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All She Wants to Do is Dance
by Andrew J. Mellon
"Hey having a good time!?" Bill yelled out over the thumping, head
pounding music.
Alex Cook took a swig of beer and then gave his friend a look of
disgust, "I can't believe this piss cost five bucks."
"Come on man, enjoy yourself, muscle up to the bar with some one
dollar bills and get in on the action. That's what everybody else is
doing."
Alex took a look at the rest of the group, crowded around the bar,
yelling and waving money at a naked woman gyrating up against a pole
to Franky Goes To Hollywood's "Relax." One guy had his face up
against another dancer's breasts and stuck a bill down her thong for
the opportunity.
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"Come on man, its your bachelor's party. At least get a lap dance."
Alex gazed out at the ladies of all descriptions, all in different
states of near complete undress, going inbetween the tables,
performing erotic dances for the club's patrons. The customers hooted
and hollered, their cheers rising and falling like crashing waves, at
times almost drowning the music. After surveying the antics, Alex
shot a disapproving glare back to his friend.
"Look I came for your benefit not mine. This is so demeaning! Look at
those guys." Alex pointed to a group cheering on a dancer engaged in
mock sexual gymnastics. "They're acting like animals. How can those
girls stand it."
"Everybody's got a make a living."
"Being treated like a piece of meat isn't a job, its oppression. I
want know part of it. I'll stick with my date for the evening right
here even is she's not treating me right." Alex pointed to the beer
bottle he held.
"Suit yourself. Anyway, after you get hitched, its lap dances and
steady pumps, twenty-four hours on demand."
"You don't know much about women do you, Bill."
"And you do? Oh yeah I forgot, you're a regular 'sensitive new age
guy.'"
"I prefer to think of myself as a gentleman."
A lithe asian female intruded on their conversation. "My name is
Minh. Want a dance?"
"No thank you, miss," replied Alex.
Bill was more accommodating, "Sure beautiful," he said in a mock suave
voice as he took her by the hand. "Let me see what you can do. Lets
leave this stiff to himself."
Bill and his new twittering friend departed to another part of the
"gentleman's club." Alex turned to his beer and reflection. It
wasn't long before he felt a tap on his shoulder
"My name's Tina, want a dance?" He looked up to see a scantily clad
female.
"No, thanks miss," Alex responded politely.
A few minutes later, another girl stopped by his table. "My name's
Jody, want a dance?"
"No, thanks." Alex answered, only a bit more gruffly this time.
"Don't they ever let up," he thought to himself?
"My name's Tiffany want a dance?
"No!" Alex nearly yelled his refusal. "Oh I'm sorry, I just want to be
alone."
"Jeez!" Alex cursed to himself, "what a meat market, and all these
girls really want is money. They don't care about anything else. God,
how did they get this low. Was it broken homes, drugs...man some of
them are kind of hot though."
The fact that he might be turned on by the dancers embarrassed Alex.
He tried reflecting on his fiance Mary and thought about how lucky he
was to have her to suppress any carnal desires.
"My name is Alura, want a dance?"
Alex looked up from his beer to find an olive skinned beauty grinning
at him.
"You have to be kidding me, that's your name?"
"Of course, tiger, want a dance?"
"No, but...can we just talk? How did you get a name like Alura? Is
that a stage name?"
"Its the name I've always had. What's wrong tiger? You seem sad."
"Oh I don't know, its this place. I really don't want to be here.
Look at those guys over there, my supposed friends. The used my
bachelor party as an excuse to paw big breasted women. I'm just not
into that kind of stuff. This is the last place a want to be right
now."
"You're getting married tiger?"
"Yeah, in a couple days."
"Well, how about I give you a dance of a different kind? It'll be my
wedding present."
Alura took Alex's hand and slipped it underneath the slinky sequin
tank top she wore. Alex made no attempt to resist as she directed it
toward her ample bosom. His heart jumped when he touched it. He
started breathing heavily.
"Uhm, I don't have any money."
"Won't cost you a thing, tiger, it's on the house. Come with me."
Alura yanked Alex up from his chair and led him through the crowded
bar. The young man looked around nervously to see if any of his
friends noticed he was leaving. Fortunately, they were all pretty well
preoccupied. If all went well, no one else might never know what he
was about to do. Salacious thoughts paraded through his mind, an
erotic procession that made saliva flow through his mouth.
As Alura led him down a hallway to an office, Alex's heart beat faster
and he started to sweat. The pit of his stomach burned akin with the
one powering his manhood into a bulging erection.
Alura sat him down on a couch and asked him how he wanted to do it as
she unbuttoned his shirt. Alex couldn't believe he was going to be
this lucky, casual sex with an out-of-this-world stripper. Things
like this only happened in the movies. If Mary found out, the wedding
was off. But he wasn't married yet and sex with her was pretty
ordinary. Why not play the field when given the chance? And what a
field! Alex decided to take full advantage of the opportunity.
"What can I ask for."
"Anything."
"Then, baby, let me use you and abuse you" and he took her hungrily
for his pleasure.
Since Alura proved quite accommodating, he ordered her to perform
various lewd and degrading acts before he mounted her like a beast.
It was a method of entry that tantalized him since Mary would only
engage in the more conventional positions during their lovemaking. He
grasped Alura roughly as he thrust deeply, her pained gasps only
increasing his desire. He greedily cared for nothing except his own
enjoyment. When done, Alex slumped into exhausted oblivion.
When the office light suddenly went on, the naked Alex Cook awoke from
his slumber on the couch upon which he had enjoyed Alura. She was
gone now, but across from him sat another women who was regarding him
with bemused attention. As he focused on the figure, he noticed she
was short and thin, dressed in a red silken gown and robe. The woman
lit a cigarette, took a drag and puffed a cloud of smoke, all with
more grace in her moves than Alex had ever seen in anyone before. The
face beneath a stylish short crop of blond hair was seeing its
forties, but contained a beauty that age could never truly ebb.
When she realized she had Alex's full attention, she finally spoke.
"Thank you, Mr. Cook, I appreciate it greatly when someone so
monumentally confirms my prejudices."
"Uh, who are you?"
She ejected another puff of smoke from her cigarette.
"And my favorite prejudice," she continued ignoring his query, "is
that no man, no matter how pure, no matter how gallant, no matter how
"sensitive," can overcome slavery to his hormones."
"Uh-oh," Alex thought, "this lady sounds pretty weird." He began to
look around nervously for his clothes.
"All males are subject to their carnal lusts," she continued as if
giving a lecture. "I have tested many over the decades and not one has
ever bettered his passion. Behind their veneer of culture and manners
they are all basically sex starved apes."
Alex found his pants and jerked them on.
"You, for example, Mr. Cook, earlier this evening you claimed to be
better than your friends. Why I would say by your conduct this
evening you have proven yourself far worse. At least they admit they
are controlled by their desires. You lie to yourself and others by
thinking you are any different from them."
Alex collected his shoes and socks and began searching for his shirt.
"You took full advantage of Alura to act out your fantasies. She was
nothing more than a piece of meat to you."
The comment stung Alex. "Look she wanted to make love."
"I wouldn't call what you did making love." the woman sneered, "the
way you used Alura to satisfy yourself, it was akin to masturbation."
"Did Bill put you up to this? This all seems like his sick humor,
very funny. Now where's my shirt."
"You put me up to this Mr. Cox. By thinking your were better than
everyone else, by passing judgments on this place and those in it.
You convinced me to test your commitment to your values and you failed
that test miserably."
"Damn it where's my shirt!?"
"By your activity tonight, I hardly think you are worthy of taking
your Mary for a wife."
Alex glared at the woman. "How do you know my fiances name? Look,
she's not going to find out about this. I'm certainly not going to
tell her and she has no reason to know about it. Besides its not like
we're married yet. I'm still a free man."
"I suppose that even though your wedding is in two days, you still
have license to do whatever you want? Really Mr. Cox. If you act
this way now, I can just imagine how you'll behave after you get
married."
"Look I don't know who put you up to this, just shut up! Shut up and
give me my damn shirt!"
"I'll wager when you get bored or when your wife begins to look old
you'll start looking for your fun somewhere else."
"I'm not that type of person."
"Just like you weren't the type of person to take advantage of a
stripper? The idea appeals to you doesn't it."
For a split second, Alex pondered what the woman had said and almost
answered it, "what if it did?" After all if he had needs why
shouldn't he shop around...
"I knew it! What a sleazy brute you are!" the woman crowed
triumphantly as if she could read his thoughts. She threw her head
back and chirped with laughter.
Alex's face turned red with anger, partly from being made fun of and
partly from embarrassment that this woman might be right about him.
Enraged, he started flailing about searching for his missing shirt,
overturning things and bitterly cursing. His outburst finally ended
when he realized that the woman was holding it up by the collar,
shaking it like a lure. A mocking expression covered her face. Alex
whipped the shirt away from her and put it on.
"How do you know so much. Who the hell are you anyway?" he grumbled
at her.
"I am the Madame of this place. All who work here are my subjects."
She took a long drag from her cigarette. "Perhaps my establishment is
not the most distinguished in the world, but it does give me the
chance to play with people like you."
"Well playtime's over." Alex picked up his shoes and stormed toward
the door. The Madame quickly stood up and sleekly moved to intercept
him at the doorway.
"Oh, Mr. Cook, I'm afraid our playtime has only just begun," she said
ominously.
"Out of my way!"
"What are you going to do Mr. Cook. Hit me? That wouldn't be very
gentlemanly now would it?" The Madame sucked her cigarette.
Furious, Alex forcefully raised his arm in the air, ready to slap the
woman with the back of his hand if she wouldn't get out of his way.
The Madame showed no concern or fear. Before the blow could be
struck, she exhaled a cloud of smoke directly into Alex's face.
"But you aren't much of a gentleman are you?' she said afterwards.
Alex responded by limply dropping his arm while the other hand
released the shoes he had been holding, letting them drop to floor
with a thud. Almost in slow motion he staggered backward a few steps
as if opposed by an invisible force. Alex tried to move back toward
the door, but he found his desire to leave replaced by an odd
attraction to the remaining vapors' odor. It was sweet, not at all
like regular tobacco smoke, and strangely intoxicating, leaving him
with a pleasantly exhilarating high. Alex found he wanted to smell
more and began inhaling heavily to suck the aroma into his nostrils.
It was as if he was addicted to it. He sighed with pleasure as its
effects began to play in his lungs and ripple across his brain. All
he could think of was how he much he enjoyed the smoke from the
Madame's cigarette.
But slowly, Alex found it harder and harder to complete thoughts at
all. For a moment, this effect concerned him and he attempted to
muster some willpower for fighting the assault on his wits. The
battle was to no avail, his inner strength was routed and within
moments his mind became dull, his body like clay. While he could still
see, he had lost the ability to comprehend his surroundings. This
state did not cause him to crumple to the ground, instead he stood
motionless, hardly breathing, like a human statue.
The Madame cupped her chin with her hand and reflectively gazed at
Alex as a sculptor would a block of wood or stone to be hewn into a
work of art.
"Really, Mr. Cook, I dislike a hypocrite and a brute even more. It
would be a crime for me to let you inflict yourself on the world and
especially that poor woman you have fooled into loving you. No, I
must render you quite harmless."
She swept past him to a desk where she took a seat, and began
shuffling through a few papers. From a drawer she took out a pair of
narrow horned rimmed glasses and set them lowly on her nose. She put
out the butt of her cigarette out in an ashtray, took out another, lit
it and sucked on it several times and playfully blew smoke rings into
the air. Finally, she addressed the numb human form still standing
motionless not far away.
"Disrobe and stand before me," she commanded.
Mechanically, Alex began to obey, turning to face the Madame. As he
did, his hair shifted in color to a shade of light blond. It then
became thicker and grew longer. Meanwhile his facial features began
to remold themselves, becoming softer and rounder devoid of razor
stubble, his lips becoming fuller and more pronounced. His neck's
adam's apple disappeared into his neck while he slowly undid his
shirt. When his chest emerged into the open, the flesh around his
nipples inflated, jutting outward in large but firm breasts. The rest
of his torso altered itself as well becoming more curvaceous and
smoother. His slight paunch of a stomach became tight and slightly
concave while his waste narrowed to display pleasant set of feminine
hips. Then the pants were undone and as he pulled them down, his
manhood retracted into his body taking the form of its female counter
part. When the pants were finally removed, the legs that they once
concealed lost their masculine musculature and became more shapely and
sleek. Where a young man had once stood, there was now a gorgeous
feminine figure. She resembled more a fantastically endowed comic book
super heroine than any person crafted by nature. The transformation
complete, she advanced to stand erectly before the Madame and gazed
blankly ahead.
"Since you claim to be so sensitive to plight of the women who dance
here, Mr. Cook, I have made you one. While flesh is interesting to
play with, I do so love toying with the mind. Let us begin."
The woman before the Madame emitted a brief groan and slowly shook her
head as if she were waking from deep slumber. Consciousness returned
to Alex, but it was a dazed awareness and full control over her body
had not yet been returned. She tried lifting a hand to rub her eyes
only to find her arms weighed as heavy as lead. Her legs refused her
commands to move forward, she remained rooted to the spot.
"Where am I?" she asked. "What's going..."
"Well, Miss," the Madame interjected dismissing the question, "I have
decided that you may join us here."
"Oh, thank you," Alex answered, "but...wait a minute...what do you
mean join you...and I am not a miss, I'm a man."
"Are you all right my dear? Have a look at yourself. You are
definitely not a man."
Alex looked down at her new body. She was not shocked at all by what
she saw, only confused. She tried to move her arms again and found
she could lift them. This newly found mobility was used to grasp her
breasts to feel if they were real.
"This can't be, I must be dreaming."
"I assure you you are quite awake."
"How did I get this way?"
"My dear, you have always been this way. I don't think modern
medicine is capable of making a man look as feminine as you." The
Madame blew a cloud of smoke in Alex's direction.
Desperately Alex tried to capture memories of life in her male body,
growing up, school, his courtship of Mary.
"You look like a woman. You must be a woman." The Madame said firmly.
Alex tried to argue against these statements in his mind, but found
she could not contradict their logic. Did she not have a woman's
body? She rubbed her large breasts. That felt good. She looked down
at them. She admired them, even took pride in them. Though her being
a woman felt wrong, it seemed so reasonable to admit that she was one.
"Yes, I think you are right." Alex agreed and then giggled. "How silly
of me. I am a woman."
But then she looked quizzically at the Madame. "But I remember being
a man."
"Are you sure that that wasn't a dream?"
Alex thought about it and tried to place herself in the thoughts of
the past she recalled. The body she had now just didn't fit into
them. Its as if she were trying to exist in somebody else's life.
The Madame must be right, these recollections must have been a dream.
"I'm sorry, that makes sense. I must have dreamed of being a man."
"What is your name girl?"
"Alex Cook," the woman replied.
"Isn't that a man's name?"
Alex frowned, "No, Alex Cook can't be my name," she agreed, "It's a
man's name and I am a woman. I...I don't know what my name is."
The girl was totally perplexed. Not only was she not who she thought
she was, but now she couldn't even remember her name. A wave of
inadequacy and inferiority swept over her, how more stupid could she
be, she castigated herself.
"Girl, do you know where you are?" the Madame asked.
"Uhm..." the girl hesitated to answer, the surroundings were familiar,
but she had been so wrong about everything else. Maybe the woman
asking all the questions would tell her.
"You are in a gentleman's club. A place where women dance naked for
the entertainment of men," the Madame informed her.
"Really?"
"Do you know why you are here?"
"I am a dancer?"
"Yes, girl you are!"
The girl was elated. Finally she had answered a question correctly.
And the woman at the desk seemed pleased. This excited the girl. She
felt like an obedient puppy that had just been rewarded for a
successful trick.
"You are here because you want to dance before men," the Madame
instructed the girl, "You love the way they look at your body when you
perform for them. You want to bring out the yearning and lust that
lies within each of them. It is all you have ever wanted to do, it is
all you ever want to do."
The girl salivated at what the Madam told her. She envisioned herself
dancing naked before crowds of men with them reaching out for her,
wanting her. She imagined herself sitting a man down and dancing
about and on him, cultivating his passion for her until he ejaculated
just from the very sight of her performance. It was so exciting to
think about. Everything else seemed irrelevant to her, but dancing.
Without noticing what she was doing, the girl fell to her knees and
began to masturbate at her fantasies.
"Girl, do you know that I own everything in this place? I own the
people who live here, body and soul."
"Then you must own me too," the girl moaned still rubbing her crotch.
"Yes, girl, I do. You came to me and begged to dance here. I have
given all you want and all you desire, the chance to perform before
men. For this, you will serve me, obey me."
"Such a generous person, she has done so much for me" the girl
thought. "She is my mistress, my goddess, I'll do whatever she
commands!"
But then the Madame frowned. "I can also take all I have granted away
from you if I am ever displeased. You would not displease me, would
you?"
The change in tone shocked the girl out of her exercise of self
pleasure. She fell forward on her hands with her head bowed in
posture of abject worship.
"Oh, mistress, I would never do anything to anger you. Command me as
you will, I am your slave."
"That is what I wish. Your devotion is overwhelming, girl. It
deserves a reward."
The girl shuddered with ecstasy at the thought she had pleased her
mistress.
"Since you have forgotten your name, I will give you a new one. From
hence forth you will be called Joy."
"Oh, thank you mistress, thank you!" Joy cried out jubilant gratitude.
"I know you will serve me well Joy. Allura is outside. Go to her.
She will take you to a dressing room. There you will make yourself
presentable so that you can work the floor. If you are pleasing to
the customers, maybe later we'll have you dance at the bar for all to
see. You are dismissed."
Joy gingerly stood up, kept her bowed in the presence of her mistress
and departed. She couldn't wait to dance. She would show the men and
her mistress how good she was. She savored the future with
anticipation.
The Madame leaned back in her chair pleased. She had done this many
times before, but the results were always so satisfying.
Epilogue:
Bill had combed the club for some time looking for the missing
groom-to-be before giving up. He looked at his watch. "Its getting
late and Alex wasn't enjoying himself. The little prude," he said to
himself. "That old lady must have gone home. He could of at least
have said good bye. I bet he's pissed. Maybe we should have just gone
to a regular bar."
There was a tap on Bill's shoulder, he turned around.
"My name's Joy, want a dance."
Bill's jaw dropped when he saw her. She had a body to die for and her
few adornments left nothing to the imagination. All she had on were
gold star pasties covering the nipples of her huge breasts and a red,
white and blue thong that patriotically concealed her more private
area. She held her index finger between her painted lips as she
nervously shifted her left leg in a child-like way. Bill nearly
drooled at the sight of the beauty. Fortunately, he still had some
money left.
"Joy, I'll want a lot of dances!" he finally gasped in reply.
Joy squealed with excitement at the chance to perform. She sat Bill
down in a chair and did the thing she now loved to do more than
anything else in the world.
"Man," Bill thought during the show, "Alex doesn't know what he's
missing."
(the end)
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