Reluctant Stripper
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Jack leered at the strippers undulating on stage as he downed the last
of his beer. This was his first visit to this new nude dancers bar. He
was intrigued by the fact that all of the employees of this club were
beautiful women. All the bartenders, servers, and of course the
strippers.
He had run up a sizeable tab, ordering how many, 10 or 12 beers? He had
long ago lost count. He was getting tired, an alcohol-induced drowsiness
was beginning to take hold and he decided it was time to call it quits.
After all he had to be on the job bright and early at 8:00 am which was
only 7 hours away. Snapping his fingers he gained the attention of one
of the waitresses. The last show had just ended and the dancers were
mingling with some of the patrons. A tall and shapely blonde, the
waitress found his tab and told Jack how much he owed. Jack's was
suddenly shocked from his drowsiness when he realized that he had
absolutely no money. He had intended to stop off at the ATM machine
earler but that had slipped his mind. Well, there was nothing to be done
but to explain the matter
"Hey, look. I screwed up. I'm sorry. Then I'll just have to bring you
your money tomorrow."
The waitress was not amused. She made a signal and older woman,
apparently the manager of the club came over.
"What's the problem here, Suzie?"
"This bastard has a fifty-dollar tab," Barbara, "and now says he has no
money."
"Oh, another one of those," mused the older woman who was brunette and
about 5' 8". "Well, you know how to take care of this, Suzie."
Barbara began making vigorous hand signals in seconds Jake's lone table
was surrounded by eight women: strippers, waitresses, bar maids &
Barbara the owner.
"Let me explain something to you, little man. In most clubs when a jerk
like you cannot pay his tab the bouncers will kick his ass and throw him
out. I do something a little different here. When someone cannot pay in
cash I take payment in another form. I have the culprit provide
entertainment."
"What do you mean by provide entertainment?"
"Well in many restaurants you would be required to wash dishes to pay
your bill. But since this a strip club you, will strip for us, whether
you want to or not."
Now the other patrons of the club were curiously watching the scene.
"No way. That is crazy," jack angrily replied. "I'm not taking off my
clothes in here."
"Actually, you don't have to take off your clothes," Barbara laughed.
"We will take them off for you and then help you with your performance.
I think there are more than enough of us to handle you.
Jack look around nervously at the flock of grinning women surrounding
his table. Then reassured himself that these were only women.
"OK, ladies. You know what to do," Barbara mused with a knowing look
that said "What an idiot to think he can take on all of us."
The women now grinning evilly in the dimmed light of the club began
slowly closing in on the lone man.
Jack jumped to his feet certain that he could fight off these women. How
wrong he was.
He tried to fight them. They easily blocked his punches and many hands
grabbed him. As the table and a couple of chairs were knocked over Jack
was shocked to discover he was no match for so many women. Combined,
their strength and weight were too much. He struggled like a wild man
jerking his arms as hard as he could but to no avail. He tried kicking
out but a number female knees had pinned his legs from all sides making
that tactic useless. His anger boiled over and he pushed and pulled even
harder but still made no progress what-so-ever toward freedom from the
now laughing women.
Eventually his manly but useless fight ended suddenly in complete
exhaustion and he sagged in their grip, wheezing like a bus.
"Now where do you think you're going, fella? You haven't given us a show
yet," Barbara softly whispered In his ear as she painfully gripped his
face. He twisted his head to relieve the pain caused by the tight hold
of her fingers. But to no avail. Obviously she could grip his face as
long as she wanted.
But he refused to surrender. In fact, once he had caught his breath he
began fighting again. Because the women had relaxed their hold on him
when he seemed to be subdued, he actually broke free for an instant and
even punched one of the bar maids in the stomach. As she sat down in
pain the others seized him again and quickly ended his bid for freedom.
Again he pushed and pulled as hard as he could and even roared like a
lion. But one lone lion is no match for so many lionesses. Once again he
was rendered helpless by their numbers.
"I won't dance," he asserted. "And you can't make me."
"Oh, we'll see about that. Ladies do you think we can make him give a
strip show?" Barbara mused. They just smiled.
Jack's struggles were again useless as he felt himself lifted into the
air and held in their arms in a sitting position his arms gripped tight
by many hands. He looked like a trophy. In this way his struggling form
was carried past tables and chairs and onto the stage where the
humiliating procession stopped.
Still held in the air between them, he was summarily flipped over on his
stomach.
He fought to make them put him down but because he was pressed so
tightly between the women he was locked in place and could only wiggle.
Suddenly. "SMACK"
Someone had slapped his behind very hard and it hurt like hell.
Then many hands began spanking him rapid fire on his butt and the back
of his thighs.
Again he began to fight wildly to get free. But it was hopeless.
At first he tried to bravely stay silent and not give them the
satisfaction of hearing him cry out. As if he was a heroic captured spy
who refused to talk under torture.
But Jack was no hero. As the relentless slapping hands continued their
frightful work, Jack, knowing he could not stop this gang spanking or
get free, began to break. At first he yelped "OW" intermittently. A few
moments later be was openly crying. At five minutes he was screaming
uncontrollably, the sounds of his screams mixed with the cheering of the
crowd. But the avenging hands kept slapping. His wild struggles now more
an automatic reaction to the horrible pain than an attempt to muscle
himself free.
Then mercifully the slapping hands stopped.
"Now, are going to cooperate and give us a strip show?" Barbara asked
matter-of-factly
Sobbing uncontrollably, Jack did not respond.
Instantly the spanking resumed and seconds later Jack finally
surrendered.
"YES!! YES I'LL DO IT. PLEASE NO MORE!! FOR GOD'S SAKE PLEASE STOP!!"
The spanking stopped again. "Gee, I knew we could make you an offer you
couldn't refuse," Barbara mused.
"OK, ladies it's time for this stripper's debut. He's a little shy so
let's help him out.
Jack was still sobbing as the women lowered him to his feet. The women
then surrounded him on the stage, blocking the crowd's view. And
proceeded to strip and dress him, holding his arms and deftly changing
hands to keep him in their grip and control.
Jack was totally docile as those hands now so gentle might start
spanking.
Someone brought out stripper garb in the form of a skimpy French maid
outfit. First he was forced into a pair of pink silk panties. After
several slaps to the thighs he reluctantly stepped into them. Black net-
style see-through tights were then forced on his legs. They were
followed by silky, white garters with large black bows around each leg.
More slaps to his thighs encouraged him into a black laced mini-dress
that covered from his armpits to mid-thigh. Then they tied on a tiny
laced white apron covering his crotch and not much more. Jack could only
sob and close his eyes. Next his feet were forced into shiny black high
heels. Finally, a cute maid's hat, black with white ruffle trim. The eye
makeup effort failed do to his ongoing sobbing but they were able to
apply a bright pink shade of lipstick.
Their work complete, the women left a befuddled, sobbing and humiliated
Jack in the spotlight. He noticed that his captors had moved rather far
away from him. Through the glare of the stage lights his squinted eyes
noticed that there was a clear path to the exit. He decided to make a
run for it. He could kick off the heels, grab his clothes, including his
car keys in his pants pocket, and sprint for freedom. The women were too
far away to intercept him. If he could get out of the building which
looked promising he would be safe. They wouldn't attack him outside.
That would be too risky. There might be witnesses.
Although it was difficult to see the exit due to the glare of the stage
lights in his eyes, he saw enough to burst his balloon. Although Barbara
and her female crew were not blocking his escape path he saw that at
least twenty more women, apparently patrons, were manning the exits,
arms folded. (Apparently, their male dates had from the beginning
decided not to interfere. When these female exit guards noticed that
Jack had spotted them, they collectively grinned in his direction while
slapping one palm into the other. Obviously it was a warning. They were
looking forward to watching his little show and would not be
disappointed. If he tried to leave they were ready to overpower and
subject him to more spanking. His heart sank. Cruel reality set in.
There would be no escape. It was put on a show or suffer more spanking.
Then the DJ put on a tune. Oh God it was the Can-Can theme. Jack stood
there looking around hoping for a miracle. Silently, he actually prayed
for one. And he thought he heard a soft voice in answer. It must have
been God. "Sorry my child, you made your bed. You will have to lie in
it. You stole and you must pay."
As Jack hung his head in defeat, Barbara, stood beside him with a mic.
"We have a special treat for you tonight," announced Barbara as she
gripped one of Jack's wrists.
"This little guy ran up a tab and did not have any money. We frown on
that kind of thing here. So this fella is going to pay for his drinks by
giving you a show." With that she slapped him hard on the thigh
resulting in a sissy-like squeal.
As a grinning Barbara looked on, Jack took off his heels and threw them
into the laughing crowd. Then. After a female patron rushed up and
placed a twenty dollar bill under one of the garters, he sullenly pulled
off the tights and garters and tossed them. With no place to put the
twenty he tossed it too. He pulled up the mini-dress to his shoulders
but before he could pull it off Barbara stopped him.
"This is not a good performance," she announced to everyone. "It's
boring. It is not sexy and has no energy. He is not even smiling.
She nodded to her band of women who had returned to the stage. "Ladies,
I think this little sissy needs a little encouragement." In a flash they
quickly mobbed a struggling Jack. Up in the air he went again. Face down
and helplessly pressed tight by a mob of female bodies. Held like that
all he could see was the many shapely legs of his captors. He had barely
felt the cool air-conditioned breeze when they pulled gown the pink silk
panties to display his ass and upper thighs for their avenging hands.
"Oh God, no!! Somebody help me. PLEEZE!!!!! HEEEELP!!!!"
Again, a dozen female palms began slapping his squirming butt and the
back of his thighs.
He resumed his screaming and pointless thrashing to get away. But he
could not get free. Or make it stop. It would only stop when they
decided to stop it. He had no say in the matter... except for his
heartbreaking screaming that echoed through the room.
"Are you going to try harder?" Barbara whispered in his ear. He
vigorously nodded his sincere assent. Then they stopped.
After the panties were pulled back up, Jack was put back on his feet and
released. He immediately went into what turned out to be a Broadway-
grade striptease routine that only a threat of more spanking could
inspire. Out of fear he tried to look sexy. He leered suggestively and
provocatively. He tried to mimic what he had seen strippers do
innumerable times. The crowd roared with laughter as he tossed them the
mini-dress. Then the hat. All that was left was the panties. He
hesitated. But then he spotted the women returning to the stage. Before
they could get to him, he bit the bullet and slowly pulled the panties
down and finally completely off. He twirled them on his finger before
letting them fly to the cheering patrons.
Jack started to walk off stage in hopes that the nightmare was over but
was surrounded again by Barbara and her female team. Held tight between
them he was dressed again in the French maid outfit.
Before Jack could catch his breath they bodily lifted him into a sitting
position once again. Like a great prize they carried him from the stage
and through the tables to the female patrons that had earlier blocked
his escape route. They were still by the exit. Barbara and her party
held him naked in the air and in that sitting position, legs apart and
genitals on full display, before the visiting ladies for their
examination. He now could see that they were old ladies. They had to be
in their sixties and most were fat and there were at least thirty of
them now.
Barbara and her ladies set Jack on his feet and thinking he was free to
go made go find his clothes and keys change into his male clothing and
beat a quiet retreat out the door. But he was suddenly surrounded by the
bevy of elderly and gigling female patrons.
"Congratulations ladies," laughed Barbara. "He's your little sissy boy-
girl for the evening. Have fun"
Then looking at Jack she added, "Now be a good little sissy boy for your
mothers."
As the grinning crones closed in he swung at them in desperation, but
missed. Then he was mobbed before he could draw back another punch.
Their bodies pressed tight against him from all sides, he was helpless
to resist as they pushed and pulled him in his cute French maid's outfit
onto the dance floor. His gentle struggles was but a cute amusement to
the ladies. On the dance floor he was made to slow dance with one old
lady after another until the music stopped while the rest formed a
circle around the dancers to assure he did not get away.
From the dance floor he was pulled to a dark area in the back. One of
the women produced a large glass jar full of small pieces of paper. She
put her hand in, swirled and mixed the tiny pieces of paper before
pulling one out. It was apparently some sort of drawing.
She read the writing on the selected paper. "And the winner is...
Myrtle!!"
A short and fat gray-haired woman dressed a tank top and tight jeans and
clapped her hands and sat on a chair the others pulled out for her.
Obviously, Myrtle.
"BRING ME THAT SWEET LITTLE SISSY BOY!!" she bellowed, her big belly
shaking like a tub of Jello.
Seven of them grabbed Jack's arms and pulled him toward Myrtle. His high
heels scrapping the floor as futilely tried to hold his ground
When he was before Myrtle he noticed she had donned a clear plastic
apron. Before he could assess that strange site he was lifted, turned
around and placed on her lap facing outward the seven others tightly
gripping his arms to keep him there.
Myrtle's left hand reached down to pull down the cute pink panties and
his penis plopped into view.
Myrtle held out her right to a grinning woman who lubricated it with
baby oil. Now the reason for the plastic apron became clear. He was
going to be forcibly masturbated.
Those holding him in place began removing the rest of his costume,
pulling the mini-dress over his head and the panties over his legs while
switching hands keep him in place. Soon he was being held naked on
Myrtle's lap.
When her lubricated hand grabbed his penis Jack began to pull his arms
violently to escape. But he was not strong enough to break free of the
grips of the older women holding him in place. Even if he could pull
free there were plenty more of them to help out. He had no chance and
they obviously could spank him as well. So again reality set in and he
once more surrendered to female numbers. In the hands of these older
women he felt more helpless than before. He laid back on the lap, his
head cushioned by Myrtle's pillow-like bosom. He realized he could not
prevent this forced milking any more than he could prevent a thunder
storm. He closed his eyes and waited for the humiliation to be over.
Then Jack had a clever idea. He could still resist them. If he refused
to have an orgasm their fun would be frustrated. So he began to think of
math formulas, baseball scores, anything to distract from what these
women were doing to him. He told himself that he would hold out until
they gave up.
But then Myrtle's other hand reached under Jack's bottom. Her index
finger then invaded his rectum. He tried squeeze and push it out but to
no avail. A sphincter is no match for a determined finger and his
sphincter was quickly defeated. At the same time the ladies holding Jack
down began to fully kiss and lick his mouth, neck and ears. He could no
longer concentrate on Baseball scores as the relentless milking hand,
the probing finger and the kissing mouths were too much. His senses were
overwhelmed and soon he was he was involuntarily humping the hand and
the ladies had hold him tighter. He was also helplessly emitting soft
barely audible moans while breathing heavily.
His powerful forced ejaculation shot cum all over his stomach and chest
and brought forth a loud cheer from the women.
"Can I get dressed and leave now," he whimpered.
His question was ignored as his exhausted form was lifted off Myrtle's
lap. They carried him to a nearby table and laid him on an adult diaper
which was quickly taped up.
Lifted again, he was placed on his knees in front of the still seated
Myrtle. He tried to rise but many hands roughly pushed him back down.
"Well, sissy boy," he heard Myrtle say, "I made you cum now it's my
turn. You are going to make me cum with your sexy little tongue."
Looking up, his eyes grew wide in terror. She had stripped off her jeans
and panties and was sitting with her legs wide open, her fat ass and
smelly pussy on display.
They women dropped their guard just enough for Jack to make a move.
Before they could stop him he jumped up ran. He grabbed his clothes and
keys and sprinted toward the exit. But saw that about twelve of the old
ladies had beat him there. Then he headed for the bar. Maybe run through
the bar and escape through the delivery door. But he would have to get
by Barbara and her cast of thousands. There was no way out.
So Jack had one option left. He quickly hid in a corner, threw away the
diaper and got dressed in his own clothes. Then he ran from table to
table begging for help. But the patrons merely laughed at his comical
pleads, Even the bouncer refused.
"THERE HE IS, THAT NAUGHTY LITTLE SISSY! LETS GET HIM" "OH NO," he
screamed. His matronly pursuers had spotted him and the chase was on.
Though there was nowhere to run to, Jack ran wildly around the club
trying to avoid capture. He ran around and jumped over tables as patrons
jumped and ducked aside. But to no avail. The ladies soon cut off any
escape and surrounded Jack.
As they closed in he desperately tried fisticuffs. But there were too
many of them. He was quickly subdued, stripped naked again and then,
struggling helplessly, he was carried back to Myrtle and placed back on
his knees in front of her throbbing pussy. This time they made sure he
was adequately guarded so he would not be able to get away again.
LICK ME. DO IT NOW!!"
"NO NEVER. I DON'T DO THAT!"
"WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT. LADIES, I THINK IT'S SPANKING TIME," Myrtle
announced.
Jack put up another valiant fight but nine of them dragged him over to
Myrtle and wrestled his struggling form face-down over her lap and held
him there. Then Myrtle began hand-spanking the naked and helpless Jack
on top of his already spanked butt and back of his thighs. The pain was
unbelievable. Jack screamed and tried to get off the lap but it was
hopeless with so many women holding him in place.
"ARE YOU GOING TO LICK ME?"
"NO. NEVER!!"
They ladies knew that It was only a matter of time before the helpless
man would surrender. The spanking would not stop until he did and he
could do nothing to stop it.
Then after about ten minutes...
"ARE YOU GOING TO LICK ME?"
"YES. OH GOD YES. I'LL DO IT!! JUST STOP SPANKING ME. PLEASE."
The slapping palm stopped its painful work. After high-fiving each other
the old ladies lifted the sobbing and defeated Jack from Myrtle's lap
and placed him again on his knees before her.
Reluctantly Jack put his mouth inches away from her pussy. The stench
was nasty. It reminded Jack of rotten tuna fish. Grossed out and
slighted nauseated he hesitated.
"ARE GOING TO LICK ME OR DO YOU WANT MORE SPANKING."
He felts their hands on him again, ready to put him back over the lap.
He closed his eyes, held his breath and stuck out his tongue.
THE END
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