in some of my baggy male clothes and headed out the door. When I arrived at the club, a sick feeling began to fill my stomach. I'd spent all week scared to death of what might happen tonight. I wanted to run away . . . but I had no choice but to stay. I swallowed hard and walked in through the front doors. Again the beautiful young woman behind the front desk chuckled as I approached. "Well . . . well" she laughed. "What do we have here?" "I'm here to see Renee," I said firmly. "Of course you are dear . . . " she said as she picked up the phone to announce my arrival. "Why don't you have a seat over there for a few minutes . . . she said that she'd be out shortly. If you'd like to use the LADIES room . . . it's right around the corner." She tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't contain herself from breaking out in laughter halfway through the sentence. With a look of disgust on my face, I quickly turned around and walked over to the couch to sit down. Soon, Renee's voice startled me from my own deep thoughts. "Well, well . . . I see that my formula has done its job rather nicely. Don't you agree?" I shot up out of my seat. "Look Renee . . . I'm really sorry for everything that I've done. Please forgive me. I just want this to end. I'll do anything you say . . . please just turn me back into a man . . . please . . . I beg you!" "I know, I know . . . I've heard it all before" she said calmly. "Come to my office . . . I think it's time we had our little talk." She motioned with her hand for me to follow. I got up and nervously walked with her back to her office. Once inside, she again closed the doors behind us . . . the noise seemingly echoing throughout my head as my heart raced with anticipation. She turned and sat seductively on the front of her desk. She gave me the once over and then reached into a drawer to pull out yet another vial of liquid. "Here you go my dear Dan . . . bottoms up!" she said as she handed it to me. I grabbed the tiny bottle, pulled out the rubber stopper and quickly drank the blue liquid. "You're probably noticing by now that the taste is slightly . . . different," she said as I handed her back the empty vial. A look of concern came over my face. "No need to worry dear. It's still your precious antidote. The only difference is that this version is slightly different than the one that you have been ingesting all week. It has all of the necessary components to do its' job except for one . . . consider it say . . . part 1 of 2. You still need to receive part 2 for the antidote to be complete and change you back by morning." "So what do I have to do for you to give me the other part?" I asked in a scared tone. "Sweetheart . . ." she cooed. I'm afraid you misunderstand. If, and only if, you do as I say . . . I'll give you the first part of your nightly dose. Consider it a type of obedience leash! The second part is up to you to find on your own. Just remember, if you miss either part, you'll remain stuck in your current form forever!" "Well" I said sheepishly. "What are you going to make me do . . . and, what . . . how . . . do I get this second part?" Her eyes seemed to shimmer at the prospect of answering my questions. "Do you remember where my little story left off the other night?" she asked. "Story? What story?" I asked. "You know," she said. "About how I came upon my little formula and how I've used it to create this bar . . ." "Oh yeah" I said. "I remember." "Well . . ." she said. "Let me continue . . . About a year ago, one of the girls boyfriends beat her up pretty badly. She wouldn't turn him in to the police. I was furious about the whole thing. After a couple of days, I had an idea. If she wasn't going to do anything to him, I sure as hell was. So I decided to see what would happen if I gave a man a dose of my formula. Sure enough . . . it had the same effect. It turned him into the woman of his fantasies for twelve hours a day . . . just like it did to the girls. So . . . I basically enslaved him to me. I made him pay . . . I taught him a lesson that he'll never forget. I forced him to work here at the bar with the other women until I decided he had paid his price. "Oh my God!" I gasped in horror. "And . . . you're . . . doing the same to me?" "Very good . . . you catch on fast Dan." A sickening grin came across her face. "The bottom line is . . . you are being punished. Every twelve hours you will transform between your old male self and your new female version. While male . . . you are free to live your old life as you were. Carry on your job . . . whatever you like. While female . . . the choice is actually yours as well. But understand this well. I am the only one with the antidote for what I've done to you, and the only way that I'll ever give it to you is by paying off your debt to me. If you choose to NOT pay it off . . . well, then you'll remain in this state forever. Is that clear?" "Let me get this straight." I said. "You want me to pay off some kind of debt? Then you'll end this nightmare for good?" "It's that simple" she said shrugging her shoulders. "So what's the debt?" I asked. "100,000 dollars." She said calmly. "A hundred thousand dollars!" I yelled. "Where am I going to come up with that kind of money?!!" "By working of course . . . right here at the Booby Trap," she said. "If you can average around 300 dollars a night, you'll be free and clear in a little over a year. Sooner if you're really a good dancer, longer if you're bad at it. I reserve the right to increase the dollar amount at any time for misbehavior. So in other words . . . be good, do your job, keep the customers happy, and make as much money as fast as you can. Once you've paid me off . . . IF . . . and only IF I decided that you have ALSO learned your lesson . . . that your attitude toward woman has changed substantially . . . I will give you the final antidote. Then you may go back to your life as you were. Fair enough?" "Fair enough?!!" I yelled. "You can't do this to me! This is blackmail! You trapped me!" "Fine then . . ." she said. "The choice is yours. If you don't want to do as I say . . . well then . . . just go ahead and leave. I promise I won't bother you again. But just remember! When you wake up in the morning. That scrawny little body will be staring back at you in the mirror. You'll remain just like you are . . . an 18-year- old girl . . . FOREVER!!" Her laughter filled the room as I covered my ears and closed my eyes, hoping that it would all somehow end. Then . . . pathetically I begged "How can you do this to me? Please . . . please let me go. I'm sorry. I truly am." "Oh I'm sure you are Dan," she said. "But that wouldn't be any fun now would it?" After a few moments of silently thinking about my situation, I looked her in the eyes and reluctantly agreed to her terms. Really, I had no choice if I ever wanted to get out of this mess. "I knew you'd come around to the right decision" she chuckled. "Now . . ." I interrupted. "What about this second part of the formula that I need?" "Actually" she said. "It's readily available. You can pretty much get it anywhere you like." "I'm confused." I responded. "What is it? Where do I get it?" Standing . . . she leaned over toward me, propping herself up with both arms on her desk. She looked me straight in the eye and said. "My silly little girl. All you have to do is find a man. Part 2 is male semen . . . sperm!!" She began to laugh uncontrollably. My body started to shake. "Sperm!" I yelled. "You can't be serious! There's no way in hell I'm going to drink that! You're crazy!" "Suit yourself" she said while shrugging her shoulders. "The choice is yours . . . find some sperm every night . . . or get used to being in that body for the rest of your life! Tears started to stream down my face. "There . . . there dear" she said in mock comforting tones. "I can see that you're all upset by this whole thing. What do you say if I make things a little easier on you . . . just for tonight. Consider this a one-time gift. From me, to you . . . because I like you." She reached into her desk drawer and once more pulled out a small bottle of liquid. Only this time, instead of being blue . . . it was white! As she handed it to me, I knew only too well what it was. "Go ahead" she said smiling. "This will be the easiest dose that you'll ever get . . . unless you'd really rather go out and get some on your own?" I quickly grabbed the bottle from her hand and stared at it in disgust. I was afraid that she might take it away from me so I quickly pulled out the stopper, held my breath, and poured the creamy liquid into my mouth. It took everything that I had to swallow it and keep it down. I wanted to throw up so badly, but I knew that my manhood depended on me keeping it down. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else. "There now" she said laughing. "That wasn't so bad was it? I actually kind of like the taste of it . . . don't you?" Just then I started to feel hot. I could tell that Renee wasn't surprised . . . in fact she almost looked as though she was expecting it. "Excellent" she said in anticipation. "Let's see how erotic your imagination truly is!" I stood up feeling panicked . . . as though I'd just been tricked. Sweat started to pour down my face. I felt as though I was going to explode. "What have you done to me?" I pleaded. She didn't respond other than to cross her legs and smile with delight. My body continued to burn. The pressure from within building until finally . . . relief! I felt myself start to change. My clothes began to get tight. Mounds of hair began to fall into my face. My once baggy jeans started to rip at the seams to hold my new shape. And then it happened . . . my chest exploded outward like someone blowing up a couple helium balloons with a tank. The buttons ripped off my shirt as my breasts swelled to massive proportions. I grabbed them . . . as if in some strange way I could stop them from growing. But it was of no use. After a few moments, the pain subsided. Bent over on my knees, I finally regained my composure. "What have you done to me!" I screamed as I began to stand. "Excellent . . . excellent!" Renee said in glee. "I must say Dan. You're a real knockout! But I think we need a new name for you . . . your old one just doesn't seem to do your figure any justice. What do you say we call you . . . umm . . . Danielle!? I think that's perfect . . . don't you?" I stood and wandered over to the mirror on the wall. I almost fell to the floor at what I saw. It was the woman from my dreams! There in front of me . . . I'd morphed into the woman that had been haunting me in my dreams all week long! Mounds of wavy jet- black hair adorned my seductive face. My bright green eyes and pouting lips were irresistible. My torso was thin, my arms slender and delicate. And there, perched on my tiny torso were two of the most incredible breasts that I could ever imagine. They were round and firm . . . with huge nipples that begged to be caressed. I reached up to touch them in disbelief. They were so big. I cupped them in my hands to support them. They seemed so heavy. I then pulled off the remainder of my tattered jeans. My hips had spread to the point where the sides of them had actually ripped apart. My male jockey shots were stretched to their limits by my new physique. I peeled them off over my newly swollen ass and dropped them to the floor. An almost hairless pussy stared back at me. Every proportion was incredible . . . every inch of me screamed sex. I even had seductive tan lines in the shape of a skimpy thong. I stood there stunned at the figure in the mirror. Renee felt that the time was right to interrupt . . . "Well Dan . . . I do have to say . . . you are one hot bitch!" "What . . . how . . . " I stuttered. "That dose of sperm triggered your final transformation. You've become the woman of your dreams! Just like all of the other women here. And if I may say . . . you've really outdone yourself! With a body like that, you should have no trouble earning your 100 grand. In fact, you may even do it in record time!" she laughed. Over the next hour, she briefed me on the rules of the game. Six nights a week I'd report to the club as one of the many dancers that worked there. I was to give Renee every penny of my earnings. In turn, she would give me half of the required formula that would change me back into a man a dawn. It was up to me to get the other half. She told me that most of the girls took guys up to the balcony, offered them the blowjob of their life, and soaked them for a couple hundred bucks or so. After I was clear on everything, she told me to meet her back here at 5:30 PM tomorrow. The honeymoon was over . . . it was time to get to work. Chapter 9 I spent the next day holed up in my apartment . . . sick to my stomach. I paced the floor nervously knowing that at 6:00 PM, I'd transform into an erotic dancer . . . forced to sell myself to MEN to pay off some insane debt to a twisted woman. I'd be forced to eat their sperm just to regain one more day as a man. I'd didn't know how I could take this any longer . . . somehow this had to come to an end. Frightfully, the end of the day drew nearer. I got in my car and drove to the club to meet Renee as instructed. I arrived slightly after 5:00 PM and waited in her office until she appeared around 5:20 PM. "Good evening Dan. It's nice to see you this evening." She chirped as she strode into the room. I could only give her a look of disgust in response. "Come along" Renee gestured. "I've got some things to show you." I followed along as she gave me a tour of the club. She showed me my dressing area and presented me with a shift schedule that outlined `when and where' I was supposed to report. I was told that breaking any her rules, or falling short on any of my work duties, would be met with a stiff fine of an additional $10,000 to worked off. One thing was for certain . . . she certainly had the upper hand and wasn't about to cut me any slack. Just before 6:00 PM, a few miscellaneous people began to file into the dressing area. At first I paid them no attention, but as the number of them increased, I began to become distracted from Renee's little guided tour. She obviously noticed my lack of attention. "Perhaps you wish to meet some of the other girls?" she smiled. I turned my gaze back toward her. "I'm sorry . . . I was just noticing all of the people suddenly showing up," I said. "Just being curious I'm sure" she said. "Come . . . I'll introduce you to some of your new colleagues." "What?" I said in wonder. "These people work here?" "Of course they do" she said. "That's Linda over there . . . and that's Kathy, over there with the blue skirt on." "They work here?" I asked. "What do they do?" Renee responded with smirk on her face. "Why they're dancers . . . just like you!" "They can't be!" I thought. Both women had to be near forty and were certainly not nearly attractive enough to be dancers. Renee saw the confusion in my eyes. "Linda's a single mother with three kids to support. Her husband skipped out of town on her last year. She's been struggling to make ends meet ever since. And