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This story has been kicking around in my subconscious for years but it has taken a long time to get it on to paper. I will warn readers now that the story takes some darker paths latter on and hopefully some unexpected turns. Although still a work in progress the story arc is complete and hard to move. This is my first submitted story so please provide your feedback and input. I am a slut for public opinion. Special thanks to Rezai Balo for helping edit the story and bring it to your eyes. Standard disclaimers, this is a story of fiction and all characters and situations are by definition fictional. Approval is given to redistribute or submit this story to other sites as long as full credit is given no monetary gain is sought. Don't sell it or claim it as your own, Pathways Part 7 By Roxana Riley Monday night came around and I had another shift. I knew that the whole surreal experience was going to end soon. My parents would be back from their summer long trip in a few weeks and my last year of high school would start soon after. I figured that I would have to shave my head and go for a skin head look. There was no way my bleach blonde locks would come out in time. As much as I had been forced into this life, it was easy to settle into. I loved the excitement and vibrancy of the club. If you were to get me drunk enough, I loved the attention too. Some nights, when it was slow and I could stop for a second, I would watch the girls dance and wish I could be up there. After years of being a wall flower, it was intoxicating to see the desire directed to them. My personal feelings were in flux as well. I missed my parents, missed the ease of my life. I spoke often to Veronica about how much longer I had to go and what I would do once I was back to "being myself." She would roll her eyes at me and give me that look of disbelief. In those quiet moments of life, I wondered how far I would, could, push myself. What if I had breasts, what if I had a real pussy? Who was I really? I was still taking my pills, double doses I think, and it took the edge off of everything. I wondered if the decision was already behind me and I missed it. I got to know some of the regulars in the club. There was sweet old Mr. Sanders. His wife had died 10 years earlier and he was lonely. He would come into the club every night at 6:30, have a glass of scotch and stay for one drink only. He would never take a private dance but would always tip outrageously. He would enjoy his drink and smile at the girls up on stage. One night, when I asked him why he came in, he told me that they reminded him of his wife who had been a dancer in a dance hall when they met. There was Barbara, she only went by her first name. She was an old friend of Scott's. It was strange in that should would come in ever so often and always take the same table in back. She always had one of the other girls back with her talking. I brought over her drink once and ended up talking. Time went so quick that before I realized it, we had been speaking for an hour. She always gave me a smile and I always made time to say hello but I had to be careful as we always talked longer than I expected. Then there was Paul. Paul was sweet and cute but very nervous. I realized he was what I was going to become in 5 years if I Monique had not changed my life. He was a successful young lawyer who had a hard time making friends and enjoyed the easy conversation of the club. As a boy I could never tell which girls were interested in me, but as Roxana it took all of 5 seconds to realize Paul was infatuated. He often brought me flowers and always asked if I wanted to go to dinner. It was very sweet but I didn't need the complications. I continued to be everyone's favorite little sister around the club. I got more hand me down clothes, extra makeup and jewelry than I could ever wear. I was too enamored to turn it down and all the girls wanted to play dress up. "Try this on Roxana, you will look hot." "I think this would look great on you, can I see?" "Baby this is your color, you have to keep it." I also continued to get lots of advice. I guess since I never turned it down they all felt I needed the guidance. Since I had not grown up a girl it was truer than they knew. It just gave me a very stinted world view, not that of a normal high school adolescence, but of a fledgling stripper. Monday's were always a weird night. It was amateur night so the bar was filled. Guys filled up the place looking for a girl who wanted to be a stripper. The wannabes, as we called them, always looked down on the waitresses, thinking less of us. The irony was they wanted into our world but still felt they were better than us. Hypocrites. All the regular girls would stay in back and have a good laugh at some of the prospects. But every now and then, a new dancer would be found. Someone who never thought she could work the pole. Once they got up there, the lights took them over and they were hooked. It was usually a good party night with lots of drinking but few private dances. Most of the staff considered it a night off of sorts and were much more relaxed. I punched in and was arranging my uniform, tight black leather skirt, tight button down dress shirts with the tails tied in front under my fake breasts and of course a pair of 5" black heels. Who would have pictured it a few weeks ago? I was still trying to smooth out the edges of my breast forms for a more natural look when Angie walked by and told me that Scott wanted to see me in his office. My stomach flipped as I wondered what I had done wrong. My last "interview" with Scott had gone so wrong, ending in my current job. Scott was ruthless but for some reason managed to hold the place together and always got what he wanted. It was like he had this influence and could convince you of just about anything. He even had his own urban legend about a reluctant girl. Scott asked her to meet back in his office. She walked back, telling everyone on the way that she was going to quit. That dancing and drinking were not her style. Her parting comment was "what could he do?" An hour later she came out bubbling, talking about how stripping was her life and that it was so much fun. Rumor had it, she lasted another year before she went off to become a porn star. Everyone who did remember her said what a total slut she was and would do anything for a buck. I figured they were just stories to scare us. I didn't want to give him a chance to back out of our deal. As I knocked on the door I was ushered in with a smooth drawl of "come in..." Peeking around the door I kept my eyes down, hiked my skirt up a little and walked in closing the door behind me. I came to a stop in front of his desk, pushed my breasts out and cocked my leg, as I had been instructed by Sierra and waited for Scott to acknowledge me. It looked like it may be a while as Scott had his head back and his eyes closed. Christy slid up and down his 10 inch thick cock, his hands pinching her nipples as she sat in his lap riding him like her favorite toy. I guess there was something he liked as much as making money. Her dress was bunched up into her lap as the top was pulled just under her tits forcing them up and out. Strangely, even though her face was a picture of ecstasy, her eyes never left me and I felt like a candy she was considering how to eat. Let me take a moment to talk about Christy. She was an amazing sight to behold but she was a psycho. Christy had this classic pin up look, creamy white skin, large breasts, flared hips, tiny waist and this amber brown hair that flowed over her shoulder in waves. Her eyes were captivating as they were a deep pool of green. She always had a predatory but blasted look though that changed her face from cute to something else. She stood about 5'6" before her heels, which were always 5" or higher. And I mean always, in the club, at the store, at home in her kitchen. She was a close friend of Scott's and was in and out of the club regularly. Veronica, of course, hated her but Sierra said she was not that bad. I heard she used to dance but now all she wanted to do was party and get fucked. Rumor was, she was one of the higher priced escorts in town. Who was I kidding, if you asked she would quote her prices flat out. Everyone knew she and Scott had something worked out, but no one would say it out loud. After 10 minutes of watching my own private porno, Scott grunted and let loose a huge load up Christy's wet twat. She moaned as it filled her completely, some cum dribbling down her leg. Her own scream followed his. Christy climbed off of Scott's lap and straightened her dress, watching me the whole time. She ran her fingers through her hair and leaned back to kiss Scott deeply for 2 minutes before pulling her dress over her breasts, the nipples still rock hard. Christy walked around Scott's desk and walked right up to me, stopping inches away as she looked me over. Her mouth closing the gap and whispering sweetly "Hi Roxana." and licking my earlobe. I was so distracted that I never saw her fingers, as they reached up and drew a long wet, sticky line of Scott's cum right across my lips and chin. Laughing she walked behind me and out the door. Stunned, I didn't have time to wipe my face clean before Scott's voice thundered out. "SIT" Scott cleaned himself up and was pulling his pants up as I perched myself on the hard chair in front of his desk. His face showed a distracted smile as he had obviously enjoyed both Christy and her show with me. "Rox I have a problem, and I hate problems." My mind whirled through all the things that had happened in the last few weeks. I had been polite but flirty with my tables. Letting them grope or slap me as they pleased. I had helped the girls get dressed in the back, learning about makeup and fashion as he asked. Veronica had made sure I was living 24/7 as Roxana since my parents were out of town and made sure I took my pills every day. Sierra had continued my lessons and made sure I had a second dose in the afternoon. I could not think of what I had done wrong but my ass began to heat as I imagined his threatened spanking. "You are just too good, doll. You get along with the girls which is no small thing in a club. The clients like you. Every time you work, our bar receipts are up 10% and your tables are up 40%." A quizzical look passed over my face as it sounded like things had been going well. "Every night I get questions on when you are going to be available for dances and when you turn in, the rotation is up. I am a businessman and if someone or something makes me more money, well then that's what we are going to do. I was originally going to let you go at the end of the summer but you are just too damn sexy. So here's the deal, starting tonight you are going to be one of my new dancers working Monday, Thursday , Friday, and Sunday. Your shift will be 8 pm to 3 am. On Tuesday and Wednesday we will change your lessons with Sierra to dancing, stage and lap, and how to get the most money from the clients." "but..." "You will stay with Veronica and continue your girly lessons and the rest every day. Don't ever forget your vitamins." "But...Scott..." "I want you to keep your tiny sissy dick taped well back. By the way I have someone I want you to see who might be able to help. We don't want our clients finding your secret just yet. And I will have to think about what to do with your tits, the forms are nice but not real enough to.... "SCOTT..." I yelled "I can't, my parents will be back in a few weeks and I have to go back to school...." Scott stopped and gave me a look that shivered me down to my bones, licking his lips and then begin to speak very slowly and softly... "Do not interrupt me" he said so quietly. I licked my lips, forgetting his cum all over them and swallowed like the little prey that I was. "I don't care about your parents. You are an untapped goldmine and I am not going to let you walk out the door." Blind panic ran down my spine as I listened to his words. How was I going home, how could I quit this job, Tears cascaded down my cheeks, streaking my mascara as tremors ran through my body. I had to get out, I had to get out, I HAD TO GET OUT NOW!!! I thought about making a run for the door, or pleading with him but Scott surprised me and rose slowly from his chair. "You stay there" he ordered and walked behind me and out the door. I sat quietly for one, then two minutes. At five I had just worked up the courage to make a run for it when I heard a soft voice behind me. "Don't, it will just piss him off" Standing up from the couch on the wall was Barbara. She had been very quiet and must have snuck in when Scott went out. I had always assumed she was just some lipstick lesbian but it was clear she knew her way around Scott's office. "He is effective at his job but crude" She continued as she came around to sit at the desk. With a closer look she was beautiful tonight. She had this reserved professional look. Her outfit was a woman's designer black business suit. It still had a skirt but looked like she had come from a Fortune 500 company or a doctor's office. Her feet were adorned with the latest Jimmy Choo's and her fingers had a large ruby red ring that was as big as her knuckle. "It's good to see you again Roxana, you look lovelier each day" She kept up a slow but steady conversation as she moved around Scott's office like she had set it up herself. Pouring two glasses of white wine, she brought one to me before sipping on hers and setting it down on the desk. It felt a little warm in the room as Barbara continued. She asked me about my family, and school. "Are you going to go to college next year?" Her tone was very quiet and even, as we bounced around to different topics. For some reason she put me at ease and I relaxed a bit, feeling more comfortable than I had in a while. Barbara asked me about how I liked working at the club. For some reason I opened up and started to spill things I hadn't even admitted to myself. I found it exciting and fun but somewhat scary. I was unsure of where it was taking me and I felt out of control. Barbara sat close to me and I felt focused on her face. Our topics switched back and forth, as I felt compelled to answer her questions. She asked what I thought of her ring and it was very pretty, a deep dark red. I must have lost what she was saying as my attention snapped back to her face. "What?" I asked "Nothing, you were looking at my ring, I asked if you liked it" Staring back down I felt myself drift slowly down, focusing on the ring. My eyes drifting shut as I heard her voice softly whisper. I must have fallen asleep as Barbara's voice was waking me up. "There, doesn't that feel so much better Roxana? Now I want to see you every Monday at 11:00 AM" as she handed me a card "Thank you Barbara, Thank you so much. I feel totally better" Sweeping my hair out of my eyes with my nails and licking my plump lips. I felt so much better and could not wait to get back on the floor. It was like there was this bubbly fountain inside my head. It was amateur night and the girls had been begging me to enter for weeks. I could hear my own voice mumble words in the background of my head. "I am a girl, I love to dance, I am a girl, I love to be sexy, I am a girl, Scott is my friend, I am a girl, I love sex, I am girl, trust Scott, I am a girl, trust Barbara, I am so hot, I am a girl, being a stripper is fun, I am a girl" over and over and over and over.... Barbara looked down at me and tried to get my attention but I was feeling a bit spacey. I could hear my own music in my head repeating the message over and over. It was like really hard to follow all of her words. I just giggled whenever it was too confusing. For some reason I could even feel myself getting wet. I knew I didn't have a pussy yet but if I closed my eyes I could feel my breasts and feel a wetness seep from my lap. Barbara gave me a cute smile and told me I was fine. I was so horny; it was hard to follow along. I just giggled again. "Rox why don't you go get dressed for tonight. Remember you are onstage in 30 minutes" She said The night ended up being crazy fun. I pleaded for Scott to let me enter the contest. Once the other girls heard, they were rushed to give me a makeover and my pick of a costume. It was like I had a dozen big sisters watching me go out on my first date. When my name was called, Veronica had this thunderstruck look on her face but by then I was halfway to the stage. I climbed up and wrapped my hands around the pole when this weird vertigo swept through me. What the hell had I been thinking? The music started and I was frozen for 10 seconds before I heard this little chant in the back of my head. "I am a girl, I love to dance, I am a girl, I love to be sexy, I am a girl, Scott is my friend, I am a girl, I love sex, I am girl, trust Scott, I am a girl, trust Barbara, I am so hot, I am a girl, being a stripper is fun, I am a girl" I closed my eyes and twisted around the pole. At first I was thinking too much. It was like my head was full of cotton candy and it made it too hard. Feeling the music press in I just, licking my lips, let go and went for it. It was the greatest release I had ever felt. I could feel every eye in the place follow my dance and I LOVED it. I felt that hot slick feeling in my crotch again and closed my eyes. Before my second song the place erupted. It sent tingles down my spine. I started to work the crowd, closing in on every guy at the stage bar. A deep dark long into one set of eyes, and a trail of my nails along another's chest. I played with my nipples and could feel them harden under my forms. I licked my lips and smacked my ass for all to see. When the music stopped I was laying on my back, my hips up and my hands cupping my imaginary vagina. There was a stunned silence and then cheers and shouts. Five's, Ten's and Twenties started to rain down on me. Suddenly an unplanned orgasm rolled over my skin and I moaned in delight. Scooping up every last bill I made my way off the stage. Everyone was hugging me and kissing me. I never wanted this feeling to end. I felt a few warm hands cup my ass as well. Instead of faking interest like I had the last few weeks, it made my breath catch and I let out a low moan. The last few tables I passed, I even stumbled into a customer or two hopping they would touch me more. When I got backstage I was a giggly mess. I had this inner voice that just bubbled up. I couldn't help it and every stray thought or hidden desire was coming out with a middle school vocabulary. Worse I giggled after every sentence. "Did you see that guy at table 6, he was like so hot." Giggle. "Oh my god my pussy is so wet" Smile "I need to get my tits down, like now." Laugh. "Mmmmmm, I just can't wait to do a private dance." It was like my slutty teenage alter ego had taken over my body, and I LOVED IT. None of the other girls noticed. If anything they encouraged it even more. "Honey they are going to love you." "We need to work together, that voice will break a thousand bank accounts" "I didn't know you had it in you, but damn baby there's no going back now" By the end of the night it was no contest. I had won and won easily. I found out later that most of my friends had worked the crowd and gotten their clients to vote for me. I would have won anyway but it just made it a landslide. Scott made this big silly speech about "did I want the job?" He is so funny. He was so right about what I wanted and how much fun it would be to dance. I was young, it was easy money, and I could give a fuck about what was to come at that time. The only one not happy about the show and new career was Veronica. She looked like a tank had run over her. I tried to get close and give her a big kiss to show how happy I was but she looked at me like I was some weird pod person. What could I do? The rest of the week was a blur. I danced every night, and even came in to party on my off nights. The girls ramped up my lessons now that I was a full dancer and took every opportunity to show me the right way to do things. I was horny all week and tried everything I could think of. Since my little friend was still taped down I could not do private dances but lap dances and couch dances were just fine. I must have grinded every guy who came in and left them wishing for more. The truth is that every kind word, every touch, every secret kiss, grope or stroke just sent waves of pleasure rolling through me. I was an addict just wanting more and more. Scott was sooo nice as he told me each night how good I looked. Sierra had been a big help too. Making sure I took my pills every day. The warm flush they gave me was so yummy. I could feel my sissy clit twitch every time I swallowed. It made all the lights bubbly but so cool. Scott even gave me some music Miss Barbara thought I would like. It was so great to listen to. I had to be careful when I put it on as I would just zone out and lose track of time. On Friday I picked out this shiny metallic pink mini outfit with a big silver hoop over my bellybutton. It was so cute and plus I could strip it off in seconds so that my tits were free. I also had a pair of sky high plexy platforms with matching metallic straps. I must have caught some eyes as these two guys wanted to do shots with me. They didn't believe me when I told them that I could hold a whole shot of tequila in my mouth while I gave them a blow job. So, I had to like show them by giving them the best blow job of their life. Giggling like a school girl I had them hard in minutes, after that it was all playtime. I held the tequila in my mouth as my lips slid over there yummy cock. It made me giggle as the warm liquid mixed with their cum. Sliding it over my lips was like even better than my new lip gloss. Mmmmm now if one of them had just fucked me up the ass while I had the other in my mouth I would have been in heaven. I would wake up later and wonder what the hell I had just done. My mind must have been playing tricks on me. I remembered Miss Barbara telling me to just recite my little rhyme and it would be all better. "I am a girl, I love to dance, I am a girl, I love to be sexy, I am a girl, Scott is my friend, I am a girl, I love sex, I am girl, trust Scott, I am a girl, trust Barbara, I am so hot, I am a girl, being a stripper is fun, I am a girl" Veronica would take me home and wash me up. She was sweet, but it was like god, she acted like such a big sister. She keeps telling me to be careful and that she is sorry. Sorry about what I couldn't remember. I was a big girl now, I didn't need her looking after me. I tried to thank her one night for letting me stay at her place by going down on her but she totally freaked out. Christy was so the best. She showed me all this cool stuff and I don't even have to pay her. Like all she wanted is for me to lick her clit until she came and I was like "Christy, I would do that for free..." I couldn't wait to find out what she wanted to show me next. She whispered that she has all these toys she will let me use. She also said we should work together some night as she had some clients who would like my little sissy clit. I got another make over and had platinum blonde hair, YEAH, it was so fucking sexy! Well my hair hangs down straight until it reaches my open shoulders, with my long bangs framing my cute face. I had this little leather dress that came with a built-in collar that closed around my neck. It had a clasp in back so I can drop it quickly on stage. I was wondering more and more what a real collar would be like. For some reason I thought Miss Barbara would be the right person to ask. Anyway, the dress pushed my breasts up with a built-in wonder bra but then was open at the sides leaving lots of skin to show. In the back it had a small gather that made it hike up my ass showing lots of my sweet ass crack but just the hint of the cheeks. In front it ended just below my sissy clit. Its all offset by these new black patent platforms with a 7" heel. It looked Dom but I was turning into a total sub slut. I use to wear it with these nice 3 inch silver hoop earrings that Scott gave me. I was thinking about going back to Bella's to get a full set of nails to run up and down guys' backs to top the outfit off. I was having so much fun. Veronica looked so sad though as she saw me walk out to the stage that night. I felt that bitch needed to lighten up. Barbara kept talking about taking it to the next level, whatever that meant. I woke up in Scott's office like coming out of a dream. Some part of me had returned. I unconsciously licked my lips and ran my nails through my long hair as I crossed my legs and flipped my heels. I was sitting in this slutty red vinyl mini skirt and bikini bra ensemble with sexy red thigh high stripper boots on. It felt sexy and for some reason was kind of cool. The last week started to filter in through my brain as I remembered all the things I had done. For some reason I didn't feel too bad about it. I mean yes, I had been acting like an airheaded bimbo but it was kind of fun in a way. Some part of the memory felt very normal. "Good, you are waking up? Feeling a little better?" I heard a female voice Looking around I realized I was in Scott's office and Barbara and Scott were both there. Barbara was looking in my eyes. "I have a few questions for you, dear. How is Riley?" The question was so weird that it took me a second to think it over. I mean I was Riley but I also felt very detached from thinking of myself as Riley. "I know I am Riley but at the same time that doesn't feel right" I could tell I still had to be totally open with Barbara. "And Roxy?" She asked I felt a shudder run through me as I thought about what I had done over the last week. The loss of control mixed with the wild abandonment. I felt a cold shiver run down my back but had to answer "It feels like she is sleeping, dormant in the back of my head" "I think she is ready for our little discussion" Barbara answered before walking behind Scott's desk and settling in on the couch. Scott looked up from his paper and considered what he was going to do "Glad to have you back. I would hate to leave you like that but I think you now understand what your choices are. Barbara owes me a few favors and one of her specialties is working on multiple personalities. Normally she combines them into one cohesive whole, but as you can now see she has the ability to break you into little pieces as well." Walking over to his bar Scott made himself a double scotch on the rocks before continuing. "Now as we started last week, you are a wonderful asset to the club Roxana. Roxy, well she is just another stupid slut. She doesn't make as much as Roxana does, but she makes a hell of a lot more than Riley." For some reason I reached over and picked up Scott's drink, taking a sip and playing with the ice. It just felt right as my posture settled in. I had vague memories running through my head but I knew some of them were not mine. It was too hard to think clearly about it though. All I could think of was that it was very nice scotch. "I want you, Roxana to start at the club. In order to do so we need to resolve some issues and have you sign a feature contract." One part of my brain was centering on my cut, payout and work schedule. The other part of my brain was wondering who the hell was my head with me. How the hell could I get back home and curled up in my bed? I was so over my head. "Scott I want an 80/20 split with the house covering my nightly fee. I will do private shows but nothing outside of the club." Came out of my mouth but I was not sure where from. Somehow I felt myself settle into Roxana. I began to see things as if I had been a woman who was already a stripper. Scott grinned as he understood that he was negotiating with Roxana not Riley or Roxy. "70/30 split, you cover $100 a night for your fee. By the way that's half of what most girls pay the house. And I can book you every other week for an outside party. Plus you are open game for our high rollers inside" "I get to keep all tips from the high rollers inside and out" I countered. What the hell did that mean, the Riley voice chimed in? "Done" he agreed with a smile. "Now to cover the unpleasantries, If you try to fuck with me or my club, I will have Barbara here turn on Roxy until your ass is sore and you have 4 types of VDs. Next you have an appointment next week with Dr. Patterson for some cosmetic improvements. You will agree to what she suggests, but the club will pick up the tab. You are in the hole until you pay it off at a 50/50 split of your takehome." It would leave me broke for a few months but it was fair. "Last" he continued "Bailey will be going home with you as a monitor" "The new girl?" "Yes, as I was saying, she will be your babysitter until I think you are completely trustworthy. Sierra is going to a club up in Alaska for a few months and I don't trust Veronica. You have her too wrapped around your finger." Bailey had showed up about the time I had started to waitress. She was quiet and reserved with a mousy look. If you looked behind the rail thin figure and stringy red hair, she was kind of cute. She was too fresh faced though and we all wondered what she was doing working in a club to begin with. Now I knew, she must have been a mole for Scott. Barbara chimed in, "Don't forget about his call, Scott" "Oh yes that's critical too. School starts way too soon for young Riley so we have arranged a little diversion. You are going to call Riley's parents and present them with the good news. Riley was just awarded an exclusive scholarship to a private school in upstate Michigan. Riley will tell his parents what a great opportunity it is but that he has to leave this weekend before they get home to take the spot. I know how sad his parents will be to not see him, but I think their big project is about to be extended. "It helps to have clients in high places. The dean of admission and one of the board of directors on your parent's company, both are frequent visitors here." It felt so weird to be discussing 'Riley' as a third person who wasn't in the room. Plus I cringed at what would happen if I said no. My parents could lose their job. I was happy to prolong having to reveal my new look to my Dad. I also got this sick thrill in my current life. It was too much to process but I at that moment, if I was honest, knew I could never go back to being plain old Riley. "Just sign here so we are all legal" Scott finished. I looked over a huge stack of legal papers and weighed my options. That took all of about 30 seconds began to sign, some with Riley, some with Roxana. After the paperwork was done Scott left me in the office with Barbara. She gave me this motherly smile but it felt more reptilian than motherly. Softly she whispered "Riley come home" in my ear and I felt weeks of baggage lift from me. I was my old self. I remembered my junior prom in March and my dad and I going fishing in November. "Riley, now we are going to call your parents and explain the plan. You may feel ok but if you try to say anything not on the script or warn them in any way I will know. Stay with the program and by this time next year Scott will have a new favorite and you will be working yourself back to a normal life." I nodded and figured that once I got my parents on the phone, I could let something slip and they would be back home in hours to check on me. Being a girl felt so right. I needed to figure out what I would do long term. Right now I needed to get the hell away from Scott though. With Riley turned on, I knew what I was doing was against my moral compass. It also scared me that the longer I was there it was like a drug or magnet pulling me away. In 6 months I think I would have gone running back to the club never wanting to leave. I had to take this chance and tell my parents the truth. My own brain fixed the problem for me. 45 minutes later my parents were crying about how proud they were and discussing my flight over to Europe for Christmas break. I had tried to say something once but all that came out was the slogan for BCBG. My face broke and Barbara gave me a conspiratorial smile. As we were saying our goodbyes I tried one more time but ended up quoting the headline for Cosmopolitan's summer dress story. My parents laughed and said I needed some sleep. As I handed over the phone to Barbara, sitting on the edge of desk she hung it up kept her eyes on me. "Only two tries, that's good. Scott had thought five but I assured him you wouldn't push your luck. We can't let that go unpunished though. Now,the demerits will work in the following way. If you have been bad I will slip you the code word and Roxy will pay a visit. It crude but effective and I can see by your eyes that you understand what Roxy will do in your shoes." I licked my lips and figured this was some scam. Sure I had been thinking a little weird but I am sure I was high on something, I felt fine now and I could fight any silly suggestions they had. First chance I got I would just walk out the door and down to the police station. "Just so you understand we are not bluffing. Roxy Rocks Rockets" I wondered how much longer this stupid talk would take, I was aching for some love and I just knew I could work over the new bouncer Ray if the club was slow. And like I had heard, there was an after party later. It was looking to be the blast of the summer It had felt like ages since I got fucked up the ass and I was almost panting in need. I was such a space cadet I couldn't even remember when the last time was. Giggling I started to play with my nipples as Miss Barbara went on and on. She was kind of sexy. I slid to my knees and pushed her thighs apart. A good pussy licking was fun and for some reason I felt like I had been in this position before. Miss Barbara looked down on my with a sexy smile and said "Roxana rules the rest" And I felt cold water run over me. Shit she was not kidding around. Looking up I could see that I was her puppet as some control filtered back. I felt older, not as naive as Riley, but still horny from Roxy. I leaned in and rested my head on Barbara's pussy as she stroked my hair and petted me like a pet. Smiling, Barbara continued "the slut is still there, but just with some brains behind it. I am going to let the three of you stew in your brain. Unless you misbehave, and then I will just flush Riley down your mental tubes and leave Roxy in change" I knew who I was but I didn't want to lose Riley. He was my history and maybe my future. Roxana was what I might become if I embraced my female side but without the conditioning I was not sure who was left at the core. Giving Barbara a smile so she didn't know what I was truly thinking, I finished off Scott's drink and sauntered back out to the door. "My shift started ten minutes ago so I better get on the floor"