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Copyright 1999 by Kaylin Robins The first installment of the Angel Series. Avenging Angel - The Show Must Go On It was a hot Saturday night at the Bad Girls Bar and Strip Club and the place was packed with a larger than normal crowd. A group of rough bikers with their cheep beers surrounded the decaying pool table in the clubs back. Scattered between the pool table and the stage with its cat walk which was extended into the main room was many small round tables each occupied with different clientele. A group of university frat boys had pulled five tables into their small island of horny rudeness spurred on with pitchers of beer. Middle-aged construction workers tired of their old wives and bratty kids sat waiting for the jack & coke haze to finally over come them so they could become young single studs again. Business men in their best suits slipped in so not to be seen and nursed their wine and waited to be wanted;fantasies they knew their tucked dollar bills would buy them. The assorted perverts and prostitutes sat perched at the bar looking all about not wanting to miss anything that they might use to get off a couple thousand times. They and more was coming in to see this mystery hot featured stripper the neon marquee had been advertising for the past month and everyone had let their imagination go wild. This is just what Bill Langer had thought would happen. Mr. Langer had been standing at his office door watching all the men and all the money come marching in. At this sight he was happily chewing on his cigar. He was thinking, 'Who cares if I don't have my looks any more. 'He had over the past 20 years became a 250lbs over weight, balding 55 year pale old man who's only goal in life was to make money. 'Make money? No,' he thought, "To control everybody and everything, of course. But if I make money, well what ever.' Mr. Langer looked at his two henchmen, Dave and Bob, who he kept on the payroll to keep every thing running smoothly and gave them a wink of approval. After closing the office door to the growing crowd Mr. Langer wobbled over to his desk and eased himself into his chair to revel in his own brilliance. Yes he was smart. He knew when he got that phone call from the Angel Agency about this opportunity to have a special guest appear in his club and the mysterious method of the contact gave him the idea to make this an other money making deal. He new this bar was small time and he might had been destined for greater things, but this bar provided him with what he controled best. He provided a service and he knew what men wanted, liquor and women, and both was easy for him to manipulate. Liquor he did not drink the stuff but provided to customers at his price. But women, he did use and abuse. Not like these rich studs who use their looks to get some bimbo to suck them off. He had a nose for the bitches who were hungry. The ones starving for money and love. Those women he could use until they were used up shaking their tits or when they finally got some real back bone, which very seldom happened thanks to his two inforcers. Then putting money into the right pockets of the police and the mayors office, Bill had it made. So he stayed the pig he was proud to be. A timid knock awoke Mr. Langer from his day dream. At his grunt a mousy 16 year old girl slipped in, closing the door behind her, leaned her back against it as she hung her head barely holding back the tears that kept threatening to over take her. She was barely 5ft 4inches tall with stringy blonde hair. She was topless but except for a slight swelling of her breast and the absence of a bulge in her red sequined hot pants she might be mistaken for a little boy. "What the fuck is wrong now?". This girl was Mandee, Bill's new play thing, but he was quickly growing tired of her. "They......stiffed me again.", she squeaked. "What." "Those frat boys...they ordered 4 pitchers and paid only for three...they gave me a twenty and then started asking for all kinds of change and....I got confused. I counted my bank and now I am short money....they did it on purpose." "You know the policy. All the girls started waiting on tables. What ever you are short comes out of your share of the servers tip cache." 'Along, of course, my 20%', thought Bill. "I don't make that much...I am not that good at this...you said I could be a dancer soon." "You know the rules. If I let you slide I have to let the others slide. Do you think that's fair to the others?" "No...I was just hoping things could change a little faster." "But you know it will. Come here.", he ordered her as he pushed his chair away from the old desk. Bill thought, 'Hell I might as will get a blow job for listening to her whining. She will never go on stage. I'll have her giving head in the back alley when she gets knocked down even lower.' By the time Mandee had shuffled around the desk Bill had unbuckled his baggy pants and what might had been a large cock on any other Joe was peeking out from under his belly. She stood for a second, biting her lip. After swallowing another bit of her little pride she knelt down and meekly taking him in her small mouth Bill shoved it deep down her throat. It was not long when he released his wad in her mouth holding Mandee's head between his crotch until she swallowed adding the last bit of insult to her lesson. Abruptly Bill fixed up his pants now ignoring her as she still knelt before him. Then like a robot she got up to go back out into the ever gathering noise. Just as she stepped out Dave, one of the two brutes, pushed passed her. "Has our 'star' appeared yet?", Bill asked. "Ah yea, she drove up in this limousine and has just walked in the front door." "I told the agency to have her come in the back way. I did not want her to be seen yet! Another dumb bitch, I am surrounded by them." When Bill saw her she looked the enigma as much as the phone call. There stood this tall woman wearing a long loose gray rain coat, her head was wrapped in a scarf and she wore a pair of dark sun glasses. Since it had been a hot sunny day she look truly bizarre. Bob the other doorman started to say something but as she turn to look at him he suddenly stopped and turn to lead her through the seated mob and gave Bill a confused look. One of the only agents demands was she was to have a private dressing room. Bill had ordered a small storage room be cheaply set up with a table, mirror and chair. 'This will have to change', noted Bill as he walked to confront her, 'She will have to dress with the other dancers. I won't let any slut tell me how to waste money. Damn, she has not even sign any kind of contract and thats where I've got the bitch. Before she struts any of her stuff she will have to sign my contract or she will be the one who walks and I still will smell clean. And if she signs she will be almost no better off than any of the street sluts who appear here. Oh, I'll give her some more than the others but not much more.' When Bill got to the private dressing room he met Bob standing before the door. Bob shrugged as Bill ordered, "Stand here and keep everyone out as I read her the riot act." "What the hell." As the door slammed behind him Bill was dumb founded. Instead of the dull gray paint of the club the room was now pink with new white lace curtains. Chairs, a coffee table, and a soft, white fur sofa sat in one corner while the makeup table was covered with assorted cosmetics with a mirror surrounded by lights. The was a closet full of clothes ('She didn't carry any thing in - no bags or packages.') and plush new carpet covered the floor. "I have made some changes to the decor. How do you like them Bill?" There she sat smoking an expensive cigarette laughing at his surprise look in the mirror while she still remained in her disguise. She reached up and gently peeled off her scarf revealing shoulder length straight black hair that shown in stark contrast against her creamy white skin. Bill felt aroused and thought, 'Wow, she must be Asian.' "No I am not Asian Bill. I am sort a what you might call a hybrid." "What. How do you know my name and what I was just thinking?" "I know a lot about you Bill and in my job I need to know everything so every thing will be, lets say, perfect." Bill was flustered. This was not going to be easy. He might have to have her slapped up to get her thinking right.....'Damn, don't think that.' "So you have me at a disadvantage." "My name is Angel.", she announced her name like it was a death sentence. 'Now I need to take charge of this uppity dike and stop acting like a pussy.' "Well Angel your late. You should have been here an hour ago and we need to get started." Angel crushed out her cigarette and said, "Of course your right once again Bill but I am not your star lady tonight. No, I am what some people might call an agent. An agent for new untapped talent and I came here to set things right for new....stars." "Hell, where the fuck is she. Your agency made commitments and here's the contract." He threw down the contract on the coffee table. Angel stood up and taking a pen she signed it. "I have what you might call power of attorney so here is your contract, signed." Smiling again she handed Bill the contract and sat down on the sofa. When Bill looked at the signature he had to do an other double take. The name signed said Bill Langer. Bill glanced at Angel who had just remove her glasses. Where her eyes should had been there were white holes where light streamed out to fill the room and it seemed to Bill that he fell into a fog as he heard Angel say. "The show must go on." When Bill awoke his ears was ringing as his eye sight slowly returned. He did not know how long he had been passed out but it must not had been too long because one of his two boys would have been in to check on him. The familiar thump music finally came floating through the buzz so Bill knew he was still at the club. He was sitting in this chair in the center of the dressing room. It was almost like one of those old barber chairs and he was tipped back in a prone position. He tried to say something, but found he could not move his mouth or any thing else in fact. 'Shit,' he thought, 'I cant move at all. Its finally happened. I must have had a heart attack.' But then he had another shock. He was completely naked. He could not feel any of his clothes for the air conditioning felt cold against his skin. 'My god this bitch must be crazy! Where is she.' Bill strained his senses to discover if she was still in the room. "No I'm not crazy and I'm not going to hurt you Bill, I'm going to make some.....adjustments. Are you comfy." Her low, menacing voice came from some where from out of his line of sight but he knew he did not like the sound of that. With a clank the seat went into its upright position. Bill could feel the familiar tug of his over weight stomach flop down as the seat turned to give him a full view of his nakedness in the dressing room mirror. Bill felt a pang of embarrassment for the first time in a long time at being force to see the grossness of his over weight body. "Oh Bill," said the voice of Angel from the shadows, "You have been letting yourself go. You do need to loose some weight and trim up. I'll fix that first." At first his body felt a little hungry but in a few seconds it felt like he had not eaten in a month. The pains in his stomach started to become almost unbearable when he noticed his body was warming up like he had been jogging for miles. Bill could see in the mirror the fat in his chest and stomach began to disappear as his skin tighten up until all of the sudden he looked like he had the body of a fit man. 'This might not be as bad as I thought....but no!' Bill began not to look like any fit man but one of those pictures of prisoners in a war camp: Sunken cheeks, pale skin, a chest were you could count his ribs, bony arms and legs. Then his hair started to fall out by the roots to disappear in a cloud of smoke as it laid on his skin. Soon the chair that once held a fat man now cradled a hairless bag of bones. Bill also perceived he had grown much shorter. In the mirror his hands and feet was notably smaller and now he who was at one time 6ft tall was now about 5ft 6'. "Now, there there Bill, doesn't that feel much better.", Angel said in baby talk, "But now you look so pale and peaked. I think you need a make over. Some blush on those cheeks." 'Oh no! What is this bitch doing to me?' It was like some special effects from a horror movie. The makeup on the cosmetic table started floating up into the air and came at his hairless face. Soon a base was being applied to Bill's face while eye brow pencils, blush, eyeliner, mascara, eye color, powder, seemed to all work around in a mechanical order so as to not get in the way of each other. His face seem to cooperate like he had seen his dancers do when getting ready for a show. Finally his lips parted and lipstick was applied then Bill puckered his red lips like some faggot. So now he saw he looked like a bald gay man who had just spent six months stranded on Mount Everest. "There now don't you look exquisite." she giggled, "Oh, don't you have any comments to make. You are always looking for a new angle on things. Thats right. You can't talk. I can fix that." Suddenly his speech returned. "Why are you doing this to me?" Bills voice sounded tired and weak. "You said you like your girls hungry. Do you like being hungry? No. Well you need to become more empathic sweeti." "You won't get away with this." "Oh but I am getting away with this. Listen to this trick." He thought he had heard Angels voice changing. It was becoming deep, sounding a lot like his. His detached voice moved to the dressing room door and out into the hall were he heard it say to Bob who must have sill been waiting, "Tell all the bartenders and the girls to give a free round of what ever to all of our guest." "What.....a free round.....this crowd. They a routy enough without free drinks." "Do what I told you and if we aren't out in a half hour give them another." The door slammed and angels voice returned while Bill heard the applause and yells from the bar. "Now where were we. Oh yes, you do know how to provide the liquor and the women at this establishment. Yes you are a man of men. You know what these boys want and you will not leave any stone unturned to give it to them. Its going to be a night that no one will forget. Well, are you ready to go show yourself to your patrons." Now Bill was scared. "Me looking like some old faggot." 'I don't know how this witch is doing this but I have to get out of this soon.' Angels voice came down next to Bill's ear and took on a perplexed, lecturing tone. "You know, your right Bill. This is not a gay bar these gentlemen did not come here to see queers. These studs came to see this new exotic stripper. They have been thinking about her all week. They have been dragging out their old stained playboys and other dream fuck centerfolds, searching the Internet for those pictures, staring at their pinup chicks while they changed a carburetor, laying in bed playing with their cocks at night dreaming of that nice wet dream cunt. Could it be Anna Nicole Smith, Raquel Welch, or some other baby doll. We cant disappoint then can we." Bill had at long last had gotten Angel's drift. He could not believe it. He was to become the featured stripper of the night. He heard the noise of the guys out front and his stomach sank. "Oh please....please don't...... don't do this to me. I couldn't stand being seen like some of the girls who work here and not with those guys out there." Bill was now sweating. "Angel, I have money....I could give you all I have....even the bar if you would stop this." But it was too late for Bill to plead. Angel walked out of the shadows and stood in front of Bill. She was beautiful and frightening. She in black stiletto heels and a black leather short dress that stood out hard against her pure white skin. Angel raised her hands above her head and the room whirled with power. First there was a loud cracking noise as Bill's hip bones began to spread, reforming into a feminine hip. He was afraid to look in the mirror but when he glanced up weight started returning to his body but in different places. Fat was forming under his skin which made it beautiful, supple to the touch. His muscles was returning but they were now more woman like. His knobby kneed legs was now a pair of very shapely million dollar ones. "They must not like women weight lifters out there." "Out there." Bill asked in fear and embarrassment. "Yes honey. Each one of those guys have been thinking of their dream girl. You are becoming the combined babe of all those guys fantasies. You have heard of tens, you are going to be their twenties." "Shit! I can't. O no, not my dick." Bill whimpered as it began to slowly shrink. Angel must had released him from the power of the chair for now he jumped up naked and started to frantically run about the room pulling on his penis like he was trying to stop it from disappearing. The comical situation was made more stinging to Bill when this cartoon version of the rap song "Ups, There It Is" began playing out in the bar. It was a lost cause. His manhood shrank until it became a sensitive clit while his sack folded into itself and the lips of a wet pussy surfaced. He could feel his testicles moving up and becoming his ovaries. Spreading his legs he moaned as he saw his new gorgeous hair pie with its small triangle of dark hair above it. Now his butt plumped out to a full screwable, sensual ass. The waist shrank down to a very sexy belly and made the big meaty rump stand out much more. His nipples had been getting very hot. Now Bill desperately grabbed at these as dark circles spread around perky nipples while his breast started to fill out into two large no sagging, no silicon tits. Soon his long red nailed fingers held more than two large hands full. "You've got milk.", taunted Angel. Now string bikini tan lines emerged on the teats. The top must had been so little it must had just covered his hard nipples and the thin white thong lines met in the crack of his ass. "This has to be a nightmare. Please let it be a nightmare." Bill in his jiggling sexy body and bald head ran up to the mirror just in time to see his old painted face rearrange it self. The shape and the bones in his face shifted giving him a small nose, soft chin, almond shaped eyes, an elegantly arched eye brows and full, pouty, fuckabble lips. A very full head of hair started growing until he was now had bounteous brunette shoulder length hair. Mr. Langer's mouth fell open in shock. What used to be a big, fat 55 year old man was now this 23 year old, 5ft 6, brunette, with a 38d-24-36 body to die for. Bill began to speak but stopped for it was not his voice he heard coming from his lips. It reminded him of one of those low voiced sex movie stars. "Nice bod honey, definitely an improvement. But you must be cold." Angel snapped her fingers and all of the sudden Bill was wearing a sexy white teddy with white pull up stockings and black heels. "You fucking bitch. I'll kill you for doing this to me." Bills anger exploded and he ran to hit Angel. But when he reached her she wasn't the weakling he had counted on. With the strength of a man Angel took him in her arms, forcibly kissed him, squeezing one of his new tits, driving her tongue into his mouth. "No. No." Whimpered Bill as his new body melted away like some easy fuck. Warm submission spread from his lips to all of his muscles as he yielded with anticipating closed eyes. Angel then spun the limp Bill onto the white furred sofa where he found himself laying seductively with stocking legs in the air, spread like some bimbo in a cheep men's magazine with his hands fingering his cunt under his panties. His face had that whorish open red mouth surprise expression Bill had found many times before so exciting but now so humiliating. He heard a camera clicking away for Angel was snapping pictures as he moved on the couch taking more enticing positions. "O please change me back". Bill again pleaded as he got up, bent over to showed his hot ass and winked. "What! And let down all of your new fans. Hear your boy friends calling for you. You do know how to provide the women don't you. Now lick your lips." Bill thought as he sat down and pushed his breast together for another picture, 'I will have to get through what ever she has in store for me to wait for my chance to escape. I don't care if the devil can read my mind. She can't be on her guard all the time and I will get my chance to get away. Since it is not me doing this I can still work my escape. I know I am not this bitch and there is no way I am going to dance for no drunks like some cheap screw.' The noise from the bar was growing with each beer and whiskey consumed. With a clap Bill was not posing any more but was now seated in the chair at the makeup table dressed to the hilt in a low cut form fitting red sequined gown with dark stockings and matching gloves. 'At least I was going to do a sophisticated strip, not some thing trashy. I wonder what I had on, if anything, under it.' But he still could not master himself and he sat there primping. Angel had changed again into a exact copy of old cigar chewing Bill. She called for Dave from the dressing room door. When Dave came running up and saw the sexy babe he at first found it hard to listen to Bill's new orders. Becoming warm at his check out the babe stare Bill wondered if that was Angel's doing to. Bill's old body smiled at Dave's ogle and he handed the video tape with the new Polaroid's and told him some thing in a whisper. "By the way our lady's stage name is Stephanie. Stephanie Spread." Angel said loud enough for bill to hear. 'O no, just great.', Bill thought as he picked at his lipstick. Bills older, chubby self shut the door and said through the unlit cigar, "The video is an introduction to the up and cumming Stephanie Spread. Want to watch." Before Bill the mirror became a screen of what was going on in the club. The place was wall to wall men. He saw Dave walking up to the frat boys and he gave them some of the Polaroid's. 'Shit. I am going to be on some wall in these college boys room.' The larger, football type looked at one, letting go with a war hoop and said, "I thought I smelled pussy. Umm baby.", then licked the picture. This broke up the whole table. Pictures of porno movies, centerfold shoots, video interviews played before Bill. With each picture yells from the men grew louder until they was chanting Stephanie. 'I'll stay far away from that table.' Soon the pictures vanished and the intro music began. It was a modern version of the tune "Bad Girls". He new the regular girls would be shaking their butts around while the announcer introduced them all. "Come on Stephanie. Time to set the world on fire." He stood up an took his first steps to the door. Although Bill had never been in six inch heels before, he stepped alluringly to the open door. They both was soon waiting together just off the stage watching the other dancers finish and leave. The topless Mandee came running up carrying a serving tray and sparklingly greeted Bill. 'Please don't let her recognize me." Hi Stephanie. Your so beautiful. Some day I am going to be a dancer to and I hope I will be as talented as you." Mandee gave Bill a quick kiss on the cheek as that warm feeling came again. "Yes...eh thanks honey. I'm sure you will." 'Damn, the blond who gives me my blow jobs wants to grow up to be like me.' The generic announcer spoke. "Welcome ladies and gentleman to Bad Girls, this city's premier show club. Are you guys having fun tonight?" A drunken clamor came blasting at the stage. Bill thought. 'They will eat me alive.' He closed his painted eyes to gather up into his lungs all the will he could muster. 'I am going to fight and get even with Angel if it is the last thing I do. She can make me do all those things that dancing whores do but I know what I am. Even if she can make me look like one of them I am a man and I am smarter than all these bitches. I'll get away and worry about changing back later.' Bill felt like his old self again. "I am sure we all know why we are here. Bad Girls, who are always striving to bring to you the most gorgeous and "talented" ladies would like to bring to the Bad Girls stage the most sophisticated and desirable woman ever to grace our club. She has received several awards over the past four years of her career. She was 1994 Nude Newcumer, Miss. July 1994 Pussy Magazine, 1995 Mother Jugs Los Angeles, Miss February 1995 Playmate of the Month, Miss Las Vegas 1997. She has starred in many Videos including, "Driving It In Miss. Daysie", "New York Dolls", "Red Light 3" and many others. Now she is appearing before you tonight for the first time as she starts her new world tour. Lets hear it for the hot and foxy Stephanie Spred." Bill turned to see he was now alone. The audience gave up a loud applause as he with resignation walked to were the curtains split at center stage. 'Wait a minute.', Bill thought, 'Angel's not controlling my body.' He could feel he was walking like any other girl but it was his doing not hers. He knew he had his chance to get through this. 'Yes this is going to be a fast and conservative show. I've seen all the dancers routines for years and I know I can do a safe and quick production. I'm finally going to fuck up her plans.' He felt relieved that he had finally got the upper hand as he laid his gloved hand to his fore head. Then when the music started he was even more at ease. It was not some of those slutty tunes but the old stripper piece made famous years ago. 'Can do this. I will stay on stage and stay away from that shit faced mob.' He was almost giggling when the curtains parted. Thats when the warm feeling hit him like a sledge hammer. The few times when a man or woman checked out his shapely body he got a little warm but this was much more extreme. There he stood and a hundred horny stares came flying at him at once. It seemed every dude in the place had taken a deep breath as the curtain parted and showed the most beautiful babe they had ever imagined in their small lives. Bill was frozen with a startled look in the spot light. Moving pictures of limp penises slowly becoming blood filled, red and hard with desire began springing up in his head were they had never dwelt before. Bill saw all the erect dicks and knew they all wanted him and his new body wanted them all. He felt his new twat agreeably open itself with wet natural expectation of 100 cocks filling it one at a time. Thats why he stood there wide eyed and freaked like a doe in a truck's headlights. 'I am thinking just like some queer. Get yourself together Bill and get started.' He thought he was yelling at himself like he used to the other sluts. 'But I am not really a slut', he argued with himself. Bill gave the crowd a half hearted grin as he started slowly walking down the cat walk and a piercing whistle came from one of the men sitting at the walk's edge. When that happened he notice his walk became more sexy, swinging to the strip beat. He tried to tone things down, not to get to much into the feelings that were rushing through him but with each whistle, each comment, new foreign thoughts appeared and threaten to push him over an edge he did not want to cross. After he reached the end of the walk he felt weak, so quickly he spun and started back up shaking his ass but too afraid to do what he knew he wanted to do. He felt crazy because he really wanted to take off his clothes and he had to get off of the stage now. He did not know what he was afraid of but he would rather the beating Angel might order from his doormen. At least he knew what that would be like. A few of the men were becoming impatient, yelling compliments and complaints at him. "Hay babe. Nice tits. Boom a boom ." "Honey, take some thing off." "How much to see your ass sweet thing?" His brain took another hit again. The words 'how much' brought in him visions of him giving a blow job, spreading his legs and getting fucked up the ass. 'What's happening to me." Bill turned slowly to the man who was now standing at the walks edge with an handful of ones. He was a big construction worker and held out a one dollar bill while some one yelled, "Hay that got the whores attention." . They all laughed at Bill's response. 'I can't take my eyes off of him.' With a shaking hand he took the bill and he felt an electric shock go threw him. His head cocked to one side giving the dude a hot come hither look. Each dollar the excited guy gave Bill he wiggled his butt in the tight dress, bending down until Bill was kneeling at the edge looking the man in the face. Bills red mouth parted as he inwardly screamed, 'I am going to kiss him! I can't stop myself!'. When the construction worker gave him the hot frenched kiss Bills will exploded. 'Angel is not doing this. I am!' It was like the music was scripted to do this. The familiar stripper song now change to this fast beat screw me tune as all the lights in the place flashed. Bill jumped up and looked wild with his luxurious brunette hair dangling out behind him as he ran for the stages lighted pole, pulling off his Velcro latched gown, showing that he was an a glittery bikini top barely holding his massive breasts with matching French cut bottoms exposing his bouncing fine cheeks, black stocking and black gloves. At the pole he spun around doing complicated gymnastics flipping himself upside down. Bill knew he could not get tired and he could do any thing. He would have cried, if he could, but he only wanted to please his men and get more money. The men went frantic and just thought the whole stunt had been just a creative part of the show. By slowly releasing the grip on the pole he gently let himself lay on his arched back where he did a few leg spreads and then rolled over onto his stomach. Then he came up on his heels starting to really shake his rump to the hot beat, sticking it off the stage, and letting whom ever put money into his panty and stockings no matter how long they fingered him. Each touch, each feel sent him into immediate ecstasy. Most of these guys knew dancers acted like they were turned on just to get more money but some how they knew this girl was not acting and that made them want to jump his bones more. And Bill knew how they felt and that made him do the things he would have never been prepared to do with whom ever. One of the frat boys was trying to get a bill into Stephanie's stuffed panty when Bill spun around and wrapped his luscious legs around the college kids neck to pull his face down to Stephanie's crotch. The happy guy tried to stand up but instead of releasing him he raised Bill up with him who then pulled himself up to plant a fiery kiss on the kids mouth. The frat table went crazy and they were about to get in line but Bill released his legs and slunk back on to the stage. When he got back on his feet they began wanting to see Stephanie's tits and Bill did not disappoint them. Stephanie's ample boobs sent them into another round of screaming as he pulled the bra off. The guys in the back, the bikers now added their input as Bill would slightly squat to do a coochie shake to the song 'C'Mon And Ride the Train', thrusting his crotch quickly back and forth, hands in his hair and his tits would bounce and jingle. 'God I could never even talk to those bikers but I can't believe what I'm going to do.' Bouncing off of the stage he danced over to the biggest biker who was standing with his pool cue. Bill raised his hands to shoulder height as to give room to gyrate in a circle around him. His dark nipples was erect and hard. He move back in front of him, put his ass to the biker's waist, bend over, and wiggled out of the scant panty. While bending over Bill sent Stephanie's fingers into his ass hole and played with his dripping cunt. The biker took the pool cue's bigger end and sent it sliding over the hot box. 'O my God, I am starting to cum.', Bill thought in Stephanie's voice. Bill laid back on the pool table. None of the players now cared about the game as they watch Bill slide the cue stick back and forth over his erect clit and his face turn red with desire. "I think this piece of ass wants to do us all." One biker said as he moved to where Bill was laying stretch out on his back. The dude unzipped his jeans and pulled out his big hot dick. Stephanie's head turned and saw his erection. While he reached out and ran his long red nails on the bikers hard manhood and stroked it, Bill's maleness screamed 'NO' and he immediately stopped. The guy zipped up his pants and thought 'Cock tease, we will see about that later baby.' Some one else put a full beer bottle into her mouth and as he drank it down he was taking the neck down his throat. Bill had never had liked beer before but it tasted like life and love. Then the big biker got his cue back he sniffed the cunt juice and licked it. Promptly the music changed and got much slower and sleazy. The guys also got quiet and wondered how Stephanie would next wow them. The lights came down with a spot light on a white fur rug stretched out on the stage. Bill slinked to the place and enticingly removed the gloves and the hose becoming completely bare. Then Bill began to seductively rubbing this glossy oil on the soft sexy arms and legs that brought out every soft curve as he caressed the body everyone of them wanted to touch. When he got to his bust Stephanie's eyes looked about the room and saw Mandee standing at the bar. Bill ran to her and led her back to the rug. Smoothing the oil onto Mandee's chest she got the idea of what they were to do and began to deeply massage Stephanie's rack. Soon both was turning each other on, kissing and tonguing each others mouth making sure the men could view every action of these two young rug munchers. Then Bill pushed back Mandee and sat his pussy on her face. As Mandee ate Bill out, Bill played with Stephanie's jugs, pushing them up to lick them, pulling his teats with closed eyes and a mouth in open excitement. The audience came up holding money which Bill took in his mouth without ever letting loose of his tits. They even brought up drinks and poured them into Bill's opened mouth who was getting quite stoned for the first time in his life. When he came to the jittering orgasm he squealed and Bill collapsed backward as the lights came down. During the standing applause a happy Mandee thank Bill a thousand times for her big chance. She said she knew Mr. Langer would not over look her as a dancer. But Bill did not want to talk or be seen by any one right now. Mortified from what he had just done he wiggled back to the dressing room and he ended up standing before its mirror. His perfect make up job was magically still there but he did not care how, for he was numb. After a few minutes he ran to the closet because he was still stark naked and rashly digging through it the only thing he could find he could be seen in public with out being arrested was a short blue mini skirt with a matching tight short sleeve midriff blouse. There was no bra's so he decided to go with out one. The blouse was so tight everyone could see he had a large chest and big nips. He found a small black lace panty and some white knee high boots. They appeared not to be street fashion but he did not care. He just wanted to get out. Grabbing up a small white shoulder purse he looked in the mirror. "What am I now? I just stripped for a hundred men and loved it more than the dancers do on the stage now. I even acted like a fucken dike. Why did I want all those jurks to screw me?" As there was no one in the hall way, Bill worked towards the back and found the exit. The alley was dark but deserted so he fled into the night. The boots were a lot noisier on the concrete and gravel than Bill had wished them to be while he strolled to the edge of the club and the brightly lit parking lot. The lot was full but every one seem to be inside so he attempted to get to the street. "Hi Stephanie, what are you doing out here babe." Bill had never jumped like that before. He defensively turned to the voice and found it was one of the frat boys, the kid he had wrapped his legs around. The ever present Budwiser was in his grip while he leaned against a white van. The kids eyes concentrated on Bill's chest while he took another swallow of brew and offered some to his dream girl. As that new part inside Bill commenced the game again he softly took the bottle gently brushing his nails across the kid's palm and took one long drink. It was exciting for that part of Bill to play with this kid. He imagined the kid might have never been with a woman before and right now this was better than a wet dream. "I needed to get away from all the noise of that place." "Ah...yes the guys was getting to loud so I came out to." An idea crossed Bill's mind that frightened him and Stephanie shivered with excitement. 'O no I am going to play with this kid and I can't stop. I know just what would be this kids heaven and Stephanie.... I mean I'm acting like a bitch in heat. Fucking shit.' The kid saw Stephanie had goose bumps. "Would you like to go back inside. You seem cold." "There must be a slight breeze chilling me. Maybe we can sit in the van for awhile." 'I cant believe I just said that. He must be creaming in his jeans.' Bill was right. The kid could not believe his ears. "Ah yes babe. I drove the guys tonight. I've got the keys right here." He fumbled to get his keys out of his tight pants and unlocked the van. They both slipped into the two front bucket seats where Bill discovered a pack of cigarettes and pulled two out. "Like to smoke?" The kid quickly had out his lighter and lit the two fags between Stephanie's lips then Bill handed the kid his smoke. "Thanks." 'I am enjoying this to much.' "So what is your name?" Stephanie's voice said while the kid scrutinize Bill crossing his legs in the very short skirt and playing with a strand of his hair. "Chris." "So Chris did you enjoy my show?" Bill took a long draw on the cigarette. "O yes. You were very good." "I'll be a lot better in the back seat." Snuffing out the smoke Bill took Chris's hand and tantalizingly pulled the astounded kid between the seats to the back seat. He had given up on stopping his passions that were so aflame by now he could not think of not having Chris. Although Chris might be a virgin he was still a male and Bill knew what the kid wanted of him. 'He doesn't want me. He wants Stephanie.' But he felt the line between his real self and this broads body formed from men's desires starting to blur. Chris put one arm around Bill's neck and grabbed a handful of his soft black hair and the other hand slid up under the short skirt sliding it up and down his smooth, full hips. Thrilled from Chris's touch, Bill met his tongue in fiery agitation. The kid's probing hand had pulled up Bill's blouse, taking one of Stephanie's full tits, palming it over and over as he could feel the nipple tingle and grow hard. Bill could feel his pussy wish for Chris's growing cock and when he let go of his breast and touched the out side of Bill's hungry box he knew he had to do some thing soon. 'I'm not letting a man fuck me. I'll have to do some thing I dont want to because this horny body wants his dick. I am going to hate this.' It took a little coaxing to get Chris to back off a little. Bill pushed him back until Chris was sitting, frustrated at this ready babe changing her act but when Bill unzipped his jeans he smiled with anticipation. Soon Bill was faced with the kids 10 inch hard cock pulsating for his lip's caress. It disgusted him how that part of the kid was turning Bill on, this ugly thing that as a man he had been only familiar with his own. 'Come on and get this over with.' Bill sent Stephanie's tongue circling around Chris's salty head and eagerly taking him farther down his throat. He wanted to gag but Bill found he went at it like a pro, taking his long red nails and cupping the kids nuts, allowing his saliva to lubricate more and more as he picked up speed and sucked harder. "O go at it baby. You like it don't you. Eat it all you bitch ...You want it whore...." "Umm." Bill sounded as he became more arouse for Stephanie's body was acting like all men believe women do. All his life Bill had a thousand times said those same words as he got sucked off. Now he was eagerly sucking a boy being called names and he appreciated it as much as each dude really wants his lady to love to jump him. 'O no not that.' Chris had now grabbed both sides of Stephanie's head and was shoving his cock deeper as he moaned at his coming wad. Bill wished his groans were acting but his body delighted in each moan and zealously met Chris's vigor. Suddenly the dick started pulsating, spurting into his mouth, swallowing some and the rest ran down his chin. It nauseated Bill to see how he enthusiastically licked every bit of sperm. "O baby that was so good. Come here and give me some more sugar." Chris's strong arms picked Bill up from were he was kneeled on the van's floor onto his lap. He had yanked up his blouse and started sucking on one of his nips and his hand went to finger Bill which made him shriek like a sissy as he could feel Chris get hard again. "O my God he's getting a new boner. He's go'na screw me for sure.' "Hay Chris where are you." The first session must have came to an end and the frats had wondered what had happen to their friend. They were standing in the middle of the parking lot calling for him. "Be right back honey. Don't go away." Chris said as he put Bill on the seat and he hopped out of the back. Bill started readjusting his clothes looking like some drive in date. Promptly Chris was surrounded by his friends who listen to his fantastic gym shower story. Several of them kept looking back at the van and then back at his ever embellishing legend. "I am in for trouble now. Stupid girl." Bill cried as he saw them coming toward the van. He knew they all wanted a piece of him and he knew he had to get away. Making it out the door as the first guy came around the van he made a run for the club. "Hay baby wait. I've got five bucks.", he called. Bill recognized from what he was imagining if he did not get away he would gladly pulled a train all night for a quarter. He ran back towards the alley to get inside and he could hear the mob was following closely behind him. Two hands reached out from nowhere and took up Bill by the small of his waist. "I've had it." Turning around Bill was looking into Angel's face. "I see you have been busy. More dates than you could handle?" The mob had halted when they saw another shadow next to the one who had ran away and walked disappointed back towards the van except for Chris who was more pumped up than the rest. He continue to walk up to the two of them asking. "Stephanie, come on back to the van and we all can have some fun. They don't really believe me they think I just picked up some street ho. You can bring your pretty friend. Come on you know you want to fuck....wanna fuck" The sound of jeans ripping caused Chris to end his requests. He looked down and saw his long legged jeans quickly becoming daisy dukes cut just short enough to almost show folds of her pussy. Then he saw his ass expand to fill out nicely and his tennis shoes became a pair of open toe heels. Then his tee shirt shrank up until it formed into a halter top that held a pair of nice apple tits whose nipples bobbed under the light cloth. His short hair cut grew out to become a blonde page boy, he shrank down to about 5ft 4, red painted lips and a white purse. Chrissy held his hands to his face in shock. " Wanna fuck. Wanna fuck. Wanna fuck." The high voiced teenager was saying over and over as she wiggled back to the van. There was a couple of whistles and cheers. The van came flying around the corner and past Bill and Angel. They both could see Chrissy was still repeating her same question as she was being passed over to the guys in back. "She will be the most popular brother tonight." Angel said dryly. They walked together back to the club dressing room and Bill decided to bring this anguish to an end. "What do you want from me." Bill was about to cry because his nerves was at an end. "Justice and a lesson. Which sadly, it seems, you are a slow learner." "Learn what. You come into my world and turn me into a cock sucking slut and make me do all these .....things." "I made you do nothing. All I did was to move some molecules around and dropped you into new surroundings." "I just shook my tits in front of a room full of horny men. I just spent time like some dumb bimbo in a back seat and enjoyed giving head. I would have done a whole van of college drop outs. Those kinds of thoughts I have never or would never think about. You planted it there" "No honey those feelings you have has always existed in side you. But you being a man who uses women you took what you thought was feminine in side you and locked it up in a room deep inside your head. But you was not satisfied with keeping it hidden. You projected those images on all the women around you. Of course there are strong women out there so you could not use them, so you set this world up to get the ones you can exploit and ill-use making them do what you would have done if you had been female. It just never dawned on you that what you hated was yourself. I just gave you the ability to act the way you are. I did not make you a whore. I just open the door of your secret room just a bit and the ugly truth came out." "No your wrong these cock sucking whores don't live in me and if there is a room you can close it, lock it and throw away the key." "I can close it if you like. But after I do only you can open it." "Fat chance bitch. Lock it up and don't do me no favors." "Its closed." All the pictures of penises, all the fantasies of big cocks inside Bill and the thoughts of pleasing his men and the hunger for fuck money dissipated. Just the negativity, the out right aggression against women that Bill was so familiar with reclaimed its throne and he took a deep breath at the restoration of his old inner self. One distortion replaced its evil counter part. "Now thats over with give me back my body." Bill ordered. "Bill, Bill you really are stupid aren't you. You jumped on the second part of my purpose but disregarded my primary reason for existing. Thats always been the foolishness of the petty tyrant. I am here for justice. That disability keeps you from understanding others and to own some of your guilt which maybe my lesson may have sparked inside you but you have already made that choice. Not only am I a teacher. I am judge, jury, and executioner." Her words began to take on the rumble of thunder as she was growing taller . "What are you?" "Thousands of years ago I was known by many names. A few remember me under the names of Kali the Beautiful and Blood Thirsty, Ixchel to the Mayans, Hecate of the Full Moon, but they are mere shadows of my greatness. I ruled in the times of balance and fortune for all." Bill started to cringe as Angels height grew to touch the ceiling. Her power was like the summer's storm; dark and all encompassing. The only thing Bill could bear to bring himself to look at was the two eyes that gazed at him from the storms center. "Then came the New Ones with their male barbarians who new not the center of life. In war and in their rape of my children did they come, burning the temples and the sacred places of my fellow Brothers and Sisters. We could not stand to live in a world that knew us not. The first to fall to ashes was my sister Isis. Then fell Rama and quickly all the rest until I was the last of my kind who had walked this earth since it was a molten sphere. Being the last I climbed upon the dusts of my own and performed the dance of justice with the holy moon in my right hand and the scales of judgment in my left until I was consumed in my own fire to become mingled in the remnants of our destruction. There I slept until the tears of my forgotten children called me up from my dark grave. The cries from the poor, the abused, the forgotten resurrected me and set my path. The men, the women, the children, the innocents who the depraved ones like you bring down your own sickness on which you fear. I am the Avenging Angel, the Spirit of Destruction, the one of your own making little man." In terror Bill bolted for the door as a roach would run when the lights came on. Upon reaching the door knob, invisible hands from Hell grabbed him and dragged him to the center of the room, laughingly ripping of his clothes as he screamed, and held him before the mirror. "Since you reject the contents of your secret center you shall be forced to become that woman of your rage. Mandee deserves this body of Stephanie. So be it." Still in horror Bill saw his hair change from the wavy brunette to a white trashy Marylin Monroe bleach blonde. Then the face became more unintelligent from to little expectations, to little education, to much drugs and alcohol. His hips spread even more showing the many pregnancies, the disregarded babies from the countless men, the used body that she been offering since loosing her virginity before love was found. The full natural breasts quickly filled with silicone to became so unnaturally large that cup size became meaningless. Bill was then dressed in a pair of heels and a tawdry sparkly red hot pants like Mandee wears. He held a tray of drinks out before his swelled chest with a mindless smile plastered on his face. "Behold your perfect woman little man. Behold the birth of Billie." His mind shattered from viewing the mirrors image that sat before his eyes. This was the ideal woman of his dreams and the hatred arose in his heart at himself as the pieces of his maleness fell about his head. "Are you low enough Billie? No. Then get to work. We have some guys who want their drinks now." The dressing room faded and in the blankness Bill heard a door slam. An other room rematerialized. It was the private room for those special parties Bill provided for and it was filled with men from the bar who had paid for their fun. None of the heat which had filled him before was there from the men stares. He just saw the look of the predator. In panic he dropped the tray of drinks and turned to run back out. The men rushed and grabbed him dragging his squirming body to a large dirty mattress Bill had provided for their fun. Laughing and cursing they ripped of his hot pants, slapping him until he lay still. Then one entered his mouth while another ripped his big cock into his loose, used ass. No one heard him cry as the others sat around waiting for their turn. Then came the same biker who Bill had turned on while laying on the pool table. He lifted up Bill's beaten face which tried to talk. "Hay, wait the twat's trying to say some thing." "You don't understand. I am a man and this is not me." "Your a man, shit , I don't think so." He roughly flipped him over onto his back and spread his legs. The mirror on the ceiling showed Bill what he was. A stupid whore. "Do you want me to fuck you or beat in your face." Bill did not answer fast enough so he slapped him once and asked again. By the third slap the secret room locked door blew apart and Billie pleaded in her most submissive voice. "Yes.....Yes. Please....Please fuck me now! I want you to cum inside me. Please fuck me." As the biker shoved his dick hard into BIllies hot cunt, she cried out in the joy of being used. What was, like small green ants, the essence of Billie thoroughly crawled about Bill's agonized brain, feeding upon all that was left of him until he vanished for ever. It was a regular night at Bad Girls and Dave had escaped the Saturday night crowd by sneaking into his office. Sitting with his feet up on the desk he thought of the strange turn of events of the past six months. First the sudden sale of the place to the Angel Agency by Bill. He had thought Bill would keep this money maker for ever, but maybe that woman agent offered him some money he could not pass up. He recalled that night Miss. Spred appeared and Bill signed the place over to them and ran away with that kid Mandee. Then being instantly promoted to manager was the greatest stroke of luck. Dave already had some ideas and he was going to make the place better than ever. The starlet Miss Spred must had made the Angel Agency a lot of money. 'We will never see her in this dump again. Well the drunks will have to be satisfied with our old and new street ho's.' reasoned Dave. There then came a gentile rapping on the office door. "Yeah. Its unlocked." "Its meee." The abnormally titted blonde came through the door. The blonde bimbo was before him with her bottle of beer in leather pull away pants and a tube top that must had enough material in it for three tops. The sluts name was Billie. She was the last girl Bill had hired before he left and she was Dave's new toy. "You wanted to see me boss. I go on soon honey." Dave hated the brainless look she always had but she was always ready for a quickie and some of the local perverts loved her water melons. He pushed back from the desk and unzipped his pants. "Come here." She automatically walked around the desk and getting on her knees she eagerly gave Dave a blow job. After she swallowed she looked up at Dave and said, "You need to meet Angel."