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MAU: Headliner Synopsis: The owner of a strip club has a dilemma - the world- famous big-busted stripper who was going to headline was injured in a car accident, and he has patrons waiting to see her. An MAU gives him an opportunity to save the day... [email protected] ********************************************************************** MAU: Headliner "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Mick Bertoni let his head drop into his pudgy hands, shaking it slowly in frustration. It beat the alternative, which was to yell at the bearer of the bad news. His elbows rested on his desk, a massive but old oak antique that fit well with the other d?cor of the office. Despite Mick's casual attire of Dockers and a golf shirt, his office spoke of power and wealth. Hardwood paneling, plush carpet, and walls full of autographed pictures and trinkets spoke of a community 'mover and shaker'. "I don't know, boss," Eddie, Mick's flunky, answered, not recognizing that Mick's question was purely rhetorical. Eddie didn't understand a lot; he was mentally handicapped, limited to a mental age around ten or eleven. Mick looked up slowly, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated the stupidity of his aide. "I didn't expect you _would_," he said contemptuously. Mick knew that if it weren't for Eddie's sister Janet being his biggest regular star, he'd have tossed the dimwit out in a heartbeat. But Janet, or more specifically, Janet's body, drew crowds, and thus money, to Mick's cabaret. He needed girls like Janet, and when she included a job for Eddie in the deal, Mick was stuck. And the grim reality was that the various symbols of power and status were false, like the toupee on Mick's balding head. His business, despite the appearance of a high-class gentleman's club, was just another strip joint. Mick's confidence and suave airs were as much a sham as his business and office. Mick was portly - even fat. His success with the ladies, a point of which he boasted on the golf course with his false friends, was due less to his physical charms than to the leverage he held over his employees. The reality was that Mick Bertoni was a thoroughly despicable human being. Over half his 'dancers' were illegal aliens, and he used the threat of the INS to coerce them into sex. Of the rest, he actually encouraged their dependent habits, then offered them a fix as a reward for servicing his own carnal needs. With such tactics, he kept his employees poorly paid, and he even skimmed heavily from their tips. It was only this supplemental cash that kept his business from failing completely. Mick spent far too much on the illusory trappings of a lifestyle he couldn't really support. "So what should I do, boss?" Eddie asked simply. Mick sighed. "Are you sure it was her?" Eddie nodded. "I rode my bike to the hospital to check - just like you asked." Mick closed his eyes. "Half the county showed up to see Betty Bazookas!" he said in exasperation. "And even if she does make it, no one wants to see her hobble around in a cast! Which means I'm going to have to refund a lot of money!" Mick had enough business acumen to know that a headliner like Betty Bazookas was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for his club. She had the kind of fame that would draw a lot of patrons. He looked up at Eddie hopefully. "Unless the crowd isn't here yet." Eddie winced. He could tell, from the boss' tone, that Mick was getting pretty upset, which meant that sooner or later, Eddie was going to catch the brunt of Mick's frustration. "It's already a full house." Mick shook his head again, his eyes closed as if to block out more potential bad news. "Look," he finally said in frustration, "why don't you empty my trashcan? Let me think a bit." Eddie shrugged and picked up Mick's trash can. There were only a couple of candy bar wrappers and a soda can in it, but Eddie knew that if the boss wanted the can emptied, he'd better do it. Especially when the boss was upset. He shut the door gently behind himself as he left the upstairs office, taking the back stairs down to the first floor of the dance club. Instantly upon leaving the office, the music and noise rose in volume. Mick's office, and the little 'nest' behind it, were soundproofed against the thumping and booming of the club. With the separate ventilation system, it was hard to tell, from inside the office that it was part of a smoke-filled strip club. "Hi, Eddie," a melodious voice called, catching Eddie's attention. He paused at the foot of the steps to allow a pair of dancers to walk down the hall, feeling his cheeks redden as the girls acknowledged his presence. "Hi, Tina. Hi, Yvonne," Eddie answered, his face pointing down to the floor. He felt strange around these women, embarrassed to speak to them, and yet curiously wanting to be friends. He heard their giggles as they walked on, and as they entered the club itself, the music became momentarily louder until the door shut behind them, leaving Eddie alone in the hall. In the early evening, the sunlight in the parking lot made a stark contrast to the dim interior lighting of the club. Eddie tried to shield his eyes from the glare, and as he stepped awkwardly toward the dumpster, he tripped over ... something. As he struggled back to his feet, his eyes searched to find the offending object that had tripped him. His gaze settled on a rather plain metal box, lying at an angle which suggested that someone had tried to throw it in the dumpster and missed. Eddie sighed. First, his boss was pissed. And now, this. He picked up the garbage and tossed it into the dumpster. After setting down the garbage can, he picked up the offending metal box and started to toss it into the dumpster as well. He stopped. As he completed the backswing and prepared to throw the box, he stopped. Eddie didn't know why he didn't just toss the box in the dumpster because it almost tripped him. With the strange box - dull gray and lighter than appearances would lead one to believe - tucked under one arm, and with the trash can held in the other, Eddie trudged back into the club, down the dim hall, and up the old staircase. Mick still had his head in his hands, contemplating what, to him, was a fate worse than death - refunding money to customers. Mick barely acknowledged Eddie's entrance. Then as Eddie set the garbage can back down, Mick noticed the box. "What have you got there, kid?" Eddie ignored the 'kid' reference - it was one of the many ways Mick belittled him. "I dunno," he answered simply. "I tripped over it out back." Mick shook his head. "Just what I need - more junk!" he snapped. "Throw the damned ..." His words stopped in his throat as he looked a little more closely at the box. It looked too neat and clean to be garbage. "Hmm," Mick muttered. "Maybe it's worth something." He rose from his desk and walked to Eddie. "Let me see, kid." As Mick grabbed the box, his hand brushed across some strange symbols on the top of the box. The box seemed to tremble, and then the sides started expanding. Mick's hands retreated as if the metal were red-hot, and Eddie, too, let go. The box fell to the floor, still growing. Eddie watched, fascinated, as the box expanded, growing wider and deeper and taller. It wasn't unfolding so much as it was stretching. Mick, on the other hand, retreated and ducked behind his desk, peeking over it like a scared schoolboy. The device stopped growing when it reached the size of a telephone booth. Eddie, eyes wide with surprise, looked at the only features on the box - a rectangular black plate, a reddish crystal that looked like a paw, and a purple crystal doorknob. "Don't touch it!" Mick snarled. He was too late. Eddie was already touching the red crystal, and he flinched when the black display lit up with more of the strange alien symbols. "What ... what is it?" Mick asked hesitantly. Eddie shrugged. "I dunno," he answered simply. "Maybe it's some kind of outer space thing." He watched as the symbols scrolled off the screen. "Hey," he called out, his gaze fixed on the screen, "look at that!" Mick tentatively emerged from behind his desk, then he drew himself straight, thinking that it was a good thing none of his girls had seen him hiding behind his desk. "What?" he asked as he circled the desk to the metal contraption. Mick moved to Eddie's side, and his curiosity turned to surprise. An image was displayed on the black panel. It was Janet. "How did ... how did you do that?" Mick asked Eddie. Eddie shrugged. "I dunno," he answered. "I just touched the red thing, and that picture showed up." He reached for the crystal again to demonstrate. Mick caught Eddie's arm. "No," Mick commanded. He touched the crystal, and Janet's image disappeared. In its place, another image slowly materialized. Mick watched, his smile slowly growing to a lustful leer, as the image firmed. Then he glanced at Eddie and his grin changed to a frown. "Get out, kid," he snarled. "Don't you have some other work to do?" Eddie wasn't surprised by Mick's sudden mood change. It happened all too often. He quickly scurried from the room, not looking back as Mick turned his attention back to the strange box. ********** The girl sat at the counter, peering into the mirror as she skillfully applied mascara. A knock on the door interrupted her, and she sighed. "Come in, Eddie," she called, knowing who was knocking even before she saw. Eddie was the only one who knocked. Mick would just barge in. The other girls didn't bother knocking. Only Eddie. Eddie closed the door softly and sat down in 'his' corner, picking up a comic book. Janet sighed. "What's up? What was all the noise about?" Eddie looked up from his book. "Mick's mad again." Janet lowered her head and sighed, her head shaking slowly back and forth. "Why do I put up with his crap?" she asked herself softly. "What did I do to deserve this?" She looked at her brother, sitting cluelessly in his chair. She _knew_ why she put up with Mick. It was because of Eddie. Mick gave Eddie a job, and that was important to Eddie - and to Janet. Apart from her dancing, Janet had no skills. She didn't even have a high school diploma - she'd gotten pregnant, got married, and dropped out of school. She worked her tail off as a waitress while her husband went through college, and practically as soon as he'd gotten his degree, he left her for one of his classmates. To make things worse, he got custody of her little girl. She was left with nothing. No diploma, no skills, no family willing to take her back after her parents died in a plane crash. Her husband had resented their having to take in Eddie, but that had just been his excuse to leave. Janet suspected that he would have left her as soon as he finished his degree anyway. And she was stuck in a low-paying waitress job and having to care for her handicapped brother. Even the diner closed, and Janet had to take this job as a stripper just to survive. "I think I better go clean up backstage," Eddie announced suddenly as he slipped out of the dressing room. Janet shook her head. Her life was a mess, and it wasn't getting any better. She fought the tears, knowing that her makeup would be ruined if she let herself cry. The men who visited the club didn't want to see a crying dancer. They wanted a sexy, slutty, seductive stripper. She knew she needed every penny of tips that she could get. She forced the tears away. ********** Eddie peeked through the door. "You wanted to see me, boss?" he asked cautiously. "Come in," Mick called. His voice had a strange friendliness to it. Janet would have been alarmed. Eddie, in his simplicity, didn't know better. "What do you think of this?" he asked, staring at the display on the metal box. Eddie crept to Mick's side and looked. "It's Betty Bazookas," he said, surprised at the image. Mick nodded. "Yup." He put his arm around Eddie's shoulders. "I want you to do me a favor." "What?" "I want you to touch that purple doorknob. That opens up the box. Then I want you to go inside and grab the doorknob in there." Mick's voice was deceptively calm and friendly. Eddie glanced at him, then at the purple doorknob. With no hesitancy, he grasped the knob. Part of the side of the box vanished. It didn't slide open, or fold open. It just vanished. Eddie flinched, and he glanced nervously at Mick, but Mick was just grinning. "Go on," he urged. Eddie stepped cautiously into the box. A faint yellow light emanated from a glowing disk at the top of the box, casting an unusual glow on Eddie. He glanced once more at Mick, then he shrugged and touched the purple knob. The opening vanished, as quickly as it had appeared moments before. For a few seconds, Mick watched the box, his grin broadening. Finally, the opening reappeared. Eyes wide with shock, hands clutching at the mammoth bare boobs, Eddie stepped cautiously out of the box. His mouth hung open in surprise. After looking at his body, he looked up hesitantly, and realized that Mick now towered over him. "Boss?" Eddie asked nervously, recoiling at the soft feminine voice that came from his mouth. Mick leered at the figure. Eddie, or rather what _had_ been Eddie, was a petite large-breasted woman. She stood maybe five-foot five, and that was with the three-inch heels on her tiny feet. Mick knew the girl's measurements like the back of his hand. 60, 22, 34. Every inch of her body, from the long wavy blonde hair to the M-cup melons on her chest to her tiny G-string, was an exact duplicate of Betty Bazookas. "What ... what happened to me?" Eddie asked fearfully, his hands still clutching his huge boobs. Mick took Eddie by the arm and led him around the box. "Look," he commanded as he steered Eddie into the bathroom. Eddie gawked in the mirror - to the image of Betty Bazookas staring back at him. "I'm ... I'm Betty Bazookas?" he asked hesitantly. "How?" Mick led Eddie back from the bathroom. "My guess is the box is some kind of advanced technology. It made you into Betty Bazookas." "But..." Mick eased Eddie into a chair. "I've got an idea that will help me save the business. Help us. You do want to help, don't you?" Eddie looked tearfully at Mick. "But ... I'm a girl!" Mick nodded. "If I don't have Betty Bazookas on stage tonight, I'll have to refund a lot of money. If I have to give the men their money back, I'll have to fire some of my girls. You understand that, don't you?" Eddie nodded slowly. "Uh, huh." "And if I have to fire some girls, I might have to fire Janet. You don't want Janet to lose her job, do you?" he asked. Eddie shook his head slowly. "No," he answered softly. Mick smiled. "I didn't think so. So you'll help me out and perform tonight as Betty Bazookas?" Eddie nodded hesitantly. "Uh, huh." ********** Eddie, still looking like Betty Bazookas, knocked softly on the office door. He looked like he wanted to cry. "Come in," Mick's voice called from inside. Eddie pushed the heavy door open slowly. "I'm done with my dances," he said softly as the door closed behind him. Mick rose and walked to her side. "Good," he beamed. "Let me see your tips." Eddie obediently handed Mick a large wad of bills. Mick's eyes widened at the pile of money. "That's pretty good," he said approvingly. "You must have done pretty good." Eddie nodded. "The men were giving me a lot of tips." "And was it fun?" Eddie shook his head. "It ... didn't feel right." Mick smiled. "But you did a good job," he said soothingly. He put the wad of cash into his desk drawer. "But ... the other girls ...," Eddie started, "shouldn't I get some tips, too?" Mick felt his heart skip a beat, then he smiled. "Yes, of course you do," he cooed. "But if I give you a bunch of money right now, Janet is going to ask where it came from. And you don't want to tell her that _you_ were dancing as Betty Bazookas, do you?" Eddie thought for a minute. "No," he answered slowly. Mick smiled. "Good. Then this can be our little secret. Janet doesn't need to know, okay?" Eddie nodded. "Okay." Mick took a step and locked the office door, then he stepped back beside Eddie. "I know dancing can be very stressful," he said soothingly. "How about I help you relax a little bit?" He cupped on of Eddie's large breasts and began to fondle the bare nipple. He could feel Eddie tense up at his actions. Eddie started shaking his head. "No," he whimpered as he tried to back away from Mick. "This isn't right." Mick backed Eddie against his desk, still playing with his large boobs. "It's okay," he assured the kid. "Everything is okay. This is perfectly normal." He felt his need growing for the bare- bosomed girl in the mirror, so intensely that he had completely forgotten that it was Eddie inside this body. He continued to cup Eddie's boob while he slipped his other hand down into Eddie's G- string. Eddie clutched desperately at Mick's hand. "No," he whimpered. "It's wrong!" Mick leaned forward and brutally kissed the body of Betty Bazookas while his hand dove roughly into her crotch. He leaned back from the kiss, his arousal level even higher. "Too bad," he said with a lustful grin. "You want to keep me happy so your sister keeps her job, don't you?" he asked. Eddie felt the tears slipping from his eyes. "Yeah," he finally whispered. Mick tore the G-string free, and he leered. "I'd really hate to have to fire Janet if you didn't cooperate," he warned. Seeing the resistance crumble, he bent forward and began to kiss and lick at the boobs while his hands loosened his trousers. "Besides, I know you're going to enjoy this as much as me." ********** Eddie, restored to his own body, slipped quietly from Mick's office. He stumbled down the stairs, confused, toward Janet's dressing room. Janet came out of the dressing room even before Eddie could knock. "You ready?" she asked as soon as she recognized Eddie in the dim hallway. Eddie nodded. "Uh, huh." Silently, he followed his sister out of the club to her car. "Didn't see you much tonight," Janet observed as they pulled out of the parking lot. Eddie sat still. He knew he couldn't tell her. "Uh, uh," he finally answered. "Doing things for Mick again?" Janet asked. Eddie blanched. Did she know? "Yeah," he finally answered softly. Janet frowned. "Did he pay you? He knows he's supposed to pay you for extra work." Eddie nodded. "Yeah." He reached into his pocket and dug out the wad of bills that Mick had given him - after. "He gave me this." Janet glanced down, and then did a double-take. The wad of bills had tens and twenties in it. Mick had given Eddie more than just his usual spare change. She looked up again so she could drive. "You missed the headliner." Eddie nodded slowly. "Yeah." "You want to get a bite to eat?" Eddie shook his head. "Nope." Janet frowned. Eddie was acting different. Normally, he was very talkative, and he never turned down a late burger after a night of work. "You got something on your mind you want to talk about?" she prodded. Eddie shook his head again. "Nope. I'm just tired." Janet felt her jaw muscles tighten. She knew her brother well enough to know that something was going on. And she was going to find out exactly what. ********** Janet reread the article in the 'Entertainment' section of the paper, a frown forming on her brow. More specifically, she noticed the story that a major stripper had injured her leg in a car accident. The same stripper that had performed last night at Mick's club. She knew something wasn't right. She heard a noise and looked up. Eddie was pulling on his jacket as he opened the door. "I gotta get down to the club," he said without enthusiasm. "Mick said he's got some chores for me before he opens for the lunch crowd." Janet nearly jumped from her chair. "How about if I drive you?" she offered quickly. Eddie shook his head feebly. "Nope," he declined. "I'll just ride my bike." Janet watched as the door closed behind him. Something seemed wrong. Usually, Eddie was cheerful and very outgoing. Since last night, though, he seemed ... different. She thought for a moment, then she put down the paper and grabbed her purse. It was a simple matter to get to the club before Eddie, and Janet parked where he wouldn't see her car. It was just as easy to convince Tim, the bouncer, not to tell either Eddie or Mick that she was in the club. Janet only had to wait in the shadows of the main changing room for a few minutes before she heard Eddie. Warily, she spied out into the hallway and saw him climbing the steps to the second- floor offices. Eddie looked pale, scared nearly out of his wits, and Janet's concern deepened. For a couple of minutes, she deliberated on a course of action. Then, just as she was about to charge up the stairs, she heard a noise at the top of the stairs and she ducked back out of sight. Betty Bazookas descended the staircase, looking uneasily around the hallway as she did so. Unusually for this time of morning, she was dressed for dancing, wearing her G-string and a top over her breasts. She Looked nervously down the hall, then she walked through the door to the dressing room usually reserved for such a major 'headliner'. Janet stepped out of the nook she'd secreted herself in. She shook her head slowly. "This doesn't add up," she said to herself. Slowly, as silently as she could, she climbed the stairs. Cautiously, she leaned an ear against Mick's office door. Inside, she could hear some slight noise, but it was indistinguishable. With all the stealth she could muster, she gingerly turned the doorknob and eased the door open just a tiny crack. Mick's voice became clear. Through the crack, she saw Mick, sitting with his back to the door, talking on the phone. She eased the door open another half inch and glanced around the room, then slowly pulled it shut again, careful not to let the latch make any sound. Janet leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed in concern. Mick was busily talking about a golf tournament he was co-sponsoring tomorrow, she hadn't seen Eddie, and she knew Mick wouldn't just let her brother hang around in his office while he 'worked'. Eddie had come _up_ the stairs, but hadn't come down, and he wasn't in Mick's office. Then Janet felt like slapping herself on the forehead. Mick could have sent Eddie down the back stairs - perhaps running personal errands again? Slowly, wondering if she wasn't imagining things, Janet went back to her dressing room. Over the course of the day, her suspicions were not put at ease. Janet couldn't find Eddie, and none of the regular girls had seen him - not since he'd shown up just before the lunch crowd, anyway. Mick seemed to be particularly smug, and Janet noticed that he hadn't called any of the girls for 'private consultations' in his office. The final thing that bothered Janet was that the headliner, Betty Bazookas, seemed to be nervous, even frightened, about her performance. And when Janet looked eye- to-eye with Betty, the headliner had nearly run away like a frightened animal. When her last set of the evening was over, Janet knew she had to do some investigating. As she walked down the hall toward her dressing room, she saw Betty. "Nice act," she said in a friendly tone, all the while watching the star. Betty's eyes widened in shock as soon as she turned and recognized Janet. "Thanks," she muttered, then she scurried into her own dressing room. Janet frowned and shook her head. Something about the star didn't sit right. She poked her head into the main dressing room, the one shared by the 'non-star' performers. "Hey, Maria," she called to the first girl she saw. Maria, a voluptuous Hispanic dancer, glanced up. "Si, Janet?" she said. Her words seemed muddled, and not just by her accent. Janet felt cold inside. Maria was hooked, like so many of the girls. "I need you to get Mick away from his office for a bit. Can you do that for me?" She kept up the warm friendly smile; it wasn't Maria's fault that Mick had trapped her the way he had. Maria's smiled. "Si, For you, I do thees." "And please don't tell Mick, okay? I'm planning a surprise for him," Janet lied easily. It only took a few moments for Maria to lure Mick down from his office - on what pretext, Janet didn't want to know. She waited until they were out of sight, then she scurried up the stairs. Mick's office was unlocked, and after a nervous glance around, Janet slipped inside, closing the door behind herself. A quick glance around the office showed nothing ... then she turned back and did a double-take. In one corner of the room stood a gray metal telephone booth. "What the ...?" Janet muttered as she stepped closer. The plainness of the box seemed out of place in Mick's elaborately decorated office. She scanned the box for a couple of minutes before she gave up. There was something else, and she couldn't waste her time on the box. She started carefully sorting through the papers on Mick's desk, looking for what, she didn't know. But there had to be something - some clue to Eddie's strange behavior. The sound outside the office caught Janet by surprise. Horrified at the thought of being caught, she felt a surge of panic. There was only one door to the office, and from the sounds in the hall, Mick was coming back. She couldn't leave the way she'd come. She didn't need to glance around to know that there were no windows, either. Besides the entrance, the room had three doors - one into Mick's bathroom and a second into Mick's 'love nest'. The third was a closet. Janet opted for the closet, barely shutting the door before the office door opened and Mick came in. Cautiously, fearful that she was going to be caught, she eased the door open a tiny crack so she could see what was going on. Mick was standing beside Betty Bazookas, his arm around her shoulders and his hands groping at her mammoth breasts. "You did good tonight," Mick said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He freed himself of Betty and pushed her onto the sofa while he went to his desk. "Looks like a pretty good take," he said approvingly as he thumbed through a wad of bills. With a satisfied grin, he shoved the wad of cash into the desk. "You said I'd get some of the money," Betty said softly, almost pleadingly. "Just like last night." From her closet vantage point, Janet could see the terror on Betty's face. Mick sat down on the sofa beside Betty. "Just like I promised," he cooed. "But we don't want to get her suspicious, do we?" "No." Mick smiled. "And I'm going to take good care of you." With a tug, he tore Betty's top off, exposing her large breasts. "Please, don't!" Betty pleaded softly. "I don't want to ..." "You don't want me to tell, do you?" Mick sneered. "If you want to keep this our secret, you'll do exactly as I say. Won't you?" Betty looked like she was about to cry. "Yes," she finally said. Janet cringed as Mick raped Betty on his sofa. She wanted to turn away, to not watch, but she felt compelled to witness the act as if she were the only witness to a crime. Finally, Mick was satisfied. He rose and pulled up his trousers. "Okay, let's get you changed back." Betty pulled her naked, used body from the sofa, and she stepped to the box. Janet's eyes narrowed as she saw Mick touching something on the box. Though she couldn't see, she knew from how the box was sitting against the wall that Betty stepped into the strange device and not behind it. Moments later, Janet gasped in shock, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide, as Eddie stepped out of the gray box. "Now remember, kid," Mick admonished, "don't tell anyone. Not if you want your sister to keep her job." Eddie nodded, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "I won't tell," he promised. Then, taking the bill proffered by Mick, he walked stiffly out of the office. Janet's emotions ran wild. Rage at Mick for doing this to Eddie. Helplessness that she couldn't protect her brother against Mick's evil. And over all her passions, she knew that somehow, she was going to get even with Mick. She waited in the closet for over an hour before Mick finally left his office and turned out the light. Her body ached from the uncomfortable position she'd been stuck in, and she could barely see in the dark room. Quietly, she crept to the office door, and opening it a crack, she glanced out toward the stairs. The club was quiet. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was after two. Janet turned the desk lamp on, then turned to the box. "What the hell are you?" she asked herself as she stepped to the device. The black display was empty, and the crystalline controls reflected the dim light. Frowning, Janet touched the purple knob. Nothing happened. She touched the red plate, and she flinched as the black panel lit up. Within a couple of minutes, Janet understood the control. Whatever she thought was displayed on the panel. She brought up a display of Betty Bazookas, then some of the other girls. "Okay, now what?" she asked herself. Out of curiosity, she touched the purple crystal again. She jumped back as half of the side disappeared. Pausing, her heart racing as she listened carefully, she half expected someone to come in and catch her. When no one came, she stepped back to the box and peeked inside, then stepped in. "Here goes nothing," she said under her breath as she touched the purple knob inside the box. A surprised Shanelle stepped out of the box. Tall, athletic, large- breasted, and black, the girl looked up and down her body as if seeing it for the first time. With her mouth agape, she walked uneasily into the bathroom, and a gasp of surprise sounded as she saw herself in the mirror. And she understood. As she touched the control panel and brought up a display of her own body, a wicked grin was forming on Janet's features. ********** Janet woke early. She had to get Eddie before he left for work. On cue, he rose and poured himself a bowl of cereal, then sat down at the table opposite Janet. "Interesting night last night," Janet said evenly. "Uh huh," Eddie answered uneasily. "I didn't see you around much. Did Mick send you on some errands?" "Yeah." "But Betty Bazookas was around a lot." Janet watched Eddie stop eating at the mention of the name. "In fact, I saw Mick change her into you." Eddie was white. His mouth moved a couple of times, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he started bawling. "He ... he said he'd fire you if I didn't," he wailed. Janet circled the table and held Eddie against her chest. "It's okay," she said soothingly as she stroked his hair. "It's okay. I know Mick made you." "He ... he did things to me..." Janet held her brother tightly. "I know," she said. "He did some very bad things. And he needs to be punished." Her voice was cold as steel. ********** "Is Mick in?" Janet asked sweetly as she walked lightly into the club. The cashier shook his head. "Nope," he answered simply. "He's got that golf tournament today." Janet frowned. "Oh, that's right! When's he going to be back?" The cashier shrugged. "He said around five or five-thirty." Janet smiled sweetly. "I guess I'll talk to him when he gets in." She turned and walked easily to the back rooms, the door closing behind her as she sauntered in. The cashier shrugged and turned his attention back to his job. The lunch crowd was starting to arrive, and he had work to do. ********** "He's what?" Mick roared at Janet. Janet winced at his words. It was nearly six, and Mick had only recently gotten back to the club. "Eddie's got the flu. Pretty bad, too. I almost took him to the emergency room," Janet answered. Mick sank back in his chair. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed sharply. "Now what am I going to do?" Janet cocked her head. "You can run the place without Eddie," she said, pretending not understanding what Mick was talking about. Mick dropped his head into his hands, still shaking it back and forth. "You don't understand," he said softly. "I'm supposed to have a new headliner tonight. Mandi Mountains." "So?" Mick shook his head again. "You don't get it, do you?" he snarled. "She's not going to be here tonight. She _can't_ be here tonight." "But ... .you booked her, right?" Mick sighed. "She really wasn't going to be here. I never booked her." Janet frowned. "So ... how was she going to be here?" She glanced casually around the office, then she halted her gaze on the metal box. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I get it! You've got one of those changing boxes!" Mick's eyes widened in shock. "What?" Janet seemed to light up. "I saw one of those a while ago. It changes you into someone else!" "You ... know about the box?" Janet shrugged. "Sure. Who doesn't?" Her eyes widened. "Oh, I get it! You were using Eddie to substitute for Betty Bazookas after she had the accident! And you were going to have him sub for Mandi, too!" Mick stiffened. "But ... I ... " he started to stammer. Janet waved her hand. "Ahh, pretty clever plan. Good for business, cuts the expenses by not having to pay the headliner," she said easily. "I'd have done the same thing. And I bet Eddie enjoyed dancing, too!" She glanced back at the box. "Since Eddie can't be here, why don't you dance instead?" Mick's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What about you? You could change to Mandi..." Janet smiled sweetly. "I guess I could," she said, her voice trailing off. "But a lot of guys come here just to see me, and if I'm not here, you won't get your cut of my huge tips, will you?" Mick sighed. He knew she was right. "But ..." Janet knew he was wavering. "Look, it's your business. I mean, if you want to refund a lot of money...." Mick felt trapped. "I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" he asked softly. Janet shrugged. "It's no big deal," she answered. "It's just until Eddie gets better." As Mick approached the box, Janet rose from her chair. She saw the suspicion in Mick's eyes. "The way I remember this thing," she said, trying to sound friendly, "I can help add good dancing skills to the change." Mick glanced at the image of Mandi Mountains he'd formed on the screen, and he bit his lip. Then he nodded. "You have to promise you won't ever tell anyone," he added angrily. "Look, Mick," she said simply, "you're holding my job, and Eddie's, hostage. If I told anyone, you'd fire us. I don't think I want that. So I think you can trust me. Besides," she added with a laugh, "who's going to believe me?" Mick thought for a moment. There was a cold logic to her words, a logic of threat and counterthreat that he understood. "Okay," he agreed. Janet touched the control panel, and for a few seconds, her brow wrinkled in concentration. Then she stepped back. "That should do." Mandi Mountains emerged from the box, clutching her large breasts, her eyes wide with surprise. "This ... this feels so ... weird!" she exclaimed in a bimboish, squeaky high-pitched voice that could never be taken seriously. Janet shrugged. "Women deal with it all the time." "So ... how do I do this?" Mick asked uncertainly. Janet took his arm and guided him out of the office and down the stairs. "Just ... dance. Don't think. Do." Janet walked back to her dressing room and opened the door. She could hear the hooting and cheering of the crowd as Mick - Mandi Mountains - started his first set as a strip-dancer. "Okay," she said to Eddie, seated inside. "Let's go." Eddie followed her back up the stairs to the office. She latched the door and stepped to the box. "Let's hope this works," she said nervously. Eddie's image appeared on the screen. But Janet wasn't done. For several seconds, she concentrated on the image. Finally, she stepped back. "Okay." "But ... what is it going to do to me?" Eddie asked nervously. He'd experienced the capabilities of the machine first-hand, and he was understandably uneasy. Janet winced. "Make you better," she said softly. "I hope," she added under her breath. ********** Janet sat back in Mick's chair, savoring the experience. A knock sounded at the door, and she straightened herself. "Come in," she commanded. Eddie, holding the arm of Mandi Mountains, came into the office. "What's the meaning of this?" Mandi demanded. "What are you doing in my chair?" "Just making sure no-one else learns our little secret," Janet smiled sweetly and innocently. "How did the sets go?" she asked, changing the subject. "Did you make a lot?" Mandi frowned, then she produced a large wad of cash. "Pretty good," she said cautiously. "How was the dancing?" Mandi's frown deepened. "It was ... confusing." "How?" Janet asked, feigning surprise. "I felt ... like I was hot the whole time. Excited." Mandi sounded frightened by her admission. She turned, and she gasped in shock as she saw the empty spot where the box had been. "Where ... where's the box?" she stammered. Janet grinned maliciously. "There've been a few changes around here," she announced in a sinister voice. Mandi's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, changes?" Janet smiled. "Yesterday, you signed the club and your savings account over to me." "I _what_?" Mandi tried to roar, but with her squeaky voice, it sounded almost comical. "So now I own and run this place." She saw the horror on Mandi's face. "Call it getting even for what you did to Eddie." Mandi glanced at Eddie, then back at Janet. "I didn't ... I ... I ... I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry! I'll never ..." Janet shook her head. "Too late, Mick," she snapped. "You've been a pig with the girls for way too long. And we put up with it. But when you messed with my brother, you crossed a line." "But ... he's just a ..." "A retard? Is that what you were going to say?" Janet snarled, fire in her eyes. "As if that excuses what you did?" She shook her head. "There are a few other things the box can do," she said, her voice full of contempt for her former employer. "Like heal the damage in Eddie's head." She saw Mick glance fearfully at Eddie. "He can learn now. And the first thing he's learned is that scum like you can't hurt him any more!" "But ..." Mick sounded desperate. Everything he'd owned and worked for seemed to be crashing down around him. "There's more. Do you know this box can undo chemical dependencies?" She saw Mick's eyes widen. "That's right. Even if I changed you back, you don't have drugs to hold over the girls any more. They're free of those demons, and since I'm in charge now, they're free of you, too!" Mick looked down, beaten. After a few seconds, he glanced up at Janet. "What about me? What are you going to do to me?" Janet sneered at him. "You were a total waste of humanity," she snarled. "And if I changed you back, you'd figure out some way to get even. Or you'd start over and do the same things with other women. So I'm going to leave you just like that." She grinned as Mick's eyes widened. "And there's one more little thing you've just begun to discover. I gave that body an extra little gift. You see, when I was helping you design that body, I added an almost insatiable arousal. You're going to be so horny you won't know what to do!" she grinned in triumph. ********** Epilogue ********** Janet glanced up as Eddie came in the door. "How are classes?" she asked with a smile. Eddie shrugged. "I guess they're okay," he answered. "Hard." Janet smiled. "You're doing pretty good, though." Eddie nodded. "Even though I've said it a million times, thank you for ... for what you did." Janet felt her heart warm. Eddie was so much different. So much better. "You're my brother," she said simply. "I love you." "There are a couple of men outside who want to see you." Eddie abruptly changed the subject. Janet's eyes narrowed. "Oh? INS again?" Eddie shook his head. "I don't think so. They won't say who they are though." Janet frowned and sighed. "Let 'em in." Eddie nodded and opened the door. Two gentlemen in dark suits, one older and one younger, came in the office. Eddie shut the door and stood beside it, watching them warily. Janet stood and reached across the desk, extending her hand. "I'm Janet Robins. How can I help you?" The agents ignored her outstretched hand. "If you don't mind," the older agent said, "we have a few questions we'd like to ask you." Janet sat back down. "Okay," she said. "You want to sit down? Can I get you anything? Coffee? Soda?" "No, ma'am," the younger man answered in a clipped formal tone. The older man pulled a photo out of his inside jacket pocket and held it out to Janet. "Have you seen this man?" he asked. Janet examined the photo, and her eyes narrowed. "Mick Bartoni. He was my partner. Until..." "Until?" Janet nodded slightly, her expression grim. "He disappeared a few months back. Strange, too." "Oh? In what way?" Janet shook her head. "With the cash flow we've got, he should have been pretty rich. Turns out his bank accounts were pretty bare." She shrugged. "The sheriff guessed that he'd been embezzling from the partnership and decided it was time to skip town before he got caught." The younger man extracted a notebook and jotted down some notes. "Anything else?" Janet thought for a moment. "Nope." The agent produced another photo. "Have you ever seen one of these?" he asked. Janet felt her heart skip as she looked at the photo. It was the gray box, or one similar to the one Eddie had found. "Looks like some kind of briefcase," she observed, trying to sound disinterested. "Is it special?" The agent ignored her question and handed her a card. "If you encounter a metal case that looks like the picture, contact us." The two stood and walked stiffly out of the room. Janet watched them leave, her heart pounding. Eddie came back in a moment later. "You think they suspect anything?" he asked bluntly. Janet shook her head. "I don't know." Eddie pondered for a moment. "Oh, by the way, I got a call from one of the fraternities. They're doing a big blowout, and they were wondering if any of the girls would do a private party. They asked specifically about Mandi." Janet laughed. "There's usually good money in the frat parties. And I'm pretty sure Mandi would enjoy giving the boys a little of her ... extra-special attention." ********** Outside, the two agents crawled into their car. As the younger man drove away from the club, the older agent asked, "What do you think, D?" Agent D shook his head. "She was lying." C nodded. "Yup. She knows about the device." He flipped through a folder. "Cabaret owner disappears. Big-busted stripper appears out of nowhere. Mentally handicapped man makes a miraculous and medically impossible recovery. Strippers lose cocaine and heroin addictions overnight." He shook his head as he closed the folder. "She knows all about the device." "Do we go back and confront her?" D asked. C shook his head. "For what? We've got the data on the case. We can't change anything." He shrugged. "And most of them actually ended up better off." "Except Mick?" C nodded. "Except Mick. And who knows? Maybe he's happier being a sex-starved stripper." He picked up another folder. "Let's get to the airport and catch our flight to Vegas. This next case should be interesting." FIN