CLUB W
by Witchman
Officer Suzy Kim stared incredulously at Chief O’Hara. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You want me to go undercover as a dancer at a strip club? That is like something out of an erotic thriller on Cinemax,” she retorted.
The Chief smiled. “I know it sounds odd, Officer Kim, but we have had some complaints about strange goings on at the club.
Suzy silently huffed. The entire city of Tompkinsville had a lot of strange goings on going on. “What kind of things?” she asked.
“We have reports that there may be prostitution going on, and we want you to go undercover to investigate it. Don’t worry, none of the other officers will be there. You can be discreet. Just report on what you see and hear,” the Chief said.
Suzy paused. “But as a stripper?” she asked.
“Well, it is not as though we can have a male do it. Besides, I thought you might prefer undercover work to riding a beat.”
Suzy flushed, knowing that the Chief was referring to an incident she had reported while out riding along with one of the female officers.
The officer had made a point of pulling over a hot young college kid and making a point of running her hands all over his body, including his crotch, until he had climaxed in his pants.
Amazingly, the Chief had taken no action regarding it.
“Well, okay Chief. It is work after all,” she said.
The Chief smiled. “Great. The place is called Club W. Tonight they have amateur night. Your code name is Sally. Here is the dossier. Good luck, Officer.”
Suzy flashed a fake smile, then left the office.
It was a beautiful clear night and the streets were bustling with people.
As Suzy walked to the club, she thought back on how she ended up in this strange place in the first place.
She had ed the Academy right out of college, and already had seven years of uniform police work.
She liked being a cop in the big city, and got along well with her co-workers.
Her first stint at undercover work had resulted in a big drug bust, but her identity had been compromised, and it was not safe for her to stay.
Her superiors arranged for her to have a temporary transfer to the Tompkinsville Police Force until the trial was over and she could come back home.
Suzy knew she had to get away from the city, and that was why she was assigned to such a remote place upstate, and they were actually paying her more than NYC did; but...
She walked past yet another of the seemingly endless number of strip clubs, bikini bars, peepshow palaces, even temples devoted to sex and erotic pleasure.
Suzy knew that Tompkinsville had been founded in the late 19th century by a bohemian group of sex worshippers. Some said that group had had origins from a pagan sex cult in ancient Europe.
It seemed as though the whole city was based around sex and erotic activities. There were virtually no muggings, robberies, or burglaries. It was mostly domestic disputes, usually revolving around jealous lovers.
There were also many arrests for public nudity and frolicking. Both Cortlandt University and Tompkinsville State College seemed to have hazing rituals that involved a lot of public nudity.
Her co-workers didn’t seem to mind at all.
That was another thing. Suzy knew that she was hot. A Filipino-American in her early 30’s, she bore a strong resemblance to Bella Poarch.
Her co-workers though, both male and female, looked as though they had been cast. Every male was in great shape, with six pack abs and tight uniforms that emphasized their crotch bulge.
The women cops were all hot too, with tight uniforms that barely restrained their heaving bosoms and firm asses.
It seemed to make sense then; in a perverse sort of way, that she would be given such an assignment.
Club W had a vague history. It was rumored to be owned by an eccentric hypnodom, although almost all of the istrative staff were women.
She paused for a moment as she stood in the packed parking lot; looking at the logo for the club.
It was a large, slowly spinning spiral with an even larger W embossed over it.
Suzy stared, watching it slowly spin, until a car behind her looking for a parking space beeped.
Suzy shook her head. For a moment there she had become lost in the spiral.
“Focus,” she thought to herself. “Just observe and report.”
She walked up to the huge black security guard. “I..I’m here for the amateur night,” she said, a bit nervously.
The man smiled knowingly. “Come on in. Welcome to Club W.”
Suzy’s eyes widened as she walked into the packed club. She had never been to such a place before, and had to it that Club W was pretty fancy.
She was also surprised to see a lot of women customers. She blushed a little when she saw a few of the dancers flirting with girl customers.
Suzy herself was straight but had to it that the women working at the club were stunning.
The stage was huge, and a woman was gyrating nude onstage.
Suzy ed a woman dancing in what appeared to be a shower, only she was nude and a large black and white spiral was swirling over her body.
The men sitting at the table in front of her were all staring rapturously.
Suzy paused for a moment. None of the male customers were leering, or being boorish. They all seemed dazed and happy, smiling, some with their jaws slack, dancers whispering in their ears.
Suzy’s eyes widened a little when a woman approached her wearing nothing but garter belt, stockings, heels, a choker, and hoop earrings. “You must be the new girl,” she said. “We have been expecting you. I’m Trixie. Come with me.”
Before Suzy could respond, the sexy woman took her arm and started to lead her to the back of the club.
Every female dancer and waitress she ed would give her a knowing smile, wink, or a thumbs ups, as though they knew something that she didn’t.
She also noticed some of the women customers looking at her with what appeared to be envy.
The woman took Suzy to the back of the club, through a door that was camoflauged in the back wall.
She was then led down a long hallway to a room with a bright light emanating from under the door. “This is one of our training rooms, “ Trixie said, opening the door.
Suzy gasped. There were at least ten other women, in various stages of dressed and undressed, staring at computer monitors.
Some of them were moaning, some chanting, and Suzy blushed when she heard one of them climaxing with a shout.
The woman shrugged. “Some of the girls really get into the training,” she said matter of factly.
“Just relax and watch the video. I will be back shortly,” Trixie said.
Suzy bit her lip, a part of her mind telling her that something was not right here, but she had to stay in character. “Sure,” she said, in an unconvincing flippant tone.
The woman nodded, then watched as Suzy put on her headphones and pushed the “Play” button on the screen.
First the club logo appeared, followed by a brief history on its origins, although it was nothing that she hadn’t already known.
She raised her eyebrows when stastistics regarding strippers flashed on the screen.
She didn’t know that most strippers were either college graduates putting themselves through schools, or that many came from religious backgrounds.
A woman appeared on the screen, with the name “Amber” over her head. She was excitedly describing all the money she made, and what a safe environment it was.
Another woman appeared, this one named “Chloe,” and she described how sexy dancing made her feel.
As more and more women offered their testimonies, the screen began to become softer, and swirling pink patterns of light and sound began to erotically emanate into her ears.
Suzy blinked when the phrase “WATCH THE SCREEN” appeared, followed by “BAD GIRLS THINK, GOOD GIRLS OBEY.”
She tried to rise, but her body felt heavy, and her eyes were drawn to the screen.
Flash.
BAD GIRLS THINK GOOD GIRLS POLEDANCE
Flash.
YOU WANT TO BE A STRIPPER
Flash.
BAD GIRLS THINK GOOD GIRLS WEAR HEELS
Flash.
YOU WANT TO BE A STRIPPER
Suzy whimpered. She felt out of control, but she was also feeling very sexy, and very aroused.
LICK
Suzy gasped as she felt a mouth on her pussy. But from where? And how?
Flash.
BAD GIRLS THINK GOOD GIRLS STRIP
Flash.
MONEY
Flash.
EMPOWERMENT
Flash
YOU WANT TO BE A STRIPPER
LICK
Suzy moaned openly now. She could feel hands stroking her body all over, and a mouth on her pussy, even though she was alone.
LICK
She moaned louder now.
The commands, the flashing lights, the spinning spiral, the phantom touch pussy licking, were all erotically overwhelming her. She lost track of how long she sat there; the craven commands erotically embedding in her mind.
WHEN YOU CLIMAX TYPE PLEASURE
LICK
Suzy screamed in erotic ecstasy, sensually squirming in her seat, her panties crotch soaked in lady lust, her nipples like two erect thimbles pushing through her top.
“Wake up Suzy,” the woman who brought her to the room said, helping Suzy remove her headphones.
Had Suzy not been so dazed by the powerful orgasm she had just experienced she might have noticed that the woman had not called her Sally.
“Follow me to wardrobe,” Trixie said.
It sounded more like a command than a request, so Suzy meekly complied, dazedly following Trixie to a rack of sexy outfits.
Trixie looked directly into Suzy’s eyes. “Strip,” she said.
Biting her lip, Suzy slowly complied, feeling she had no choice.
Trixie’s eyes widened when she saw Trixie leering at her ample 34D bosom. “Perfect,” she grinned.
She handed Suzy a bikini that was little more than three banana peel sized pieces of cloth held together with the tiniest of strings.
Suzy hesitated, then the phrase GOOD GIRLS OBEY flashed in her mind, and she slowly dressed.
“Put on these heels,” Trixie instructed, giving Suzy a silver pair of heels that were sexier than any shoes she owned.
Trixie again looked directly into Suzy’s eyes. “What was the name of your first pet?” she asked.
Suzy thought back to her childhood cat. “Bubbles,” she said.
Trixie nodded again. “That is your stage name. Here, take this bluetooth. You will hear commands that you will follow when you are onstage,” she said, taking the confused young cop by the hand and leading her through a red door that brought them to the back stage.
Trixie once again stared into Suzy’s eyes. “You want to be a stripper,” she said.
Flash.
YOU WANT TO BE A STRIPPER
“ I want to be a stripper,” Suzy said, before realizing she had said it.
“They are cueing you now,” Trixie said.
From the DJ booth, Suzy could hear a booming voice. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to amateur night at Club W. Our next contestant is a good girl who wants to obey. Give a warm Club W welcome to...BUBBLES!”
Trixie gave Suzy a slight push from behind, and the sexy young cop took a deep breath and walked onstage.
She was momentarily dazzled by the bright lights, and her heart was pounding in her chest.
“I Wanna Be Bad” was playing over the speakers.
A voice inside her mind began to instruct her. “Relax Bubbles. Don’t move to the music. Let the music move you.”
Suzy relaxed. It was easier to just go with the music.
“Caress the pole,” the voice said.
Suzy touched the pole, marveling at how cool it felt against her hot body. She slowly spun around it.
“Go with it Bubbles.”
Suzy smiled. Yes, just go with it.
It seemed easier now. Just to shimmy against the poles, to let the music move, to seduce the crowd with her mesmerizing movements.
“Take off your top.”
She did.
Suzy blushed and smiled broadly when the crowd let out a lusty cheer.
It was starting to get to her. Watching the men stare at her, eyes shiny with lust and excitement, knowing that she was having that affect on them, was starting to make Suzy feel really hot.
Without waiting for instructions, she removed her bikini bottom, and now proudly strode the stage, strutting, pouting, winking, being a bad girl.
As the music climaxed, so did Suzy, grinding her engorged clit and wet pussy against the cool metal of the pole.
“How about that ladies and gentlemen?” the DJ announced. “Give it up for..BUBBLES!”
The crowd cheered, and showered the stage with bills.
Suzy hurriedly scooped up the money, shoving it between her magnificent breasts.
She blew a kiss to the audience, then went offstage, collapsing into a nearby chair.
As though on cue, some of the other dancers surrounded her, and began to stroke her sexy, sweaty nude body everywhere.
“You were so hot, Bubbles.”
“You’re such a natural, Bubbles.”
“You belong here, Bubbles.”
Suzy, (or was it Bubbles now?) sighed contentedly, then moaned as one of the knowing mouths of the dancers found her wet mound.
Another scooped up the money and showered it all over Suzy.
Two other girls were sucking her breasts, while two others were stroking her body all over, and two more were whispering ravishing words in her ears.
“Be one of us, Bubbles.”
“ us, Bubbles.”
Suzy/Bubbles came with a shout; climaxing harder than she did when she watched the training video.
The women slowly parted, letting Trixie come forward. “Who are you?” she asked.
For a moment Suzy had a brief memory of herself in a police uniform. “Bubbles,” she said.
“What are you?”
“A stripper.”
“Where do you work?”
“Club W.”
The other women began to applaud, clapping and hugging her.
She felt such a sense of belonging.
As the women helped her dress, Trixie put a CD in Suzy’s jacket pocket. “Listen to this before bed,” she instructed.
Suzy nodded, then Trixie took her out the back way to a waiting town car.
The dancers waved and blew kisses to her. “Come back again Bubbles!” they cheered.
Suzy lay sprawled on the leather seat, her eyes heavy lidded, her jaw slack. The interior of the car was a soft purple that seemed to pulse slowly, and the speakers were playing binaurals.
The female driver looked in the mirror at her dazed enger and smiled knowingly.
“Was I ever so young?” she laughed to herself.
Suzy didn’t how she got into her apartment, or how she got to her bedroom, but she managed.
Her mouth fell open as she counted her earnings. “90 dollars for four minutes work?” she said aloud.
Suzy fidgeted. For some reason, she felt like sleeping nude.
Then she ed the CD. “Who listens to those anymore?” she said aloud again to no one as she disrobed, her body still shiny with sweat and her legs with womanly arousal.
Rummaging through her closet, she found an old CD player with headphones.
The CD had no markings, but she was unconsciously preparing herself to listen, so it did not matter.
She pressed play, and heard the word SLEEP!
She fell back on her bed, eyes closed and mouth open
It was a carnal cornucopia of sexy sounds. Orgasming women, mesmerizing moans, and craven commands of obedience and stripperdom.
Suzy’s jill hand moved to her wet pussy. “I am Bubbles. I am a stripper at Club W,” she said aloud, playing with her pussy.
Her nipples were like sapphires, and when she pinched them she was ravishingly rewarded by a powerful bolt of orgasmic energy going straight to her pussy.
First one orgasm crashed over her, then another, then another, until she was so erotically overwhelmed that she fell into a deep slumber.
The last thing she ed doing before falling into sleep was pressing “Repeat” on the CD player and turning down the volume.
She was Bubbles. She was a stripper at Club W. It was all so clear to her now.
Back at Club W, Trixie commended Chief O’Hara. “ I have to hand it to you Chief, you picked a winner,” she complimented.
“Thanks Trixie,” he replied. “Lucky I still have some friends on the force. When they told me that they had a female cop who needed witness protection I figured she would be perfect for the club.”
“And she will be,” Trixie agreed. “Now for your pay.”
She snapped her fingers, and the Chief fell into a deep trance, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Take him to the champagne room, Daisy,” she instructed a dancer.
“Of course,” Daisy said, leading the dazed police chief to a back room.
Trixie smiled. Hypnotizing the chief of police made life at the club a lot easier. For the price of pussy licking a stripper, O’Hara would periodically recruit hot young police officers for the club. In return he would be serviced by the strippers; although considering that he was a brainwashed obedient pussy slave, it was he who was doing the servicing.
Trixie smiled as she looked around the club. It was a marvel of erotic engineering.
The back rooms were all painted in soft hues with soft lighting, and silent binaurals playing to lull the patrons into a state of obedience, arousal, and suggestibility.
The club played music with subliminal suggestions that kept the customers aroused, content, and compliant.
The flashing lights and trance music did just that; enthralling the customers and ensuring no disturbances.
Trixie smiled again. Life was good here in Tompkinsville.