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In the Stripper's Image by Elrod W This has to be one of the most bizarre tales you've ever heard. I know that I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened to me. I'm Jack Griffon. Or rather, I was Jack Griffon. Now? Well, that's what the story is about. It all started one night about three months ago.... I grabbed my jacket from the closet. Angrily, I stomped across the kitchen. "I'm going out," I snarled. Betty, my live-in girlfriend, just sat at the table, reading the newspaper and paying no attention to me. As the door slammed behind me, I wasn't sure if I had seen a tear rolling down her cheek. But I didn't care, I was so angry. I slammed the car door shut, and was so frustrated that I had to sit, fingers clenched around the steering wheel, for several moments to collect myself. Damn, but she made me mad. Again. Lately, that had been the whole story. I wondered when she'd be moving out. And how could I stop it. Finally, I started the car, my prized '57 Corvette, and cruised downtown. It wasn't long before I found myself near Tony's Cabaret, the local strip club, and like a moth drawn to the flame, I circled the block a couple of times. One thing was certain, I knew - if I went inside, I'd get plenty horny. Maybe if I got a bit drunk too, I could make up to Betty. Doing some of the kinkier stuff she seemed to love doing. That I hated. And that was one of our big problems. She wanted sex. Lots of sex. Lots of variety. Me? Well, as much as I liked sex, my genes tended to a low sex drive, with little imagination. I pulled into the parking lot and couldn't help noticing the sign. 'This week only. Live Onstage. Traci Topps.' My eyebrows raised. Traci Topps. I knew that name very well, from perusing the on-line picture galleries. Traci Topps. She was a very large- chested stripper. Triple-H cups. Cute. And rather famous. Gorgeous was the word I would use to describe her. With a grin of anticipation, I pulled up to the door and handed the keys to the valet. After a brief wait to pay the cover, I entered the dark club, stepping into the whirl of lights and booming music. The place was packed! Damn! I thought to myself. I wish I'd gotten here earlier! All the good seats near the front were full of guys anticipating Traci. And the dancer on the main stage was gyrating about to the delight of the audience, warming up the crowd for the main event. I was going to be stuck at a bad table with a terrible view! I was beginning to get second thoughts about this whole thing. I really needed to get back, to try to make up with Betty. What on earth was I doing here, watching strippers? I actually started to turn to leave when I bumped into a waitress. I was startled that she was standing right beside me, looking directly at me. As if she was expecting me. "Sorry," I mumbled apologetically as I regained my balance. The waitress just smiled quizzically. "Are you Jack Griffon?" she asked loud enough to be heard over the music. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I was startled. "Um," I managed to mumble, "yeah!" The waitress smiled, especially when she realized that I was staring at her cleavage. While not as endowed as the average stripper, she was, nonetheless, well qualified to wear the revealing waitress outfit. "Good," she said. "Your table is ready." Without any further explanation, she turned and led the way to near the stage. In the back of my mind, I hoped I wasn't staring too much. Not knowing what else to do, I followed her. My head was spinning - how had anyone known I was coming here? And then I saw 'my' table. It was a small table - more like an end table sitting beside a stuffed wing chair. Right next to the stage! At the very end of the stage! I couldn't help but gulp as the waitress picked up a 'Reserved' sign from the chair. Still confused, I eased myself into the chair, watching as the waitress carefully placed a napkin on the table, then placed an open bottle of Guinness and a glass on the table. My favorite beverage! Then she smiled at me. At this point, if I'd have had any sense, I would have run, not walked, to the nearest exit and driven as far away as I could have. This was too weird - they knew who I was, had a reserved table, had my favorite stout, everything! In hindsight, it really didn't bode well for my future. But I guess my judgement was clouded by anger at Betty and lust for Traci. I reached for my wallet to pay for my drink - I knew I'd be running a big a tab for the evening. But the waitress smiled coyly at me. "That's all right, sir. It's been taken care of," she said happily as she sauntered off to serve other customers. I watched her walk away, then I shrugged and poured the stout into my glass. I eased myself into my chair and turned to the stage as I raised the glass to my lips. And I found myself staring into the luscious cleavage of one of the dancers. Almost as if she were performing solely for me, she twirled and danced, swaying seductively, kissing her sexy lips to me. I found myself entranced. Another two dancers, another bottle of Guinness. Then the DJ announced that it was the time they'd all been waiting for. On stage, exclusively at Tony's Cabaret. The DJ ran down a few of her credits, expertly working the crowd to build the excitement. Finally, he announced her. Traci Topps. The crowd went wild with applause as Miss Topps sauntered on stage. I found myself on my feet, cheering enthusiastically. I was enchanted by this luscious stripper. Just as I'd seen her in countless pictures, she wore her sandy-blond hair straight, and a little longer than shoulder length, with the barest hint of a curl at the tips. (I liked that look a lot more than the curly blond style she wore other times.) Full sensuous lips, soft eyes. She wore a gold lame skirt and top; the top was stretched to its limit by her very large bosom. I swallowed hard as she stared right into my eyes - seemingly into my very soul, and smiled seductively at me. I sank back into my seat, ignoring the warming Guinness by my side, as Traci began to dance. Slowly, every move carefully designed for maximum sex appeal, she twirled to the music, swaying her hips, tracing the outline of her boobs, her eyes closed as if she were lost in a private sexual experience. And slowly, the top came off. I gulped again as I saw her large lacy bra, straining to contain her voluptuous breasts. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the top to the back of the stage as she continued her sensual self- exploration. I realized that the first set was over only when I heard the change in tempo of the music, from a slow, sultry strip number to a faster, more excited pace. Now, in a frenzied passionate gesture, Traci tore off her bra, freeing her magnificent orbs. I was transfixed by the beauty dancing before me. And then shocked as she stooped at the end of the runway and crooked her finger, gesturing me forward. To the hoots of the crowd, I rose slowly, standing at the foot of the stage, as Traci draped her bra over my shoulders and then grabbed my head and pulled it into her bountiful cleavage. Then she twirled away, blowing me a kiss as I sank into my chair. Only when Traci retrieved her top and slid offstage did the spell break. I found myself sweating profusely, pressing one hand against the rock-hard erection in my pants. As I regained awareness of my surroundings, I grabbed my glass and took a good drink. Wow! And then I felt a tap on my shoulder, even as a voice sang out to me. "Do you mind if I join you?" I turned, and found myself staring right at Traci's chest. She had pulled on a top and skirt, and now stood right beside me. And before I could respond, she slipped easily into the chair beside me. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked cheerfully. "Um," I mumbled, stupefied. "Yeah. It was great. You were so ... so ... sexy!" I managed to sputter. Traci smiled her acknowledgment of my complement. "Uh," I continued, "I'm Jack." Traci smiled. "I know," she answered simply. I gulped, despite three or four stouts. This was impossible. A reserved table at the end of the runway. Drinks paid for. Traci Topps knew who I was. What was going on here? But I was a bit too drunk to care. I sat the rest of the night, between her sets, flirting with Traci Topps, enjoying her flirting with me, and being the envy of the crowd. Finally, it was closing time. I reluctantly started to rise. "Um, I've got to get home," I stammered. Traci smiled at me. "Why don't I come with you?" she asked sweetly. My heart stopped; I couldn't believe my ears. "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea," I mumbled. "Oh, I mean I think it's a great idea," I corrected myself quickly, "but it wouldn't work." Traci just smiled enigmatically at me. "Because Betty wouldn't understand?" she asked. I tried to remember telling Traci about my girlfriend. I must have told her. How else would she have known. "Uh, yeah!" Traci's smile widened. "That won't be a problem," she said convincingly. "Besides, you've had a few, and I'd hate to see you wreck your 'Vette." We stopped backstage briefly for Traci to gather a few things, then I led her to the curb, my arm crooked for her hand, like a perfect gentleman. As if we were expected, my 'Vette was waiting. Traci grabbed the keys before I could and nimbly climbed behind the wheel with a squeal of delight. I shrugged and eased myself into the passenger seat as Traci started the engine. To be honest, I was more than a bit nervous about letting her drive my baby, but she turned out to be an excellent driver, handling the car very well without abusing it. With the sight of her boobs bouncing at every bump and the thrill of her fast driving, I had a very pleasant ride home. But I was very nervous as we pulled into the garage. Betty was going to be furious. Not only had I walked out on her, but now I was coming back, late, half-drunk, and with a very busty stripper! Traci hopped from the car, opened my door, then unlocked the house with my key. As I stumbled behind her, she skipped lightly into the house. I remember clearly that I paused before walking through the door. I was suddenly nervous about what I'd find. How the hell was I going to explain this to Betty? And then I stepped through the door. And stopped cold when I saw Betty and Traci holding hands, chatting like schoolgirls. Their faces both shone with delight. "I'm so glad you could stop by," Betty was saying over and over. "It's been too long." My jaw dropped nearly to the floor. After a few seconds of the happy reunion, Traci remembered me. She took a step and grabbed my hand, squeezing it firmly and with what I took to be a bit of affection. "I took care of him, just like you asked," she said to Betty. Betty grinned. "Now let's give him our other surprise." She grabbed my other hand, and the two of them tugged me toward the bedroom. My clouded mind slowly realized that my girlfriend and this gorgeous stripper were going to give me a threesome. I let myself be led to the bedroom, allowed them to strip me naked, and watched with eager anticipation as they undressed. They knew I was watching, and they made the simple act of undressing a long, sexy show. I felt my manhood standing erect with desire as I drank in the luscious curves of both Betty and Traci. And then Traci pulled something from her purse. Still concealing the item, she crossed to me and lifted her hands to my neck. She pulled me down as she lifted her own lips. Eagerly, I met her lips, while my hands rose to cup her big boobs. I felt my dick stiffen even more, feeling like it was going to burst. The blindfold slipped quickly over my eyes, shutting out the view. I started to stand, to protest, but Traci held me locked in their kiss. Okay, I decided. They want to be kinky? I relaxed and continued my passionate kissing and caressing. Suddenly, I stiffened as I felt lips brushing against my dick. Slowly, the lips kissed up and down my shaft, and then kissed the tip. Then the kisses went further around, until I felt a warm wet mouth sliding up and down on my manhood. I swallowed, wondering who at the plant would ever believe this story. As the kissing continued, I heard some strange chanting. I felt a bit wobbly suddenly, and felt the arms around my neck steadying me. Slowly, I felt the passionate embrace get stronger, but at the same time strange. I had to move my hands - Traci's boobs were pressing more into my chest! But somehow, it didn't feel quite like that! It felt almost like my chest was pressing into her! And it felt like my head was now upright instead of bent forward to kiss Traci. But the insistent mouth wrapped around my penis distracted me from trying to consider these conflicting sensations. Then one of Traci's hands dropped from my neck and began to trace its way down my shoulder, onto my chest. As the hand moved further out on my chest, I felt a strange yet powerfully enticing sensation, like nothing I had ever felt before! Her hand rubbed smoothly across my skin. Wait a minute! Why weren't her fingers tugging on my chest hairs? Why did it seem that her hand was so big? Why did she seem taller? Why did my chest feel funny? I was trying to sort out these strange sensations, mixed up with an alcohol- clouded mind, and almost overwhelmed by the fantastic blowjob I was getting. And then the hand traced out to my nipple. And I felt the most powerfully erotic sensation I had ever felt from my chest in my life! It was almost like an electric tingling radiating out from my nipple, coupled directly with the sensations in my groin. The sensations, peculiar though they were, pushed me over the edge, and I came in a great burst, perhaps the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. Traci's hands steadied me as I felt Betty lick the last of the cum from my stiff member, then left me trembling in the aftershocks of my orgasm. And then I heard Betty gasp in surprise. "Oh!" she squealed, "I love it!" Traci stepped back, yanking off the blindfold as she did. She was staring at me with delight on her face. I glanced at Betty, and saw that she, too, was pleased with something as she stared at me. Only now did I realize that she was taller. I had been almost six feet tall, and I knew that Traci was 5'5"; I should have been looking down to her, but I wasn't! I glanced back. Traci seemed to be taller, too! Suddenly, I realized the awful truth! No, they weren't taller! I was shorter! I began to feel some panic. I swung my gaze back to Betty, and was shocked to see a swirl of sandy-blond hair in the corner of my eye. I glanced back, and saw another swirl. "What..." I began, then my eyes widened at the sound coming from my throat. It sounded like Traci's voice! Still smiling, Traci walked behind me, grasping my shoulders, and turned me. Now I was facing a mirror, and my eyes nearly popped from their sockets! I gasped in horror. "What have you done to me?" I screamed. I was staring at myself, now a virtual reflection of Traci Topps. From the sandy-blond hair to the triple-H boobs, from the dainty feminine hands to the painted toenails, I was the spitting image of Traci Topps. Except for my still- erect manhood tucked in the neat triangular patch of pubic hair, I was Traci Topps! My hands automatically reached up to cradle the enormous boobs dangling from my chest, seeking to deny their presence. But even as I cupped the magnificent bosoms, I felt my own hands touching them, sending new and pleasant sensations into my body. "What have you done to me?" I cried again as I turned to Traci and Betty. The weight of my boobs swung like pendulums, making me nearly lose my balance when I spun. Betty let out a giggle. "You look beautiful!" she cried with delight. I looked down in horror. My boobs, cupped as they were, blocked my view, but I could still feel my dick dangling between my legs. My boobs? "You've made me a freak!" I cried, embarrassed and angry. Traci stepped forward and began to expertly caress one of my boobs, then to kiss it. And the power of the new sensations sent a shudder of excitement through me. Angry though I was, I couldn't help myself as Traci, then Betty, kissed and licked my new ultra-sensitive nipples. I felt a surge of excitement into my groin, and knew that my manhood was growing firm once again. Traci pressed her mouth toward mine, and I couldn't help leaning eagerly into the kiss. She forced her tongue into my mouth, prying apart my new lips, fencing teasingly with my tongue as her hands continued to massage my newfound boobs. My eyes drifted shut of their own, the better to block out distractions as I sank into the pleasure Traci was giving me. I felt a hand stroking my shaft, adding to the confusing swirl of pleasures, both male and female. "Come on," Betty said softly as she stroked my cock. I felt her tugging me by my engorged dick, pulling me toward the bed even as Traci caressed and kissed my huge boobs. I was too confused to protest, enraptured as I was by the powerful sexual excitement I was feeling. Betty sat on the bed, spreading her legs as she did so, and she pulled me toward her. Expertly, she guided my throbbing rod into her warm pussy, and I felt a shudder of excitement, a shudder which was heightened as Betty leaned forward and began to kiss one of my boobs. I couldn't stop myself! No matter how humiliated I was by the change, no matter how much of a freak I was, I literally couldn't stop! I thrust my hips, feeling a pronounced difference in my balance, trying to drive myself deeper. As if I were under someone else's control, I screwed Betty harder than I ever had in my life, and came in an almost overwhelming orgasm! And every lick, every caress on my ultra- sensitive boobs caused another pulse, another spasm of pleasure from my still-rigid cock! I nearly passed out! After what seemed like an eternity of orgasmic ecstasy, I backed away from Betty. She had a big grin on her face, and was watching me intently. Then it was Traci's turn. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the other side of the bed. She scooted her cute ass back onto the bed, laying her head on Betty's satin pillow as a flare of her hair splayed around her. With a come-hither look, she pulled me onto the bed. On my knees, I crawled across the bed, between her spread legs, my manhood still as rigid and excited as ever. I saw the juices dripping from her pussy, and I leaned forward, catching myself on my arms as my prick aimed for its dripping target. Traci smiled and caught my swaying boobs in her hands, cupping them and teasing the nipples even as I thrust my new, wider, more feminine hips forward. My dick met the entrance of her vagina even as I felt confused by my dangling and swaying boobs! As I thrust forward, Traci reached up with her arms around my neck, catching my head and pulling me down to her eager and passionate lips. Even as my dick thrust forward, trembling with excitement, my new boobs dangled tantalizingly against hers, our nipples rubbing. It felt very strange to have the pendulum weights swaying from my chest, brushing against Traci's tits - strange, and pleasant! I fought with myself, hating the changes, and at the same time loving the new sexual sensations! Quickly, I came again, and as I pulsed into Traci, I felt her contracting around me, milking my cock for all its load! I collapsed on top of Traci, spent and happy. After a long pause, while Traci continued to milk my cock dry, she pushed and rolled me off her, deftly keeping my rigid dick nestled in her love nest as she rolled on top. Now it was her turn to dangle her boobs against me, tantalizing me further with the delightful sensations of my new boobs. And finally, she slid off my shaft, leaving me laying on the bed, confused but happy. Traci slid down the bed, kneeling between my legs as her fingers turned their ministrations to my dick, while Betty leaned over and began to kiss my boobs. "It's your turn," Traci said enigmatically, smiling pleasantly as she stroked the bottom of my shaft. Suddenly, I felt her fingers probing firmly, and then what I can only describe as a mechanical clicking sensation in my dick. Horrified, I pushed myself up on my elbows, craning my neck to peer between my big hooters. And I nearly fainted! I know I screamed! Traci was holding my dick and balls in her hand! She was watching me, still smiling, as she turned the dick, like a big dildo, and set it against her own crotch. This time, I heard a faint click, and saw Traci drop her hand, leaving the dick and balls fastened somehow to her groin! And I couldn't see any seam in the skin! It was like it had become a part of her! Like she had done this before, Traci began to stroke the dick slowly, and I could see from her face that she was feeling it! She was experiencing masturbating a man's dick! This was impossible! My brain refused to acknowledge that this could be happening! First, I got a copy of her body. Then she took off my dick and attached it to herself! And then another impossible sensation intruded on my overloaded brain. I saw Betty's hand slipping between my legs, and I felt her fingers begin to rub against me. And the sensation was powerfully sexual, and completely foreign. It was like her fingers were going into me! That was impossible! It couldn't be! Traci had stolen my dick, and left me with a pussy? That's impossible! And I could do nothing as the pleasure began to build within me, a strong sexual pleasure! No matter how much my mind screamed in protest, no matter how much humiliation I felt, it was all overwhelmed by the foreign sexual sensations my body was sending to my brain. Every new sensation seemed better than the last, more powerful, more intoxicating! I knew, even as my mind denied it, that I needed to feel more of this! I felt my hips begin to thrust toward Betty's fingers, eager for more. She grinned, and lowered her head between my legs. New sensations! So this is what it felt like when a woman was eaten! This was great! As Traci continued to masturbate, Betty wheeled her body until her own slit was over my face. Even though I had never done it before, I couldn't help craning my neck forward, my own tongue darting into Betty's womanhood as we 69'd each other, exchanging sensations of pure lesbian delight as we pleasured each other. Suddenly, Betty's licking stopped, and I saw her head lifted to Traci's dick as Traci exploded in a shower of cum into Betty's mouth! I shivered, knowing the feeling that Traci was having, knowing the feelings I was having! When she finished her orgasm, Traci touched my dick, and it came off her crotch. She pulled Betty off me, and gently applied the dick to her, attaching it with the faint click sound. I could see Betty shiver with delight as she touched the firm dick, and then she turned toward me. At this point, I must confess that I was more than curious about the sensations of being fucked. I knew it was wrong, it was bizarre, and I should have been disgusted by such thoughts. And even though those thoughts were in my mind, they couldn't seem to linger. All I knew for sure is that I wanted to be fucked! No matter how weird this was! After all, I had had a blowjob, had grown sensitive boobs and had them licked, had engaged in lesbian sex with my girlfriend, and watched her give Traci a blowjob. And now she had the dick attached between her legs. I whimpered with need as I gazed hungrily on the thick shaft. Betty looked at me and smiled, knowing that it was my turn to be initiated as a woman. With all of my cooperation, she rolled me over, and I knelt on the bed on my hands and knees, my pert little ass pointed in anticipation at her firm dick as I twisted my neck to look. I know I had a hungry look; Betty grinned as she leaned forward, driving the rod toward my dripping pussy. My pussy! That sounded so strange! I was about to get fucked, by my own dick! And I wanted it so badly! Betty's dick pressed against the entrance to my vagina, and I felt its firm warmth. I pressed my hips backward, sliding onto the firm shaft! I gasped at the wonder of the sensations - the feeling of the firm dick filling me up as Betty began to pump in and out! I felt my vagina pulsing frantically, pounding wave after wave of pleasure through my entire body, as Betty stroked deeper and deeper into my hot box. I came over and over, and finally Betty's rod stiffened and pulsed, driving a load of hot cum into my eager pussy. And still I drove my hips onto her, wanting more and more! Finally, I collapsed, sliding off her dick as I fainted from the power of the sexual experience. I awoke quickly, and found Betty sitting on the bed, grinning at me. "Pretty good, sweetie," she said pleasantly. I looked at her crotch, and found that the dick was gone, leaving a glistening hot pussy. "Let me eat you again," she said invitingly as she flopped onto her back. I scrambled atop her, straddling her chest as I pointed my pussy at her mouth. "Eager, huh?" I heard her ask before her tongue began to stimulate my hot pussy yet again. I was immediately lost in another wave of pleasure. I felt hands on my head, and opened my eyes. Traci was kneeling before me, her eyes wide with anticipation. Slowly, she pulled my head down, and to my utter shock (if such were possible anymore), I found my mouth pointed at the dick, standing erect and waiting. I tried to fight, but the orgasmic pleasure from Betty's tongue sapped my will and my strength. Slowly, my head lowered until my lips kissed the erect dick. I felt repulsed at the act, but I couldn't resist. As my head was lowered even further, I parted my lips obediently and began to lick the erect member, tasting the pussy juices left over from the earlier fucking. As my own orgasm built, I stroked my mouth deeper and deeper over the shaft, licking it all the while with my tongue. And as the pleasure overtook me, I felt the dick stiffen, and I knew Traci was about to cum. I tried to lift my head, but I couldn't. The thick shaft pulsed over and over, pumping its hot load into my mouth, and I tried to avoid swallowing the salty cum, but I had to breathe, and I choked down the load just so I could gasp for air! Now I truly felt revolted! And violated! Up to this point, it was very kinky, and fun. But I'd just given a blowjob! I nearly gagged on the gum as I tried to breathe, the engorged dick still held firmly in my mouth! What had I done? What was happening to me? Then another wave of orgasms from being licked hit me, and I quit caring for the moment, content to let the pleasure wash over me, even as the dick continued to drip into my mouth. I pulled myself off Betty, and pried my lips from Traci's cock. I leaned heavily back onto the bed, feeling trashy, cheap, used! God, I hated myself! I couldn't even look at Traci and Betty at that moment. I was a freak! I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die! Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I felt a hand running gently through my hair, felt a warm hand on my arm. I turned, and saw Traci sitting beside me, her big soft eyes staring directly into mine, a sad smile on her face. She leaned over and kissed me quickly. "The first time is always the hardest," she said soothingly. Betty leaned her head onto my other shoulder, her soft hair lightly brushing my shoulder. She didn't look at me; she just sat there, being close. And suddenly I understood. I knew why women liked to cuddle after sex! I knew how important closeness was to women! Because I needed it right now! For a long time we sat, the three of us, cuddling, holding each other, being close, saying nothing. There was nothing to say. They just comforted me by being there. After a long silence, I heard the faint click again, and I saw Traci hold up my dick and balls, holding it toward my own crotch. I turned to her, surprise and perhaps a bit of fear on my face. "Your turn," she said sweetly as she pressed the dick into my crotch, and I felt it click home. Suddenly, like a light switch, I felt the dick. It was my dick again, giving me all the signals that a dick is supposed to give. And it was still firm and horny. I turned back to Traci, questioningly. She just smiled and began to stroke my manhood. As I recall, it was a long night. A long and very strange night. We did everything. In all combinations. Lesbian sex. Hetero sex (if you could call it that!). I fucked both of them. They both fucked me, and repeatedly. I gave, and received, blowjobs. I ate them, and they ate me. We did a lesbian threesome. As many positions as we could think of, as many combinations as we could try. The three of us were insatiable. Based on the sex, I'd say that we were all tri-sexual that evening. And I thoroughly loved it! It was very late in the morning when I finally opened my eyes. What a dream! That was my first thought. Then I tried to sit up, and I felt the jiggling on my chest. I grasped the enormous hooters even as I stared at them, and I knew that it hadn't been a dream. The entire night had been real - all of it! Slowly, with a combination of dread and excitement, I slid my hand down to my crotch. It was empty! Somehow, that finding pleased me! I glanced to my side, and saw only Betty. Traci was gone. I hadn't remembered her leaving, but she was gone. I looked again, and saw a bulge at Betty's waist. I don't know why, but I started to feel excited again. I reached under the covers and began to touch her dick, and before long, it was erect. Betty rolled over and began to touch me, bring me quickly to a state of arousal. Then, as I began to have an orgasm, she pushed me onto my back and entered my waiting hole. I shuddered as I felt her dick thrusting in and out of my pussy, felt my muscles contracting around her rod in time with my orgasmic pusles. Spent, we lay on the bed, naked and happy. "What happened?" I finally asked, overwhelmed with curiosity. Betty grinned at me. "I told you I wanted some more variety," she answered. I was confused. "But..." Betty smiled. "I knew you'd go to Tony's. And I knew that Traci was performing there. The rest was easy." I frowned, still confused. "You knew Traci from before, that much I understand." I paused, wondering how to word the jumbled thoughts racing through my head. "But changing me? How? Why?" Betty put a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Traci and I grew up together." "But..." I stammered, "but how did this happen?" I gestured at my new body. Betty shook her head. "I don't know." Then she held up a business card which had been on the nightstand. I hadn't seen it there. "Maybe this has the answer." The card was a note from Traci. "Hope you enjoy the changes. Meet me at 5:30." It gave an address. Betty finally talked me into going to meet Traci. In the house, being in her body seemed to be okay. But in public? The thought was humiliating! I had to squeeze into some of Betty's clothes - and none of her bras would even come close to fitting! Then I drove my 'Vette to the address she had specified. I realized, as I pulled into the parking lot, that I should have recognized the address. It was Tony's Cabaret. I pulled up to the valet curb, and blushed at the stares I found myself receiving. Leaving the car, I stepped quickly into the lobby. It was early, and there weren't any customers yet. So I showed the card to the bouncer. Without any expression, he picked up a phone and punched a button. A very brief conversation later, one of the strippers - I recognized her from the previous night - came out and greeted me warmly. She led me backstage - to a private dressing room. Traci greeted me like a long-lost sister, hugging me warmly. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you'd make it," she said, sounding more than a bit uneasy. She gestured toward a sofa, and we sat. "What did you do?" I finally blurted out, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. Traci smiled. "Betty never knew, but I'm a witch." I felt my eyebrows raise. "A witch?" I asked, incredulous. "Like, riding a broom? Black cats?" Traci laughed pleasantly. "Not quite like that, I'm afraid. No, I'm a good witch." She got a mischievous smile. "Most of the time." "But why?" I asked, still confused. Traci chuckled. "Because you and Betty were having big problems. You both needed some variety. She was hurt. And I love her dearly. I couldn't let you continue to hurt her, no matter how innocently it happened." She laughed again. "You have to admit, I did give you some variety." My head spun. "But ... is this permanent? What am I going to do? I can't go to work like this!" Traci smiled. "This is permanent, I'm afraid. But to help you, I've made a few, um, temporary modifications to your mind. How you perceive things. To help the transition." She looked cautiously at me as she said this, not knowing how I would react to having had my mind messed with. "And as far as a job, you can make lots more as my 'twin' than you made in that boring factory job." She was whispering seductively in my ear. "Just think. Travel to exotic places, work with gorgeous girls, be the object of desire. And sex like you've never had before! All of it is in your grasp." It sounded very tempting. Especially as Traci began to nibble on my ear. I felt my will weaken under the twin assault of Traci's ministrations and the promises of a fun career. I gave in. "Okay," I relented. "What do I do?" I wasn't sure any longer how much of my actions were my own doing, and how many were caused by Traci's 'modifications'. That thought scared me. Traci smiled. "First thing, we call the manager. We need to persuade him that you're going on with me tonight. My 'twin', discovered in this sleepy little town. Yeah," she said to herself, "that'll sell. At least until we can think of a better angle." Within moments, the manager came into Traci's dressing room. I shuddered as I realized how sleazy he really appeared. But he was all smiles. At least until he saw me. Then his eyes bugged out. Traci was ready. "Oh, Tony, I'm so glad you could stop by. You know, I've got an idea for my act tonight." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "I found Jill this afternoon while I was out shopping. Doesn't she look just like me?" She was laying it on thick now. "And she is an amateur dancer! Isn't that great! You know what I'd like to do to punch up my act? I'd like to include Jill. You know, the local girl discovered, the look-alike to a big star! What do you think?" She had her arms draped around his neck, her breasts pressed up against him as she finished. I had to smile. He was defenseless. "Um," he stammered, trying to take in what she had said, "that sounds good." Then he grinned. This could be big news for himself. "That sounds really good!" Then a frown crossed his face. "But can she perform?" Traci smiled sweetly. "Just like me," she said confidently. "Go on, Jill," she said to me, "show Tony your stuff." Suddenly, I was sweating. I had to dance for Tony, audition for a job. As a stripper! I felt weak-kneed as I began to take some hesitating steps, acting like I knew what I was doing. I was sure I was going to bomb. But suddenly, my steps had a confidence which belied my nervousness, a talent which overcame my lack of experience. In moves I'd seen Traci perform the night before, I swayed seductively, feeling my body move in ways designed to tempt the human male. And the more I danced, the more I took off, the more confident I felt. I could see the effect I was having on Tony, and I felt myself getting excited. Suddenly, Traci stopped me, a look of alarm on her face. She turned to Tony quickly. "Well, do we do it my way?" she asked. Tony pulled his eyes back into his sockets, nodding vigorously. "Sure thing. You work out the money deal, though." He turned toward the door, tugging at his pants to accommodate the erection he seemed to have. Traci sighed as the door closed, then she turned on me. "What the hell are you doing taking that thing out in public?" I realized what she was talking about, and I lowered my hand to my own raging erection. "Um," I said haltingly, "I didn't know what else to do with it." Traci glared at me, then suddenly looked sheepish. "I'm sorry I yelled," she said softly. "I shouldn't have. You're right - it's not like I gave you an instruction manual or anything." She laughed through the last part, and I found myself smiling with her. Later, as the first set approached, I sat backstage waiting nervously. Despite Traci's protests, Tony had put me in the regular dressing room. I hid the 'tool' in a purse Traci gave me, then I began to change into one of the outfits Traci had provided for me to wear. I felt very self-conscious as I changed, with lots of semi-naked women around me. But I also felt curiously proud of the fact that I had the biggest boobs in the room. Traci came up behind me and draped her arms over my shoulders. "Ready?" she asked confidently. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. "Not really," I said nervously. Then I turned and looked up at her. "I can't do this," I said suddenly, losing my nerve. Traci smiled and gave me a glass of water. "You'll do fine. Just like the audition. My magic will help you get through this," she whispered to me. I took a big sip of water as she continued. "I'll do the first two numbers, just like last night. Then you come on. You dance around, and I'll strip you. Then we'll dance together, like we're making love on stage. Lots of kissing and stuff. Just follow my lead about dealing with the guys." I felt suddenly calm, ready to perform. Had she done something to the water? I wasn't sure. And I didn't care. I listened to the first two numbers, knowing in my mind what Traci was doing, how the crowd was reacting. Then it was time. Like a robot, I rose and slipped toward the stage door as the DJ announced a special treat - Tony had discovered a girl who was Traci's twin. Give a hand for Tammi Topps. I winced at the name - it was Traci's doing. Every girl needs a stage name, after all. Feeling a new surge of confidence, I swayed onto the stage, sauntering up behind Traci, wrapping my arms around her and turning her toward me, giving her a big kiss. I heard the crowd going wild as we began our act. Through some caressing and kissing, Traci stripped me down to my g-string, and we danced about the stage in a frenzy of lesbian action. As I stretched seductively, Traci eased her way to the edge of the stage and pressed a man's head into her cleavage. I followed suit, finding myself moving like my mind was just along for the ride. And as I felt the hot breath between my boobs, I found myself moaning with pleasure, feeling my crotch getting wet and hot. After what seemed an eternity, the set was over, and we slipped backstage. I glanced over my shoulder, and realized that the guys were all about to cream their shorts. For some strange reason, I felt very good about that. Traci gave me a big hug. "That was great," she beamed. We did three more sets that evening, and I must admit that I found each one more exciting than the last. I know I had a lot of orgasms while I was dancing, and judging from the crowd, they knew it. And loved it. And rewarded me for it with big tips. As I was getting ready to go home, I saw Betty coming up to me. I felt embarrassed, but she was beaming with pride. "You were great!" she exclaimed as she gave me a hug. Then she gave Traci a hug. "Thanks, Traci." Betty and I went home, and we had sex. Lots of sex. Lesbian. She fucked me. I fucked her. It was great. And I knew it should have bothered me - I should have freaked out or something. But I couldn't. Whatever Traci had done to my mind was forcing me to behave like this was normal. Even though I'd danced in a strip club the night before, I was way too embarrassed to go out of the house that Sunday. I wrapped myself up in a robe, since I didn't have anything else that fit, and spent most of the day on the couch. At least, the time that Betty and I weren't having sex. The only surprise on Sunday was the small box of pills Traci had left for me. I recognized them instantly - birth control pills. Betty laughed, then made me take one. "You don't want to get pregnant now, do you?" The thought of being pregnant, on top of everything else, nearly made me break down in tears. The next morning, Betty gave me a big kiss as she crawled out of bed. "Work," she said as she headed for the bathroom. And I panicked. Work? What the hell was I going to do? As if she could read my thoughts, Betty stuck her head out of the bathroom. "I called in sick for you already." I watched her go, then wondered what I was going to do. I finally took the dick and attached it, then whacked off a few times. One of the changes I definitely liked was that it could do orgasm after orgasm without pausing. Pretty nice change. But I still felt unfulfilled. So I took it off, and found it still erect. In a natural exploration (as if anything about this whole situation could be called natural!), I reversed it and used it as a dildo, fucking myself. I came over and over as I slid the big shaft in and out of my wet pussy. And then, to my horror, it began to pulse and throb, like it was having an orgasm! Frantically, I pulled it from my crotch even as I felt a warm sticky fluid squirting into me! For a long time, I sat on the bed, dripping from my pussy as I stared at the hard disembodied dick sitting on the bed. This was too weird! I had this brief image, from the mummy horror movies, of the disembodied mummy hand. And I was looking at a disembodied dick - a living, pulsing, fucking dick! Was it going to attack me now? Frankly, I was more than a bit scared. And then I got a sudden urge, one that I still don't understand. I gently picked up the dick, then turned it toward my mouth. As I held it with one hand, I caressed my crotch with the other, stimulating myself even as I began to kiss and lick the cock. Like a person possessed, I began to kiss its tip, then slid my lips over the head, then began to stroke my mouth up and down, all the while licking it with my tongue. And my hand continued to play with my clit, bring me closer and closer to another orgasm. I felt the dick stiffen, knowing that it was about to shoot another load. But still I kept it in my mouth, still trying to stimulate it further, obsessed suddenly with becoming an expert at giving blowjobs. And finally I let it cum, feeling my eyes widen as it throbbed and squirted in my mouth. This time I eagerly swallowed the warm load, licking and sucking all of its juices. As I thought about what I'd just done, I couldn't help but wonder how much was my own desires, and how much was due to Traci's 'magical help'. I was scared to think that it might have been my own desires; I guess the safe thing was to assume it was the magic. I set the dick aside and went to the bathroom to clean up. I got an urge to take a long soaking bath, though. And as I slipped into the tub, I understood another thing about women. The tub felt heavenly. There was no other way to describe it. I enjoyed the relaxing soak like no bath I've ever had, even spending some more time fingering myself! God, this body was hot! I just couldn't seem to get enough sex! After the soak, I had a light lunch, then found myself going back to the bedroom and staring at the rigid cock on the nightstand. Once again, I found myself sucking it, like I wanted to practice giving blowjobs until I was an expert! And I found myself starting to enjoy it! I got the dick off a couple more times, and judging by the feel of it, I was getting better! For some very strange reason, I found myself proud of my dick-sucking ability! That was pretty much how I spent the first three days of womanhood - lounging around and having sex. With my detached dick! It seemed that I couldn't get enough sex. And I kept practicing the blowjobs. It sounds really weird, but I was starting to enjoy them - I actually wanted to get very good giving them. On Thursday, the morning started as usual. Then, just before lunch, a guy came with a package for me. Still in my robe, my cleavage displayed proudly, I answered the door, even though I felt very self-conscious. I kind of enjoyed watching the poor guy's eyes pop out of his head when he saw my tits. He announced that he had a package for me, and handed me a pad to sign. I smiled at him, and was enjoying watching him squirm. And as I handed the pad and pen back to him, I deliberately dropped the pen. I smiled at him apologetically, then bent forward to retrieve the pen. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was acting like a slut! I knew that when I leaned over, he could see all of my tits. Everything. And I had done it on purpose! As I straightened, I noticed the big bulge in his pants, and when I met his eyes, I saw that they were locked onto my breasts. He looked up awkwardly, gulping as he realized that I knew what he had been stared at. And then, in an act which I still don't understand, I opened the front of my robe, baring my big boobs for him, flashing my shapely and naked body for him. All the while, I was smiling seductively. I wanted him. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I took a couple of steps backward, into the house, while I licked my lips. "Aren't you going to bring my package in?" I asked, smiling. He took me on the floor. He couldn't wait to get to the bedroom, and neither could I. I was hot. He was very horny. And, like animals in heat, we fucked. And I found myself loving it as he thrust his large rod into my hot waiting pussy. I couldn't help myself - I had to have him. Afterward, he left the package and went back to his deliveries. I sat in the afterglow, his cum still dripping from my cunt, relishing the feeling of sex. Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the package. To my surprise, it was from Traci. First, I read the note. She explained that, by now, her adjustments to my mind were wearing off. I was on my own now. She also noted how hard it would be to find underwear, and sent me a couple of bras. For these I was very grateful. These big boulders on my chest were heavy, and I was glad to get some support. She also sent one or two of her dancing outfits, with the note that I might be needing these soon. Traci also noted that my sex drive should be decreasing now that the adjustment spell was wearing off. By giving me such a high sex drive, she hoped I would become used to female sex quickly, so that by the time the spell wore off, I wouldn't panic. I put on one of her bras, and then found something of Betty's which would fit over my huge boobs. It was still a couple of hours until Betty came home, and I found myself driving toward the mall. As I walked through the mall, I knew that everyone was staring at me. What's more, I found that I was enjoying it! I knew that women were looking at me with envy, and the guys were looking at me with unbridled lust! I knew that I'd have an easy time getting them to give me money in exchange for a glance at my tits! Right then, I knew what I was going to do. I picked up six or seven outfits, ranging from very daring to very conservative (I found myself leaning toward the daring). I also went to the lingerie shop to special- order some bras! I hadn't realized that a 36-HHH bra was definitely not a stock item! And the gift from Traci would tide me over for a while, but I knew that I'd need some new ones. And the thought of daring, lacy bras excited me! I did find a few pairs of lacy panties and some skirts. And a couple of stretchy but sexy sweaters for my top. I was very pleased with myself by the time I got home. When Betty got home, I rushed up and gave her a very seductive kiss. I could tell she was surprised, especially when I led her back to the bedroom. Within moments, I had us both naked and pushed her onto the bed. We lay kissing and caressing each other for quite a while, then I asked which one she wanted. When she didn't say anything, I took the cock and pressed it into her groin. Then, to her utter surprise, I began to suck the dick, causing her to moan with pleasure. I brought her off quickly, then rolled her on her back and mounted her, thrusting my hot wet pussy onto her still-stiff member. We lay in each others arms for quite a while, content in the afterglow of fantastic sex. "What gave you those ideas?" Betty finally asked. I just smiled. "You were the one who wanted some variety," I answered with a grin. Betty looked at me, surprised. "Were you practicing?" she asked, taking my eager grin as affirmative. Then she looked at the new clothes on the dresser. "You've been busy today," she observed. I couldn't help grinning. "I went to the mall today. I picked up a few outfits," I said proudly, smiling. Betty was surprised. "You went out?" This was the first time, since the dance with Traci, that I'd been out of the house. I shrugged. "I've got to get on with life," I explained. "I can't hide in the house forever." Then I gave her an enigmatic smile. "I've got to get ready for work." Betty looked surprised. "Work? You can't go to your old job like that!" I just grinned. "I'm going to the cabaret. I stopped by this afternoon, and Tony said he'd be glad to hire me full-time!" I felt myself blushing for some reason. "I think the blowjob sealed the deal." "Jack!" Betty said with shock. "You gave Tony a blowjob?" I just blushed more. 'Jack, you're going too far, aren't you?" She looked alarmed, and I knew that she was afraid that I'd lost my masculine tendencies. I answered her by taking the dick, attaching it to myself, then ravishing her, fucking her long and hard, delaying my own orgasm until I couldn't take any more, spraying inside her in a massive release of primal passion. Then I grinned and kissed her hard. It was a bit strange being at the club without Traci, but she had long since moved on to her next engagement. I knew that I had to solo sometime. And I was hoping that her spell was still in effect, that I would get some magic help. As I dressed backstage, I began to get nervous. I knew Traci had helped me perform the night before, but now I knew I was on my own. I began to get a case of stage fright. As my set approached, I stood by the stage entrance, petrified. One of the regular girls slipped up behind me. Belinda, I thought I remembererd her name. Somehow, she sensed my nervousness. "You'll do just fine," she said reassuringly. "Just like last weekend." I smiled feebly at her, then heard the music change as Belinda came off the stage. God, she was gorgeous, I thought to myself, and suddenly I felt a new wave of butterflies. Tall, slim, with generous breasts, Belinda was an ebony goddess. I had seen her dance, and she was so athletic. I got more nervous. But Belinda smiled at me as she slid past. I saw wads of cash in her g-string, a testimony to her dancing skill. Summoning up my courage, I stepped onto the stage, dazzled by the twirling lights, oblivious to the DJ announcing Tammi Topps, the newest dancer and Traci Topps' look- alike. I hoped I was up to it. It didn't take very long before I knew that I was. Whatever magic Traci had given me was still there. I felt myself moving, much more confidently this time, as I swayed, pranced, and danced around the stage. As my clothing came off, I played with my boobs and rubbed by crotch. And the crowd was mine! I knew, even as I leaned over to collect my first tip, that I had found a new career! As I felt his lips kissing my boobs, I shivered with excitement. Just knowing how excited these guys were getting was making me very hot; I felt the moistness in my crotch, and knew that my g-string was wet and discolored. That made the guys even hornier, and more willing to give me tips. And all I had to do was let them kiss and lick my big tits! After the second number was over, I grabbed my top and hurried offstage, flush with success. That had been great! Between sets, I went out to entertain the crowd. And knew that I was a favorite! I did lap dances almost non-stop, pressing my jiggling tits in the face of the patrons, wiggling my ass seductively as they sniffed my damp pussy, sitting on their laps feeling their erections rub against my legs. And all the while, they paid me. Well. Very well. As I changed into my street clothes, I smiled at Belinda. "Thanks for the encouragement," I said softly. "You don't know how nervous I was." Belinda grinned back at me. "It sure didn't show, girl." She came over and gave me a hug. "You did just fine." I was very pleased with myself by the time I got home that night. Even though it was late, Betty was waiting up for me. Excitedly, I told her how I had done, how Traci's magic was still helping me. To feel comfortable with my new body, to dance so seductively. Betty raised her eyebrows at this. "I talked to Traci just a bit ago," she said. "She called to see how you were doing." I smiled. "Did you tell her I'm doing well? I hope you told her that her magic was really helping me adjust." Betty watched me with guarded eyes. "She said that you the spells should have worn off by now." She watched my eyes widen in shock. "Everything you did tonight, you did on your own." "That's impossible!" I cried. "I was so good! Dancing was so easy! I didn't feel nervous at all! The spell couldn't have worn off!" I wanted to deny that I had actually enjoyed what I had done. Betty nodded slowly. "Your female instincts have taken over. And your mind has adjusted. You're doing this all on your own." I felt a rush of panic, and at the same time, a thrill. I had done it! It was all me! But it was all me! The male part of me was gone! I was relishing being a woman, a stripper, an object! But it felt so good! Betty hugged me as she realized the mix of feelings I was having. Eventually, we went to bed. As a measure of my mixed status, maybe as a futile gesture to reassure me that I was still partly man, I took the dick and fucked her. Over and over, always in a dominant position, acting like a man, I fucked her. And eventually, I realized that I felt hollow. Empty. Like I was lying to myself. I turned on my side and began to cry. I was so confused! I couldn't be a man, even when I had the dick on. When I tried, I really didn't enjoy loving Betty. I felt like a sham. Betty snuggled up behind me, and we cuddled for a long time, tears still streaming from my eyes. Eventually, she reached down to my groin and took off the dick. Then she set it on the nightstand and began to love me. As a woman. Woman to woman. I don't know how she knew, but it was exactly what I needed. The next day, I was a lot less slutty. No marathon masturbating session. No using the dick as a dildo. No fake blowjobs. After lunch, I went back to the mall. I used to hate shopping - now, I found it rather comforting. I called Betty, and met her at a little Mexican restaurant for dinner, then I had to go to work. I'm not sure why, but I knew that I was a lot less aggressive about dancing that evening. Belinda noticed too. After my first set, she came backstage to see if I was okay. I lied, and said I wasn't feeling too good, and I think she bought it. But I was touched that she was so concerned. After my last set, I went backstage to dress. I'd made good money from tips, but I wasn't as happy. Belinda was already dressed to go home, and she asked again if I was okay. After a long girl-to-girl talk, she gave me a big hug. I hugged back, and realized that her hand was dancing over my boob. I was a bit surprised, but pleasantly so. I leaned up and gave her a kiss, which she eagerly returned. After a few moments, I realized that my hand was caressing her boob. "Do you want to come back to my place?" I asked hopefully. Belinda's eyes showed her delight. "Yeah," she said breathlessly. She broke our embrace, then grabbed her purse. I got mine, and we went out to my car. Belinda smiled in appreciation. "Nice wheels." I just smiled. I let my hand wander as I drove home, caressing her thigh. I knew she was hot; I wanted to keep her that way. We walked through the door, hanging all over each other, and headed for the bedroom. Belinda got the surprise of her life. Betty was waiting for me, decked out in sexy lingerie, and wearing the dick! Belinda turned, looking at me, too startled to say anything. In response, I just lifted my head and began to French kiss her and play with her boobs. Soon, she began to respond, and within seconds, the three of us were going at it on the bed. I ate Belinda while Betty fucked me, then Betty fucked Belinda. I think she thought Betty was a she-male. But she seemed okay with that. And then Belinda got the shock of her life. Betty clicked the penis off her crotch, and fastened it to me. Belinda's eyes were wide with shock as I began to fuck her. Soon, her surprise was lost in passion as I came inside her tight pussy. Twice. Then I detached the dick. "You want to try?" I asked in a sultry voice. Belinda looked at me, wide-eyed, wondering what was going on. As Betty kissed her breast, Belinda nodded feebly, so I attached the dick in her black crotch. Now it looked real strange - a white dick in a black woman's crotch! Belinda stared in shock as she felt things she hadn't felt before. So I just smiled and went down on the big erect member. Within seconds, Belinda was lost in ecstasy as I stimulated her. And then she shot a load of cum into my mouth, gasping with pleasure as the power of the male orgasm overtook her. After she was done, I nodded to Betty, who leaned over the bed. I took Belinda by the hand and tugged her to her feet. Then I held her still-stiff cock, which by now was turning the same coffee color as her own skin, and I pulled her to her feet and up behind Betty. She got the idea quickly, and began to thrust the dick into Betty's waiting slit, her eyes wide at the unique and very pleasant sensations. It was another night of orgy as Betty, Belinda, and I did each other in multiple ways. When dawn came, Betty went off to work again, and Belinda went home to clean up. We made her promise that she'd keep quiet about our little secret. That pretty much set the pattern. Once in a while, I'd share my little secret with one of the girls, and we'd have a wild threesome. Once, I even took the dick to work with me, and between sets, the girls and I had a bit of an orgy! It was wild! Betty got a bit jealous of how much money I was making, and the very strong friendships I was forming with the other girls. Finally, I asked her if she was jealous of my boobs and my job. She stared at me for a long time, then dropped her head and nodded. I lifted her chin and kissed her, then picked up the phone. She got her bust enhanced - from her B-cup to a DDD cup. After a couple of weeks to heal, she came with me to work one night, and I asked Tony if she could audition for a job. He looked a little skeptical, especially when Betty was a bit reluctant to show off her boobs. But Belinda and some of the other girls were very encouraging, and he gave in. Betty started dancing that night. She was very nervous, but she did rather well on her first set. When she got backstage, I gave her a big hug and kiss. She was trembling. Partly from fear, and partly from excitement. Then she went out to do some personal entertaining. She did a couple of table dances, and by the time she got backstage, she was flush with excitement, pleased with the attention and the tips. By the last set, she was dancing quite provocatively, and had the guys crowding the stage to give her tips. She was flushed with happiness when we got home. I let her ravish me that night in a long, sensual, lust-filled celebration of her success. She called her day job first thing the next morning and gave her notice. A couple of months later, just after I arrived at the club one night, Tony handed me a note. I looked up at him, confused, but he was already gone. I knew that I was one of his favorite dancers - guys came from miles around to see Tammi Topps dance. It did his business lots of good. Betty had flowered into an exquisite dancer as well, not as big, but much more sensuous in her dancing. We were very happy. Anyway, I opened the note. It was from Traci. I giggled with delight, then tucked it into my purse. As usual, I had a good evening, making almost seven hundred dollars. At that time, I wished that Betty were here with me to share this news, but it was her night off. Traci had been right - this paid a hell of a lot more than my old job. So I as in a very good mood when I got home. Betty was happy to see me in such a good mood. "You have a good night?" she asked as she snuggled against me. I smiled. "Pretty good," I answered. "I got a note from Traci tonight." Betty perked up at that news. "What did she say?" "She said she hoped we were doing okay," I answered. "And that she's got a special photo shoot coming up next month. She asked if I wanted to take part in a 'twins' spread." Betty was sitting up now. "What do you think?" I just smiled and pulled her closer. "What else? It'll be fun. And, if nothing else, at least it'll be a partial payback for what she's given us." I smiled contentedly as I began to caress Betty's boobs. "Besides, I think we both would like to sleep with her again!" Things were more interesting since I met Traci. Much more interesting. Different, definitely! But a lot more fun! I leaned over Betty's ear. "You want the dick tonight, or should I wear it?" FIN