Jamie’s New Job

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By MrGrey

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Jamie Buske whispered to herself, crying. She was
sitting on a bench in the park. It was the only place she could think of to go.
Jamie is a pretty red head, nice figure. She’s wearing a business suit.
“Cutbacks…cutbacks…” she repeated it to herself, almost not believing the
meaning of the word. The word seemed like some kind of a curse on her. Her
whole life had changed an hour ago. And now, here she was, in the park in the
middle of the afternoon, wondering how she was going to break the news to her
daughter that she had lost her job. “Oh…what am I gonna do?”
She stood up, almost getting run over by a jogger hurrying past her. She dragged
her feet down the cobblestone path and out of the park. The droning of car
engines filled the streets in the city. She was surrounded by tall skyscrapers, one
of which housed the law firm she was recently “let go” from. Jamie waited for the
light to change as her and a herd of other people crossed the street.
Everyone seemed so…alive. She felt terrible, like she didn’t matter. Amy would
be so disappointed. Jamie dreaded going home to her. She dreaded going home
to tell her only daughter they would have a very limited Christmas this year. And,
if she knew where he was, she knew her ex-husband wouldn’t be able to do
anything. She was lucky to get child support until Amy turned 18. Since then,
he’s just kind of disappeared, but that’s probably for the best.
Before she realized it, she had reached the parking lot. Her car was already
packed of all her desk supplies. Jamie climbed in and started home. Upon
arriving at their block, Jamie noticed a new business opening across from her
building. It had tinted windows and a big red sign out front that said: NOW
HIRING. She knew this was an important discovery, but she was a little too
depressed to seek a new job on her first day of unemployment. She stored it in
the back of her mind, reminding herself to check it out tomorrow morning.
She pulled into the parking garage, climbing to the fourth level and found her
usual space. She climbed out, grabbing the small box of her things and walked
toward the entrance, head hung low. Normally, she’d still be in the office, working
her butt off. But, here it was only noon, and she was already home. The exited
the garage and entered the long hallway toward her apartment.
Ms. Henderson, the nice old lady that lived next to her, was walking out of her
own apartment and saw Jamie coming. “Why, hello Jamie!” she said cheerfully,
“Home early today?” Ms. Henderson was always in high spirits. She lived alone,
but Jamie and Amy always kept her company.
“Hi Wilma…yeah.”
Ms. Henderson obviously saw that Jamie was not doing well, “Is something the
matter?”
Jamie figured she couldn’t hide it forever, “Actually…yes.” Bursting into tears, she
explained how she was laid off today. Try as she might, Wilma Henderson was
unable to make Jamie feel better. But she did try. After a short dramatic session,
Ms. Henderson wished Jamie the best and they parted.
Then, finally, Jamie was home. Apartment 413. Home sweet home. Unlocking
the door, she wondered if she would still be able to afford it after today. There
were still savings in the bank, but they wouldn’t last forever.
The apartment was empty and quiet. Looking around, she finally appreciated
everything they had, the nice TV, the computer…even the microwave. Jamie
bought all these things when they moved into this apartment three years ago.
They were bought with the money her secretary job had provided. Now, that job
was nonexistent.
“I can’t do this…” she said to herself, placing the box on the computer desk. The
afternoon went by pretty slow. She fixed a small lunch, sat around watching
soaps (which she never could do before) and basically just waited for Amy. She
was at school right now. Preparing herself for the life ahead of her. Thinking of
this made Jamie angry. What life? The life that someone just decides to ruin
because some rich assholes are spending too much money on hookers and
other exotic luxuries? What a joke… Cutbacks…
Then, the door opened. Jamie calmed herself down as Amy came walking in,
book bag hanging off of one shoulder. Amy’s red hair was pulled back in a
ponytail. She was wearing one of her typical turtleneck sweaters. Jamie always
thought of her daughter as the most beautiful girl in the city, but, then again, what
mother didn’t? Amy turned around to find her mother sitting on the couch. Her
eyes widened a bit, wondering what was going on, then she smiled, “Hey mom!
Take the day off?”
Jamie didn’t smile back, but rather scooted over on the couch, making room for
Amy, “No honey, come sit with me. We need to talk…”
Amy took the news rather easily. She was such a smart girl. She calmed her
mother down, who once again started crying, and told her how everything was
going to be okay. Amy offered to get a job herself, but Jamie told her that
wouldn’t be necessary, because she was determined to find a new job, a better
job, and make things right again. They hugged, and went about their day as if
nothing happened.
Amy and her mother were very close. They had been living alone together for
several years now since her father ran off with some pretty blonde. She rarely
spoke to him anymore. Her past birthday had passed without a call from him, so
she just gave up on him.
She came walking out of her room to find her mother on the couch, looking
through the newspaper. Amy had been doing her homework. Jamie looked up
and smiled, “Hey hon. All finished?”
“Yep,” Amy flopped down on the couch next her mom, “How bout you?”
Jamie just scoffed and looked up at her daughter like she was crazy, “You
kidding? There’s nothing out there.”
Amy laid her head in her mothers lap, “I’m sure you’ll find something, Mom.”
Jamie kissed her daughters head and continuing looking. They sat their for about
half an hour, then Amy sat up and told her she was going to bed. They kissed
again and Amy retreated back to her room.
Jamie sat alone in the living room for another hour or so. She flipped through the
TV for a while, never really watching anything, before she gave in to her fatigue.
It had been a long day.

Jamie was peacefully asleep when she was startled awake. She bolted upright in
bed, making perky breasts bounce out of her nightie. She adjusted herself and
looked around at what had awakened her.
She almost didn’t notice it, but her entire room was now bright red! “What the…”
she said to the empty room. She realized it was from a light from outside. Her
window was open, and through it a glowing red light was illuminating her room.
She spun around onto her knees and crawled to the window overlooking her bed.
Her nightie rode up her back, exposing her naked bottom.
Anticipation gripped her as she peered out the window. She was appalled by
what she saw…
THE KITTY CAT CLUB
GIRLS!! GIRLS!! GIRLS!!

“My God…” she almost couldn’t believe what she was looking at, “Some nasty
strip club opened up right across from my home!” A huge neon sign with a cat in
shades smoking a cigar was shining into her room. This was horrible! She
couldn’t allow her daughter to live in a place like this. After all, this was supposed
to be the good part of the city.
“That must’ve been the place that was hiring before,” she muttered to herself,
“Guess I can forget about that now…” She pulled the curtains down, blocking the
horrible red glow, and spun back around to lay her head back on the pillow.
As she began to drift off to sleep, she faintly heard a slow beat coming from
outside. Obviously, the club was now open for business and the soft sound of
techno music creeped Jamie’s ears. At first, this aggravated her even further, but
after awhile, the rhythmic thumping became almost hypnotic as it sent Jamie off
to sleep.

Dreams of naked bodies and erotic scenarios filled her head that night. She
unconsciously pulled the covers off of her in the night and began rubbing herself.
Jamie pulled her nightie up and buried her hand in her crotch.
In her mind, flashing lights surrounded her. Even thought she couldn’t see, she
knew there were people out there, watching her. They were yelling at her,
laughing, and saying all sorts of terrible things. The worst part was that she was
naked.
She felt so vulnerable and weak. Jamie knew there was nothing she could do.
She was trapped here. But…there was something about it that excited her. In her
bed, Jamie picked up her pace, working on her clit. She ran her hand up her side
and cupped her breast. Running her fingers over her nipples, she could feel it
coming. Her legs spread out further and she brought her other hand down on
herself and began fingering herself in her sleep.
In her dream, she was embarrassed. She was ashamed. Everyone was gawking
at her and pointing. She tried to cover herself up, but something was stopping
her. She just wondered around. The lights were pointed at her, following her
wherever she went.
Then, she was cumming. She moaned softly in her sleep and her hips bucked to
her orgasm. It seemed to never stop as she continued rubbing. Jamie gradually
slowed down as the orgasm faded away. Then, it was over. She didn’t even
wake up. Jamie rolled over to her side and slept better than she had slept in
years.

The sun slowly crept up, filling Jamie’s room. She was curled up in the bed,
nightie still pulled up to her back. She felt the warm light on her ass and stirred.
She breathed in deep and rolled over on her back, opening her eyes.
Jamie felt…different. It was good. Apart from having the best sleep of her life, she
felt like a new woman. She sat up in bed, stretched, and smiled to herself.
Her lazy eyes were barely open and still adjusting to the morning light, but she
stumbled to the bathroom. She stopped to admire herself in the mirror. I am a
pretty woman, she thought, grinning at herself, I’m not going to have any problem
getting a job.
Jamie walked out of her room, passed by Amy’s, and found her way to the
kitchen. It felt a little weird not going to work today, but Jamie was feeling a little
more confident than yesterday. For some reason, she just knew everything would
work out.
Amy was away at school, so Jamie had the whole house to herself. She fixed
breakfast, watched some morning talk shows, and showered. She put a towel
around her and went to look for an outfit. She decided she should look her best
today. Because today…she was getting a job. She decided not to go with her
normal conservative wear. Jamie normally wore business suits to work. But, she
thought a better first impression might not be with a “business-look”. She picked
out a nice, cleavage-revealing blouse and a long skirt. Jamie figured a more
casual look would look better.
She grabbed her purse and walked out of her apartment, heading toward the
elevator. She went to the ground floor and walked out onto the street. She didn’t
feel like driving today. Instead, she walked directly toward The Kitty Cat Club.
Jamie crossed the street and walked up to the front doors, then stopped. A look
of concern crossed her face. Why did I come here? she wondered. Wasn’t this a
strip club? The windows were all tinted, so she couldn’t see inside. Jamie
gathered all her courage and opened the door, then walked inside.
She entered a small room. It was very dark in there. No windows or anything.
When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw another door with a tall man in
shades standing by it. “Can I help you?” he said with a grin. Must be the bouncer,
she thought.
“I–uh, no thank you,” she said nervously, then slipped back out the door. She
was back on the street, and out of breath. What am I doing? I can’t work at a strip
club! I’m against anything like that! she scolded herself. Jamie was very
confused. Something was making her want to come here. It was as if she wasn’t
thinking clearly.
Then, the thought of Amy entered her mind. She had to find a job. No matter
what it was. Desperate times call for desperate measures… she thought, then
slowly walked back to the entrance.
Once again, she walked into the dark room. She looked around, waiting for the
light to adjust. She heard the man again, almost laughing to himself, “Ma’am, can
I help you?”
She slowly walked over to him, “Um…yes. I–uh…I need a job,” she laughed
nervously, trying to sound relaxed, “But not…a…um…dancer. You know? Do you
guys need…like a secretary or something? Computer work? That’s what I’m
really good at.”
The man laughed and reached for the doorknob for the door he was guarding, “I
think you’ll find what you’re looking for right though here…”
He opened the door. Jamie was almost knocked back by the suddenly blast of
sound coming from the club. She couldn’t hear the music before, but when that
door opened, a steady techno beat came out. Jamie was surprised that it wasn’t
hurting her ears. In fact, it kind of calmed her.
She could barely see anything through the door, but the tall man waved her in
and she nervously walked through. A thick cloud of smoke hung in the air. Jamie
normally hated cigarettes and cigars, but, this time, it didn’t bother her. Strange…
she thought. She didn’t think about it for very long. Her attention was too
entangled by her surroundings. Spotlights spun around the different stages. A
few girls were dancing for several small groups of men. Most of the men weren’t
even watching, they just sat there and sipped their drinks. There was a bar to her
right with a young man behind it. He stopped mixing his drink and looked up at
Jamie and smiled. She flinched away, not wanting to make eye contact with
anyone.
She began to get scared. What the hell am I doing here? she wondered. But, her
worries went away when she heard a voice behind her. “Well, hello there…”
Jamie spun around and was faced with a woman wearing a sparkling black
dress. She had jet-black short hair and had a long cigarette in her mouth. She
took a drag, lifted her head up and blew a plume of smoke in the air. “You must
be the girl Maynard was talking about.”
Who? Jamie thought, but then figured that must be the tall man. “Uh…yes, I
guess I am.” She smiled, trying to be pleasant. But, this woman did not seem
very pleasant. First of all, she had on too much make-up. She may have thought
that made her look attractive or something. Jamie could only look at her and
wonder what attractive means to her. Also, that damn cigarette going back and
forth from her lips. There was nothing Jamie hated more than women smokers. It
just seemed so…unladylike.
The woman took Jamie’s arm and led her to the bar. “So, you’d like a job?” She
sat down, motioning for Jamie to do the same.
Jamie did as she was told, not wanting to be rude. “Yes, I would.” The woman
didn’t say anything. Jamie tried to keep the casualness going, so she continued
talking. “You see, I was fired–well, they don’t actually use that term, that’d be too
honest…I was “let go” from my job yesterday. Now, I desperately need a place to
work. I’ll take anything.”
The woman grinned at Jamie. She took another drag from her cigarette, turned
her neck and exhaled, but not taking her eyes off Jamie. “Good. We could use
another girl. We just opened up and we have kind of a small staff.”
The woman began to get up, but Jamie stopped her, “Wait…I–uh…another girl?”
The woman said nothing. “You don’t mean another…dancer…do you. Cause, I’m
not here for a job as a dancer. I just want a desk job or something. Surely you
guys have phones here. And paperwork…”
The woman laughed and looked at the bartender. He joined her. Jamie looked
back and forth between them, wondering what the joke was. The woman gently
touched Jamie’s arm and motioned for her to follow her. She led Jamie down a
dark, smoky hallway. Her right hand held her cigarette, palm up, as the other
rested on her hip. Her ass shook back and forth hypnotically as she walked. At
the end of the hall was a small office. The name Jacquelyn Kent was on the door.
“Please have a seat, honey.”
Once again, Jamie did as she was told. “Um, Ms. Kent–?”
“Quiet,” Ms. Kent held her hand gently up to Jamie’s mouth, closing it. She
gracefully walked over to her desk and picked up a remote control. She hit the
button and a soft, trance-like music came on. Jamie looked around for speakers,
or a stereo, but could find neither. This is quite a high-tech place, she thought.
The music had a slow beat to it with a droning sound in the background. It was
kind of relaxing… “Now…” Ms. Kent began to speak, but stopped and looked at
Jamie, as if she wanted her to complete the sentence.
Suddenly, Jamie knew what she was waiting for, “OH! It’s…uh, Jamie. Sorry.”
“That’s quite alright, darling. Now….Jamie. You say you want a job here, right?”
Jamie nodded her head, “Right.”

Ms. Kent sat behind her desk and tapped her cigarette in a small black ashtray.
“But, you say you don’t want to be a dancer?”
Once again, Jamie nodded. This time she added a smile.
“Honey, that’s all wrong.” Jamie’s smile dropped. “Jamie, if you want to support
your daughter…”
“Amy.”
“Amy. Jamie, if you want to support Amy, dancing…is the perfect way to do it.”
Jamie shook her head slowly and laughed a bit, “Ms. Kent, I don’t think–”
“That’s just it,” she interrupted softly, “You think too much.”
Jamie didn’t understand what she was trying to get at, “Wha–”
“You think too much, Jamie. Wouldn’t it be nicer to just…let those thoughts go?
Just do what your heart wants?”
Jamie thought about this. Maybe she’s right…she thought. She’d tried to tell
herself that this was crazy, but her thoughts were getting a little foggy.
“Listen to me Jamie,” Ms. Kent stood up and walked around her desk and leaned
against it across from Jamie, “Look into my eyes.” Jamie couldn’t help herself.
This woman was so convincing. “Just listen to the music…”
It is pretty music, Jamie thought. Her head tilted to the side and her mouth began
to hang. All she could do look at Jacquelyn Kent’s eyes. She couldn’t believe she
didn’t notice before how beautiful they were. Jamie was losing herself in them.
“Jamie, you should be a dancer for my club,” she smiled at Jamie. She ran her
fingers down the side of Jamie’s face and cupped her chin in her hand. “Doesn’t
that sound good? Jamie, the Kitty Cat Club stripper.” The music continued it’s
relaxing beat, it seemed to go on forever…
Yes…stripper…, Jamie thought dreamily. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered and she
snapped out of her daze. “Oh my…I–uh, I don’t think so, Ms. Kent. I’m sorry.”
She picked up her purse, stood up and backed away toward the door. “You have
a lovely place here, but…I really don’t think it’s for me. Sorry.” With that said, she
opened the door and stepped out.
Jacquelyn took another drag from her cigarette and blew it out. She pressed it
into the ashtray and stood staring at the door. Then, a smile crossed her face.

Jamie emerged from the Kitty Cat Club to find that it was already dark. “What the
f–” It was early afternoon when she went in there. How long was I in there? she
wondered. Her head was still fuzzy, like she had just woken up.
She stumbled across the street and walked back into her apartment building. The
elevator seemed to take forever. For some reason, she was in a hurry to get to
her apartment. She felt…vulnerable for some reason.
She finally reached her apartment and found it already unlocked. Walking in, she
found Amy lying on the couch. “Hey mom.” She noticed Amy was wearing a
shorter skirt than she normally wear. Normally, Jamie was lecture her about it,
but she figured she was just trying something new.
“Hey honey, how long have you been home?”
She was flipping through the channels, not even looking up to answer her, “A few
hours. Where have you been? Job searching?”
Jamie nodded her head and placed her purse on the kitchen counter.
“Any luck?”
Jamie’s thoughts were still floating around, like her brain had started break away
before, and now she was gathering the pieces again, “What honey?”
Amy looked up at her mom, “I said, any luck. Are you okay mom?”
“Oh. Oh, no. I mean, yes, I’m fine. But no luck,” she gave her daughter a
reassuring smile and cooked them a small dinner.

That night, Jamie’s dreams returned. The red light from the Kitty Cat Club sign
was still shining brightly in Jamie’s room, but she had drawn the curtains before
getting to bed. But, the music was still seeping into her brain…
This time, she could see men surrounding her. They were shaking their hands in
the air, whistling, and shouting all sorts of rude comments to her. Except, this
time, Jamie wasn’t scared.
She slowly shook her hips back and forth, rubbing her hands from her chest
down to her thighs. A gold bar stretched from ceiling to floor and she grabbed
hold of it, whipping herself around it. She planted her foot as the base of the pole
and spun herself around and around, before stopping herself and dragging her
crotch down the length of the pole.
In her bed, Jamie cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. Her hips slid back
and forth across the bed. Her hands found their way down to her crotch as she
began rubbing herself like last night. She could feel the cold metal from the pole
on herself.
In her dream, her gyrations began to speed up as she rubbed herself harder
against the pole. The men were getting more and more excited. She put her
hand behind her head and held onto the pole with the other.
She rubbed herself harder and faster until she came. Her body jerked and her
legs lifted off the bed. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth formed an “O”
as the orgasm flowed through her.
Then, it was over. Her body went limp and she lazily rolled over. Once again, she
slept like a baby. Except this time, a smile was on her face as she slept.

Jamie woke up, half naked again, but still didn’t notice the changes that were
going on in her head. She was in unusually high spirits that morning.
Amy was at school again, so Jamie had the whole apartment to herself. She
didn’t bother to adjust her clothes this time. Her left tit hung out while she wiggled
down the hall. Her underwear was hiked up her ass and her cheeks shook as
she walked.
She had a quick breakfast and took a shower. When she was done, she didn’t
think to put a towel around her as she walked around the apartment. She
normally did this, even if no one was around, but today, she felt like being a
little…naughty. She picked out a much shorter skirt than she normally wore. She
had bought this skirt when she had been flirting with a man at work, but it didn’t
work out. She hadn’t worn it since. I really should make use of these nice clothes!
she thought, happily. She picked out a tight fitting blouse and put it on.
Jamie then looked over her shoes for the perfect pair. She found some high
heels that she usually only wore to formal parties. Since she was determined to
get a job today, she figured she should look presentable. Stepping into the
bathroom, she applied a good bit of make-up and teased her hair up a bit.
Looking over herself in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw. You sexy thing…
she thought, Now to find the perfect job… With a confident grin, she left the
apartment. Once again, she bypassed the garage and went straight out the front
doors.
Once on the busy street, she unconsciously went in the direction of The Kitty Cat
Club. She didn’t even notice where she was going. As far as she was concerned,
she was just browsing. Jamie reached the doors of the club and walked straight
in.
“Hey Maynard,” she said casually, walking past him. He held the door open and
nodded at her. She breezed in and looked over the place. The beats of the music
circling the club pounded into her head. Wait…Why did I come here? she began
to wonder, but her thoughts were quickly distracted.
“Jamie! So good to see you!” a voice said. Jamie looked up to see Jacquelyn
Kent sitting at the bar, watching one of her employees gyrating hips on stage.
There was a slightly bigger crowd now, even for an afternoon. “I knew you’d be
back…” she said, as Jamie walked up to her.
“Well, we didn’t get to finish yesterday,” Jamie said, smiling. Isn’t it because I
wanted to leave? she thought, but lost track when Jacquelyn began speaking
again.
“Well, let’s step into my office, Jamie…” Ms. Kent led Jamie back down the
smoky hallway. The music from the club began to fade away as she was led
further back. “Have a seat.”
Jamie did as she was told, again, and looked up at her future boss. “Ms. Kent,
I’m not entirely sure why I came her–”
Ms. Kent leaned over her desk and placed a finger on Jamie’s mouth with a
gentle, “Shhhhhhh…”. Jamie’s eyes looked confused as she stopped talking. Her
mouth hung open as Ms. Kent retracted her arm and picked up a remote off her
desk. She hit a button and more techno music began playing in the small office.
“You talk too much Jamie… Just relax… Okay?”
Jamie thought this over, I talk too much? Maybe I should relax… The music
danced inside her ears as she looked deep into Ms. Kent’s eyes.
“This is very special music Jamie. You want to know why you keep coming back
here?” Jamie nodded. “Well, I like to make subliminal tapes, Jamie. You’ve been
hearing music every night haven’t you?” Jamie nodded again, trying to figure out
where this was going. “How about dreams? Have any strange ones lately?” Ms.
Kent grinned as Jamie nodded some more. Jamie’s arms hung limply at her
sides as she listened to the pretty music. “Well, the music you hear every night is
making you desire to become a stripper. Have you always wanted to become a
stripper, Jamie?”
Well, of course! she thought to herself. She just nodded her head in response to
Ms. Kent’s question. Her head felt like it was filling with helium and floating away.
“Yes… You’ve always wanted to be a stripper… At least that’s what you think…”
Ms. Kent grinned and picked up the remote back off the desk. She pointed it in
the air and clicked a button. The music went silent, then came back alive with a
slightly different beat. “This music only works on certain people. We wouldn’t
want your whole building applying here. But, we knew someone would show up.
And here you are…”
The new music was making Jamie even more light headed. Her eyes fluttered as
a grin crossed over her face. A tiny giggle escaped her lips.
“You should be feeling pretty…yummy…right now…” she continued smiling as
she caressed the side of Jamie’s face. Jamie closed her eyes and snuggled up to
her hand, still smiling. “This nice piece of music is called our Bimbo mix. The
more you hear it, the dumber you’ll get, the sluttier you’ll get…then you’ll be
perfect for the job. How are you feeling Jamie?”
Jamie looked up at her with half-open eyes. “Uhhh…fine….” She ended the
sentence with another giggle.
“Now, of course, you won’t remember any of this. But, you’ll go home. Confindent
that you’ll find a new job. You won’t worry about applying anywhere else. You’ll
take care of your daughter and just live your life as you normally would. But,
every night…I’ll be playing this song for you…” She lightly tapped Jamie’s face,
causing Jamie to giggle more. “…and every night…you’ll get dumber…” she
tapped the top of Jamie’s head, ” …and sluttier…” she said slipped her hand
down Jamie’s blouse, grasping her breast, “…just perfect…”
The music shut off and the room was silent again. Jamie’s eyes fluttered a bit
and she seemed to regain her composure. “Wha–what happened?”
Jacquelyn stood up and walked back behind her desk, “What do you mean?”
Jamie looked really confused, “Umm…I dunno. Something…” She couldn’t quite
figure out what she wanted to say. Something was wrong. She breathed in
heavily and stretched. “I guess nothing.” She stood up and started toward the
door.
“We’ll be calling you, Jamie…” Jacquelyn said, lighting another cigarette.
Jamie nodded nervously, anxious to get outside. She opened the door and
walked out.

PART 2
Jamie walked down the busy street. Her head still felt a little fuzzy from her
meeting with Jacquelyn. She tried to remember what exactly they talked about.
Do I have a job now? she wondered. She couldn’t remember if Jacquelyn had
agreed to hire her or not. Sure, being a stripper isn’t exactly the most respectful
job for her, but, she needed something.
Stopping at the crosswalk to her building, she glanced down at her outfit. Well, I
guess I could be a little more adventurous now that I’m gonna be a stripper! she
thought to herself. None of these thoughts seemed strange to her. They all
seemed perfectly natural. Jamie decided to walk to the clothing store down the
street before going home.
The store was called Wild! and was targeted more toward the teenage
generation. Jamie walked inside and browsed through their selection. Mid-riff
baring tops, short skirts, leather, lace…this was mostly all they had. Jamie had
never worn stuff like this before. She wondered if she’d be able to pull it off…
Of course, she’d have to. Soon, she’d be topless on a dance floor. She’d have to
learn to show off more of her body.
Looking to her left, she noticed a mirror and her reflection looking back. I really
do have a nice body. Why am I so ashamed to show it off? she wondered.
Finally, she decided to throw caution to the wind and buy herself a new
wardrobe. She still had plenty of money saved up, and now that she had a job,
she could spend a little! This could be fun…. she thought.

Jamie emerged from the store. Her ass looked great in her new tight leather
pants. Her bra was visible through her see-through shirt. It was unbuttoned down
to the top of her bra to show off some cleavage from her 34B chest. This isn’t so
bad, she thought, I should’ve done this a long time ago. She held several bags of
clothes in her hands as she looked up and down the street, watching various
men stealing glances of her. It gave her a little bit of a thrill. She was getting a
little excited thinking about how she would be showing even more when
Jacquelyn calls her!
Why does that excite me? she wondered.
Jamie began to think this was all a bad idea when a voice yelled at her, “Nice ass
honey!” She spun around to see a group of construction workers across the
street staring at her and making other obscene gestures. “Bend over for us!
Make our day!”
A look of disgust crossed her face as she realized that these were the type of
men she would be entertaining. The men boo-ed as she began to walk back
toward her building. More whistles and hoots followed her as other men
commented on her looks.
When she arrived home, she ran directly for the bathroom and flicked on the
light. She stared at herself in the mirror. “What are you doing Jamie?” she asked
herself out loud, “This isn’t you. You’re a respectable woman, not some stripping
tramp!” She stormed into her room, throwing the bags of clothes on the floor and
unbuttoning her see-through shirt. Next, she pulled off the leather pants and
stood there in her room in just her bra and panties.
She walked back into the bathroom and looked herself over again. She cupped
her tits in her hands and gave the mirror a sexy glance. Jamie arched her back
and slowly pulled the bra off, letting her tits drop down. Slowly, she shook her
chest back and forth, making her perky tits bounce. She stepped back and forth
in front of the mirror, as she were performing on a stage. “I can do this…” she
said, “I can strip…” Jamie grabbed her nipples and pulled, “Would you like a lap-
dance sir?” she asked in a breathy, sexy voice.
“What are you doing?”
The sudden voice behind Jamie, startled her. She spun around to find Amy
standing there with a funny look on her face. “What? What do you mean?”
“Who are you talking to?” Her book-bag hung off one shoulder as she stood there
in her T-shirt and jeans and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a
ponytail.
“Ummm…no one, sweetie,” Jamie laughed nervously and stepped past her
daughter.
Amy just shrugged and rolled her eyes at her strange mother, “If you say so…”
She walked back down the hallway and into the living room.
Jamie walked back into her room and shut the door. She picked out one of her
normal outfits and went back into the living room. She and Amy sat together and
watched TV like normal and had dinner. Amy had school again tomorrow so she
kissed her mom goodnight and went to bed early. Jamie decided to go to bed
early and went back into her room.
She decided not to wear anything to bed tonight. Her naked body felt good on the
cool sheets. She also decided not to close the curtains tonight. The red glow was
kind of relaxing…and that music…it was so soothing…

The sun slowly crept up to Jamie’s naked body. She grinned as she felt the
warmth spread over her. Jamie stretched and sat up.
She felt great! She couldn’t stop smiling for some reason. It felt like she was
walking on the clouds as she walked, naked, to the bathroom. She stopped and
looked at her reflection, “Hey there sexy,” she winked.
After showering, she put on a short red skirt and cut-off t-shirt. She decided to
wear a thong today. She giggled to herself as she imagined the wind blowing her
short skirt up and showing the whole street her ass.
She then skipped out the door and headed outside. Out on the street, the hoots
and whistles were even worse. But, for some reason, she just took them as a
compliment. I wonder why I got so mad yesterday? she thought. Smiling at all her
admirers, she walked towards the Kitty Cat Club.
She winked at Maynard the doorman as he slapped her ass as she walked by.
Jacquelyn greeted her instantly, “Hey there Jamie. Feeling pretty good I
imagine?”
Jamie laughed as a shot of vodka was handed to her, she took it and gulped it
down as if it were a routine with her, “Shit, I feel great!” Jacquelyn looked pleased
at this. “I don’t know, Jackie…It’s like I’m a whole new person today!”
“Well, you may find yourself becoming more and more new every morning…”
Everyone laughed at this, including Jamie, even though she didn’t really get it.
“Come with me back into my office Jamie.”
Jamie walked back with her and sat in her usual chair. “So, when will I be starting
at the Kitty Cat Club, Jackie?”
“Soon dear, soon. But, I’d like to talk to you about your daughter,” Jamie’s smile
drifted away after hearing this, “What’s wrong, hon?”
“What do you want with Amy?”
Jacquelyn laughed at Jamie, “Oh don’t worry, we don’t want her to dance for us,
“Jamie, breathed a sigh a relief at hearing this. “She’s a smart girl. I just figured
she could help me out a bit.”
“You?” Jamie didn’t understand what Amy could help Jacquelyn with.
“Well, with you for one thing.” Jacquelyn pushed her remote button and music
began playing in the room.
Jamie began to get worried, but that was soon replaced with a feeling of
tranquility. A smile grew on her face… “With me? What could Amy do with me?”
“Well, we’ve added a few things to your special song…” Jacquelyn walked around
to the front of her desk and leaned against the edge. “You see, the song only
effects your mind. That way, we don’t get every woman in the building coming to
work for us. We just liked you…and now you’re here.” Jamie giggled a little at
this. “Now, we’ve added a new message for your daughter during your song.
She’s going to find herself becoming more and more…dominant…over you. You
in turn will become more and more submissive to her, while still becoming the
ditzy bimbo that we want to dance for us. Hopefully, Amy will be able to speed up
your process by disciplining you properly and breaking your will down.”
Jamie’s eyes were half open by now, not even really understanding what she
was being told. “Cool…”
Jacquelyn laughed, “Yes, it is cool I suppose.” Her pussy was getting a little wet
seeing Jamie like this. “Jamie, how’d you like to eat my pussy?”
Jamie’s eyes fluttered, “What?”
“How would you like to eat my pussy, Jamie?”
There was silence for a minute as Jamie processed this information. Was she
really asking me this? she thought. “I–uh–I’ve never done that before…”
“Oh that’s okay,” Jacquelyn said, lifting her skirt and laying back on the desk,
“Just lick it, kiss it, rub it, play with it…” She wasn’t wearing any underwear and
was shaven smooth.
“I–I don’t know about this…”
“Yes you do Jamie. You love this…” She reached for the remote and switched the
music to a more upbeat dance song.
Jamie’s head felt even more fuzzy, “Sure, Jackie…” She leaned forward and
slowly licked up her cunt lips and flicked her tongue around her clit.
“That’s my girl. You’re doing great.”
Hearing this made Jamie feel even better. She started to get into it now. She
shoved her tongue past Jackie’s pussy lips and licked inside her. Jacquelyn
moaned and grabbed a handful of Jamie’s hair. “Lick it you bitch!”
“Yes ma’am,” Jamie answered back and furiously licked all over Jacquelyn’s
pussy. Jamie’s fingers found their way down to her own pussy and began
working her clit. She did this while working Jacquelyn’s clit with her tongue.
“Good girl…ugh…keep doing that…” Jamie did as she was told and flicked up and
down Jackie’s clit, while slipping her fingers in and out her own cunt. “That’s
it…you slut…I’m cumming…Oh god…I’m cumming!” Jamie came the same time
Jacquelyn did. They both moaned and screamed as the orgasms surged through
their bodies.
Jacquelyn straightened her dress and sat back up. Jamie sat back in her chair
with a smirk on her face. “How was that?” Her eyes were innocent like a child
talking to their parent.
Jacquelyn pulled a cigarette out of her desk drawer and lit it, “Perfect, honey.
You’re gonna fit in just fine here once your training is over.” Jamie smiled, excited
that she would soon be working here. “Now once again, you won’t remember any
of this. But, the changes going on between you and Amy will seem perfectly
natural to you, okay?” Jamie nodded her head. “Nice outfit by the way…” she
said grinning.
Jamie blushed and smiled, “Thank you, Miss Jackie.”
“Now get going, we’ll call you in a few days.”

The next few days went by quickly. Amy began to get in trouble at school for
talking back to her teachers. Lately, she had become so bossy. Jamie hardly
noticed a change, she just wished her daughter would be a little more respectful
to her elders.
One night, Jamie had been wearing one of her new outfits. It was a low-cut
blouse with a mini-skirt. When Amy saw what she was wearing, she just scoffed
and started to walk away. Jamie stopped her, “What?”
Amy turned around and said smugly, “Just thinking how badly you must want to
get laid wearing an outfit like that…” then turned around and walked back to her
room.
Jamie was speechless. Her daughter had never talked to her like that. But, the
weirdest thing was how Jamie didn’t even scold her. Normally, she would’ve
slapped some sense into her, but, now, she just felt ashamed. As if she was let
down that her daughter didn’t approve of her.
On top of that, Jamie was beginning to have trouble doing the simplest tasks.
One morning, she couldn’t even remember how to work the microwave. She
stared dumbly at it for a few minutes before Amy walked past her and pushed the
button to open it for her. Jamie scratched her head and thanked her daughter.
“Dumbass…” Amy muttered as she walked past.
Then, another day, Jamie was trying to balance her checkbook. Subtraction just
seemed so difficult now. She walked back to Amy’s room and had her do it for
her. Amy was naked, spread eagle on her bed with a vibrator in her pussy when
Jamie walked in. Amy didn’t even stop when her mother came in, she just calmly
asked, “What do you want?” and continued pistoning the vibrator in her cunt.
Jamie didn’t quite know what to say, “I–uhh–need your help.”
“Well, make it quick. I was almost there…” She sat up and walked over to her
mother, still ass-naked.
Jamie held up the pen and her checkbook, “I have $1500 in the bank, then I
spent $1000 yesterday… How much is in the bank now?”
Amy lost it, “You spent one thousand fucking dollars yesterday!? What the fuck
did you buy? A goddam television?”
“N–no… Just some clothes…” Jamie felt a little embarrassed.
“Some? Doesn’t sound like ‘some’.”
“But–”
“Shush…” Amy held her hand up to Jamie’s face, silencing her, “So we only $500
in the bank?” She looked angry.
Jamie trembled, “I–I don’t know. Do we?”
Amy sighed and walked back to her bed and sat down, “You need a fucking job.”
“I know…”
“I’ve seen you prancing around that strip club. Are you getting a job there or
something?”
Jamie was a little startled at the mention of the strip club, “N–no. They say I’m
not ready yet.”
“Well, we need to get you ready…” She laid back on the bed and picked her black
vibrator up again, “First thing tomorrow, we need to get you looking like a
stripper.” Jamie started to protest, but was cut off again by Amy’s hand, “No buts.
Now get out so can finish up here. Unless you’d like to finish me yourself…” Amy
smirked at her mother.
Jamie just turned around and walked out.

Jamie woke up the next morning feeling much happier. For some reason, the
thought of letting her lovely daughter help attain a “stripper” look seemed fun and
exciting. She bounced out of bed, nude, and walked to the living room.
She found Amy in there, nude as well, smoking a cigarette. Jamie was a little
surprised by this, “Amy, I didn’t know you smo–”
“Hush,” she took another drag and pointed at her mother, cigarette between her
fingers, “You need to go get dressed so we can go to Dr. Roberts office today. I
scheduled you an appointment for noon. That’s two hours from now, get moving.”
Jamie decided not to worry about her daughter’s new smoking habit and just did
as she was told. Every now and then, she’d get distracted by accidentally rubbing
her hand across her pussy. A rush of pleasure would sweep over her. Looking
down at her pussy, she decided she should shave herself. She had never done it
before, but she figured she would give it a try anyways.
An hour later, Amy was knocking on the bathroom door, “What the hell’s taking
so long, mom?” Amy opened the door to find her mother sitting on the toilet,
shaving cream all over her inner thighs and holding a razor.
“I–I can’t figure out how to do this…” Jamie was talking like a child caught
stealing cookies.
Amy sighed, “Christ…I swear you are a fucking airhead, mother…” She walked
over to her mom and knelt down on her knees. “Hold still, “she said. Amy then
proceeded to shave her mom’s pussy. She kept the cigarette in her mouth, every
now and then talking out of the side of her mouth, “Shit…fucking late…Dammit…”
When they were finished, Amy picked out something for Jamie to wear. She
chose a skimpy tank top and a plaid, skirt. When Jamie was dressed, Amy
looked her up and down, “Not perfect, but not bad either.” Jamie smiled proudly
at her daughter’s compliment. “Okay, get in the car.”
Amy drove to the clinic. Jamie tried to change the radio station, but Amy just
smacked her hand away. Jamie didn’t bother to argue, she didn’t really feel like it
was her place to argue with Amy. After all, a mother should show her daughter
some respect…
When they arrived at the clinic, Amy flicked her cigarette onto the gravel and
stomped it out. “Alright, come with me, mom.”
Jamie followed Amy into the clinic, “What are we doing here?”
Amy wrote her mother’s name down on the sign in sheet by the front desk,
“We’re getting those tits of yours enhanced.”
Jamie gasped, “What? My tit– I mean my breasts are perfectly fine!”
Amy turned around and slapped Jamie’s ass. Jamie jumped and rubbed her
stinging behind. “Just keep your mouth closed and I’ll have you dancing for top-
dollar at that club.”
They both sat in the waiting room for about fifteen minutes. Amy read a People
magazine. Jamie looked through a Highlights book. Reading was getting a little
tough for her, but the pictures were still nice. Finally, a young nurse walked in
and called Jamie’s name. Jamie looked at her daughter to see if that was her
cue. Amy nodded and Jamie smiled and stood up. They both followed the nurse
through the back hallway and into a small room. She left them in the room and
told them the doctor would be in shortly.
When she left, Amy looked at her mother with a small grin on her face, “I’d like to
fuck that nice piece of ass. How about you?”
Jamie didn’t really know what to say, but she didn’t have to answer, because the
doctor came walking in then. “Hello Jamie. You looking for an enhancement
today?”
She barely opened her mouth to answer when Amy said, “Yes she is.”
Doctor Roberts seemed a little confused, but continued anyway, “Alrighty, how
big were you thinking about going?”
Jamie began to answer again but was interrupted by Amy again, “Take her up
about a 34E.” She looked at her mother and smiled. Jamie looked like she was
about to protest, but caught sight of Amy’s face turn serious. She mouthed out
the word, “Hush” at her. Jamie closed her mouth.
“Okay, we can do that. Jamie, would you come with me please?”
Jamie followed the doctor back through the door and down the hallway…
PART 3
“Mom…” The world was swimming around in Jamie’s head. All she could see was
a black, abysmal void stretching on forever. A soothing voice was calling to her,
“Mom?”
Then another voice spoke up, this one sending Jamie into a paradise of
pleasurable feelings, “Jamie… Oh Jamie…”
Her chest felt like it weighed two hundred pounds. She was tired and weak.
Finally, the blackness began to fade away to daylight. She was in a room. Her
room. Two silhouettes were peering down at her. She was on her back, in a bed.
“Wake up, Mom…” Her daughter was gently tapping the side of her face, stirring
her consciousness. “Wake up to your new life…” Jamie could see her daughter
smiling. She tried to speak but all that came out was a whisper of vowels. She
was horribly thirsty.
The other figure turned out to be Jacquelyn Kent, from the strip club. What’s she
doing here? Jamie wondered. “Wake up, Jamie, you sexy thing…” Every time
Jackie spoke, Jamie felt wonderful. Her voice was like a warm blanket, protecting
her. “You need to see how beautiful you’ve become in the last 24 hours!”
A handheld mirror was thrust in her field of vision. It took Jamie a moment to
readjust her eyes, but when everything cleared, she was appalled by what she
saw. First of all, a pair of obvious, fake silicone tits had replaced her normal
chest! Oh my god… Jamie thought. She was naked and helpless in her bed. After
noticing that, she saw that her hair had been dyed a bright, platinum blonde and
teased up. This isn’t happening… she thought. Make-up had been applied to her
face, making her look like a cheap hooker. What’s happened to me? Jamie
began to get scared.
“Wh…What..h-happened…to…m…m…me?” Jamie asked with all her strength,
fighting not to break into tears.
Jacquelyn spoke up, “Oh honey, you’ve just gone too long without your pretty
music to listen to.” Suddenly, Jamie felt a little better. She felt like she would do
anything for Ms. Jackie… “This is what you wanted! Remember?”
She couldn’t. Everything was a blur. Did I really ask for this? She didn’t
remember ever asking for such a thing as this. This was just too much. “I…I didn’t
a-ask for th..this…”
Jamie watched as Jackie lit a cigarette, laughing. She then watched as Jackie
passed the cigarette to Amy, who joined the laughing. She took a long drag and
held it out to Jamie, offering. Jamie mouthed out “no” and Amy shrugged, placing
the cigarette back in her own mouth.
Jackie leaned down and kissed Jamie’s forehead. Jamie couldn’t help but smile.
She then noticed a remote control in Jackie’s hand. She pushed a button and
music began playing through the room. “But you don’t need to worry, my darling,”
Jackie said, caressing Jamie’s face. “I brought you your very own CD as a get-
well gift. Now you can listen to it all day long…” She leaned down and kissed
Jamie on the lips, “So go back to sleep, baby. When you wake up, you’ll feel so
much better…”
She was right. Everything faded to black and Jamie was asleep.

“Uhhhh…like, where am I?” Jamie said to herself. She soon realized that she was
in her room still. Amy and Jackie had left. Jamie felt great though! She giggled to
herself as she stumbled out of the bed. The soft music continued to play on a
loop from her stereo. She opened the door and walked out into the hall. “Hey,
like, where are you guys?” Jamie looked around the living room, not finding them
there. She pouted as she began to twirl her hair, thinking with all her might. She
didn’t even think to check Amy’s bedroom.
She heard some muffled voices in Amy room, luring Jamie towards it. She
pressed her ear up to it and listened…
“Damn, Amy, you lick pussy like a pro! You sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Mmmm…positive, Ms. Jackie. You’re my first.”
“Well, I’m sooooo (Oh!) impressed. Your mother is a lucky lady…”
“Oh please, she’ll be the one on her knees with me.”
“Maybe we should go check on her. Finish me up, hon…”
After that, various moaned, groans, and screams rang through the hallway.
Jamie listened to her daughter bring Jackie to orgasm. It was too much for her
though. Jamie sat in the hallway, naked, and played with herself, imagining the
scenario in there.
Then, the door opened. Jackie and Amy were shocked, then amused, to find
Jamie rubbing her clit in the hallway. Jackie walked up to her, “Jamie, honey.
How are you feeling?”
Jamie was a little surprised by this question. She smiled and licked her fingers,
“<slurp> Like, Jamie’s totally fine, Ms. Jackie ma’am!”
Amy was amazed. She knelt down next to her slutty mother. “Mom? Do you feel
any different than you did a few hours ago?”
Jamie thought about this. She stood up, with a look of frustration on her face.
“Uhhh…What do you mean? Different…” Jamie pondered this difficult question .
Amy turned to Jackie, “It worked. She’s a fucking moron!”
Jackie smiled, “Yep, and I bet she’s ready to fuck anything that moves right now.”
“I suppose your right…” They watched from the hallway as Jamie skipped off into
the living room, sat on the couch, spread her legs, picked up Amy’s vibrator off
the coffee table and plunged it into herself. She was giggling the whole time.
“She definitely won’t have any protests about stripping now.”
Jackie smirked, “Hon, we could get her to do anything we want her to now.” Amy
grinned. “Now, don’t you have a CD of your own to go listen to?”
Amy realized Jackie was right and rushed back into her room and closed the
door.

That night was Jamie’s debut. She was a little nervous about getting in front of
the big crowd of people. It was Friday night and the Kitty Cat Club was packed
full of drunk, horny men. There were old men that came in by themselves, never
moving the whole night other than sipping at their beer. There were the groups of
white-collar businessmen that had told their wives they were all at a meeting.
Then, there were the college kids that were excited to be there, but still a little
nervous to get up close.
Jamie was backstage with Amy. “Are you, like, sure I’m ready for this, Amy?”
Amy had a cigar in her mouth. She took a drag and spit out the smoke while she
answered, “Quit worrying. You’re fine. Just go out there, shake your ass around,
swing your tits back and forth, keep your pussy covered and bring me back every
penny you’re handed.” She was wearing a skimpy, sequin-covered black dress.
Jamie heard her music start to come over the speakers and she knew it was her
turn. She gave her daughter one last nervous look and stepped through the
curtain.
A spotlight splashed down on her. The crowd quieted down a bit as the music
slowed down to a steady pumping beat. A strobe light flashed overhead as Jamie
stepped down the catwalk. She had a string bikini tied around her and high heel
shoes. A few hoots and hollers went through the crowd and she slowly swayed
her hips to the music. She was obviously nervous.
Suddenly, a dollar bill was held up in the air. She smiled and walked towards it. A
dark-haired man with a mustache smiled, holding the bill just out of her reach.
Jamie got down on her knees, putting her crotch at eye-level to the man. She ran
her hands down her body, caressing her inner thighs. She kept eye contact with
the man, seducing the dollar away from him.
He reached into his pocket and took out a twenty. His smile grew as Jamie
reached behind her back, still keeping eye contact. She tugged at the bikini
strings and smiled as the top slid down her body and onto the stage floor.
She began slithering around the edge of the stage until the man tucked the bills
into her G-string and sat back.
She danced for a few other men. Then the music stopped. Her face turned red
and she held her arms over her chest as she slowly stepped back through the
curtains. A few confused claps went through the audience as the next girl came
out.
Amy and Jacquelyn were waiting for Jamie backstage. Jamie was still a little
embarrassed. Jackie smiled at her, “Not bad for a first time, darlin’.”
Amy looked a little angry. She pulled the assortment of bills out from Jamie’s G-
string, “Is this all you got? Damn, you’re gonna have to do better than this…”
“Now, now, Amy,” Jackie said, tapping Amy’s arm, “Jamie here is a little new to
this world.” She then leaned over to Amy and whispered something in her ear.
Amy’s expression didn’t change. She just thought about something for a second
then said, “Are you sure she’s ready for that?”
“Well, maybe not, but it will definitely pave the way for other things. And besides,
I can make her ready…” Jackie and Amy then turned back towards Jamie, still
topless. “Come with us Jamie.” She took Jackie’s hand and was led down a
hallway into a room marked “PRIVATE”.
The room was very smoky with a dim red glow hanging over it. Two other girls
were grinding against two guys on opposite sides of the room. Velvet couches
lined the walls. Jamie was led to a corner occupied by a red-faced gentlemen in
a business suit. He gulped down a shot of whiskey and smiled at the
approaching group of girls.
“This is Mr. Hannigan, Jamie.” Jamie was shaking as she nervously smiled at the
man. He nodded and grinned, eyeing her up and down. “Mr. Hannigan is one of
our most valued visitors. I trust you can make his stay worthwhile…” With that
said, she took Amy with her and whisked away the other people in the room,
stating that the room would be temporarily closed.
Jamie was now alone in the room with Mr. Hannigan. He didn’t say a word but
stared hard at her, waiting for her to start. But, Jamie wasn’t entirely sure what
she was supposed to do with this man.
“I–uh…I’m not sure what I’m doing here…”Jamie explained. Mr. Hannigan didn’t
respond, he didn’t even seem to hear her. “I don’t know what Jacq– er, Ms. Kent
told you, but I’m not…” Her voice trailed off as music slowed began to fill the
empty room. It started off slow and soft, but grew steadily into a loud techno beat.
The beat worked its way into Jamie’s head, making her feel a pulsing tingle
throughout her body. Her head began to feel as if it were filling with air. “I–uh…
What do you want me to do, sir?” she found herself asking. Was my voice
getting…higher? she wondered.
“Well, for starters, you could show me those big knockers you got there…” Mr.
Hannigan answered.
Something deep inside Jamie’s head told her to slap this asshole across his
smug little face and storm out of there, but, her body reacted differently. She
found herself blushing shyly as she pulled her bikini off again to let her fake tits
come splashing out. “Like this, sir?” Jamie wasn’t sure why she needed
reassurance from this guy, but she did nonetheless.
“Perfect darlin’. Now let’s see that snatch of yours…”
Once again, Jamie felt something about this just wasn’t like her, but, once again,
she found herself doing exactly what he said. She yanked her bottoms off and
tossed them to the ground displaying her pussy, cleanly shaven by her loving
daughter. “You like?” she asked hopefully.
“Perfect again darlin’. Now how ’bout comin’ over here and sittin’ on daddy’s
knee,” the man glared.
Jamie giggled and bounced over to him. The music continued it’s hypnotic effect
on Jamie, reducing her to her earlier state at the apartment. She seated herself
on Mr. Hannigan’s leg, almost clumsily falling backwards. “Oops! <giggle>” She
ran her hand across Mr. Hannigan’s inner thighs, hungrily licking her lips.
“You wantin’ a taste of what’s in there?” he asked confindently.
Jamie’s face lit up, not even questioning her behavior anymore, “Oh, could I?! I’d
be, like, totally grateful!” She fought with the man’s zipper until he undid it for her,
she giggled again and reached inside, biting her lip, to see what she could fish
out. When she felt the soft flesh of his cock, she gasped and greedily wrapped
her hand around it. Yanking it out, she cooed and gazed at it’s size, “Wow,
mister! You’re dick is, like, sooo huge!”
“I know it is, baby. Why don’t you wrap those slutty lips around it and give me
your best blowjob…” he said, suggestively.
Jamie thanked the nice man for letting her suck him off and dropped her head
into his lap, engulfing his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, shaking her
head side to side to work it further down her throat. She knew she had to get it as
far down as she could, since that’s what boy liked.
There she sat, ass-naked on the floor of a strip club, sucking a stranger’s dick.
She didn’t even think that there was anything wrong with this. It seemed like a
daily activity of hers at this point in her conditioning. The old Jamie was fading
farther and farther away to be replaced by the slut on the ground.
“Ugh…Those tits real baby?”
She pulled her mouth free for a moment, “No way, sir! They’re totally fake!” She
smiled proudly and went back work.
Mr. Hannigan dropped his head back, relaxing as Jamie finished him up.

“So, how was your little session in there?” Jacquelyn asked. She, Amy and Jamie
stood in the hallway of the club together. The crowd had slowed down a bit as
the morning hours approached. Amy had another cigar shoved in her mouth.
Jamie had to think a bit, then giggled, “Hee hee! It was cool. Mr. Hannigan let me
suck his cock for a bit. I asked him if he could fuck me for a little bit, but he said
that wasn’t what he was here for…” She pouted, fantasizing about being bent
over that couch with a cock shoved in her cunt.
Jackie and Amy exchanged glances, smiling. Jackie then put her arm around
Jamie’s shoulders and began walking her to the door, “Well, you may have a little
more fun tonight as we try out a new “branch” of our club…” Jamie frowned at
Jackie, trying to figure out what she was saying. “Don’t worry about it, honey.
You’ll see what I’m talking about tonight. Why don’t you go home, get some sleep
and have a great afternoon until you come back to see me?”
This seemed to please Jamie as she smiled and nodded. Jackie took Amy aside
and began explaining their plan, “Just take her home and keep an eye on her.
Put her to bed, but don’t forget to play her CD for her. Then, take her out when
she wakes up and get her…prepared…for tonight,” Jackie grinned evilly as she
said this.
Amy grinned, “Yes, ma’am…”
Jackie patted Amy on her ass, “And don’t forget your little CD, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am…”
“You don’t want to slip back into your old personality do you?”
Amy stopped. She had to think about this for a second. What was she talking
about?
Jackie grinned at the confused teenager, “You do remember your old self, right?”
“Ummm…” Amy thought hard, “A…little…”
Jacquelyn laughed a bit at the silly girl, “You used to be an uptight little goody-
goody, remember?”
Amy looked around nervously, “Kinda…”
“Well, trust me. It’s nothing you want to bring back. So keep listening to your
CD’s and you’ll stay just as assertive and in-charge as you are now!” With that,
Jackie sent the young girl on her way.
Amy didn’t realize it, but the CD’s she was agreeing to listen to were slowly
turning her into a dominant slut. She no longer had any real cares for her mother
except to shape her up so she can bring some money to the family. She knew
she had to get Jamie on the streets tonight, so she drove her mother home and
sent her to bed for the time being.

Amy took a nap along with her mother. When they woke up, Amy got her mother
ready, which meant painting her face up with slutty make-up and dressing her up
in the nastiest clothing she could find. Today, Jamie would be wearing a black
vinyl top and mini-skirt outfit, complete with fishnet stockings and five-inch heels.
Jamie’s huge tits spilled over the top.
Amy turned her mother’s “special” music off as she applied Jamie’s make-up.
Amy couldn’t quite figure out why her mother was acting so spacey lately…
“So, like, where are we going today?” she asked as Amy applied her mascara.
“Shut up, it’s hard to do this when you move that slut mouth of yours…” Amy
replied, not even hesitating about talking to her mother like that. Besides, Jamie
just giggled. “But, anyway, since you asked… We’re going to “brand” you today,”
she said with a big grin.
Jamie stared at her daughter with a confused look, “Uhhh…brand? What’s
brand?”
Amy just snickered, “You’ll see, now shut up I said…”
She finished up with her mother’s make-up, fixed her hair and they both were on
their way. They walked up and down the city streets. The sun was just beginning
to set so the city was filling up with more and more people. Jamie and Amy both
had their share of stares and whistles as she strutted sluttishly down the streets.
Amy was wearing a leather one-piece dress that came down to just below her
ass. Her short black hair, that looked just like Jacquelyn’s, seemed so different
from Jamie’s dumb blonde style showed everyone around them who was in
charge.
“Come on, you little bitch, we’re going in here,” Amy directed her mother.
Jamie stopped and looked up at the sign, “Taaa…Tat….Toesss…. Tat toes?”
Amy laughed at the dumb bimbo, “No, dummy. Tattoos. They do piercing here
too. Now, come on.” She grabbed Jamie’s hand and pulled her inside. They
browsed around the shop, looking at the huge assortment of stuff. They had
barbells, tongue rings, nose rings…anything. And just about any tattoo a girl
could want.
They stood and watched another young girl get a butterfly tattooed on her ankle.
The girl winced and yelped at the sharp needle. Jamie looked on with interest,
“This doesn’t look so bad. Like, butterflies are pretty…” She giggled and looked at
her daughter for agreement.
“Well, don’t get your hopes up, cause we aren’t here for butterflies.”
A heavily tattooed and hairy man walked up to them, “You broads need help or
somethin’?”
Amy spoke up, “Actually, I want to get this slut here fixed up.”
He looked at the grinning bimbo, “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“That’s it bitch…” the tattooed man grunted, “Suck that cock.” Jamie was on her
knees, nude, with her head bobbing up and down on the stranger’s dick. Across
her lower back, the words “Professional Cocksucker” were now permanently
written. “That’ll teach ya to come in my parlor with no money…”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her down on her big cock as he
came down her throat. Stifled giggles came out the side of Jamie’s mouth as she
gulped down his load. He let her up, out of breath and collapsed back in his
chair.
Jamie stood up, whipped her mouth, licked her hand clean, and began to get
dressed. Her huge nipples hoops dangled from her tits as she fought with her
pants. A tongue stud now graced her mouth, as did another ring in her left
eyebrow. The words “DUMB BITCH” draped her upper chest and the words
“CUM HOLE” sat above her hairless cunt.
She stumbled back outside just as Amy was finishing her own tattoo of “BITCH”
written across her arm. Amy took Jamie’s hand and led her outside. It was dark
outside now, streetlights illuminating the busy roads. Amy looked her mother
over. “Perfect…” she smiled at her creation. She had turned her mother into a
nasty whore. Just as she had wanted…
Is this really what I wanted…? she began to wonder, slowly beginning to realize
something was wrong. The sight of her mother covered in tattoos and piercings,
and the fact that she had blown the owner instead of paying had begun to bring
her back to reality. “M-mom, w-what have I done?”
Amy looked at her own clothing. Why am I wearing this? she asked herself.
Tears began to filled her eyes. Jamie’s dumb brain could still figure out that this
meant something was wrong, “Like, what’s the matter Amy? I’m sure the nice
man will let you suck his cock too…”
Amy was getting frustrated, “That’s not what’s bothering me, you dumb slut!” She
flinched at her own words, not believing she was speaking this way to her
mother. It was coming out unconsciously. She knew she had to do something…
Then, she noticed something.
“What’s on your neck, Mom?”
Jamie began to try to peek down at her own neck, but Amy just grabbed her
arms and held her still. The words “Property of Amy” had been branded around
the side of her mother’s neck. Amy was a little confused at this, but then found
herself grinning. “Perfect!” The smile returned to her face as her worries
subsided.
Jamie looked even more confused, “Why were you crying, Amy?”
Amy just slapped her mother’s ass, “Hush up, whore! Now let’s get you to the
club. You have quite an interesting night ahead of you…”

PART 4
Jacquelyn smiled proudly at her creations. She stood in the back of the club
watching Jamie’s strutting her stuff on stage, bringing in tons of cash. She could
see her daughter yelling instructions to her from back stage. Jamie’s shook her
titties, giggling the whole time. Men cheered and begged for more. She was
clearly enjoying being a stripper now. When Jamie’s song was over she waved
goodbye and ducked behind the curtain. The crowd was very pleased with her
dancing and begged her not to leave.
Jackie walked backstage to find Amy puffing on a cigar and counting Jamie’s
money. “How’d she do?” Jacquelyn asked.
Amy looked up with a smile, “Much better. This little bitch is gonna make us a lot
of money.”
Jamie beamed proudly. Her eyes lit up at the mention that she was doing good. It
made her so happy to please Miss Amy (Amy had insisted that Jamie only call
her Miss Amy). Last night she had called her just Amy as usual and ended up
having to lie across Amy’s knee and get spanked while she yelled, “Sorry Miss
Amy! Sorry Miss Amy!”
Jackie walked up to Jamie and ran her fingers through her hair, “Such pretty
blonde hair. It looks so much better than before. Don’t you think so Jamie?”
Jamie giggled, “Like, totally better! Girls, like, look so much prettier when they’re
blonde.” She said it almost like a mantra.
Jackie looked back at Amy, “But, doesn’t Amy look so much better with her black
hair than that blonde color she had before?”
Jamie giggled and nodded again, “Oh totally. Miss Amy is, like, so sexy. I just do
what ever she says.”
Jacquelyn was happy. She almost completely reversed the mother-daughter role
these two had. Amy was completely in charge of her mother, and neither of them
had any idea why, nor cared. “Jamie, would you like to have another job were
you can make even more money?”
Jamie looked like a child on Christmas Eve, “Oh yes, Miss Jackie! Like, what
does Jamie have to do?”
Jacquelyn took her hand led her back through the club and outside. Jamie was
only wearing a bikini top and a thong. Her ass jiggled as she walked on her tall
heels. Amy followed behind them into the street.
Jackie turned to Jamie and talked very slowly so as not to confuse her, “Now
Jamie, you’re going to walk up and down the sidewalk. But, be sure to walk sexy.
Do you remember what I taught before about walking?”
Jamie looked around for a minute, trying to find the answer in her slowed down
brain. Finally she had it, “Oh yeah! Like, you said…Tits out! And…um….wiggle
ass?”
“Very good, Jamie!” Jackie said, sounding more like a grade-school teacher.
Jamie smiled and glanced at Amy, who then nodded in approval. “Now, when
you’re walking sexily, cars packed full of boys will stop and want to talk to you.
You tell them that you love fucking and sucking cock, and that you’ll fuck and
suck theirs if they give you twenty dollars.” Jacquelyn emphasized these last
words so Jamie won’t forget. “Can you remember all that?”
Jamie nodded, “Totally.” Jackie then asked her to repeat back what she said.
“Ummm…Jamie’s ‘posed to, like, walk around shaking her ass then tell boys in
the cars to fuck her!”
She stopped her, waiting for her praise. Instead, she received a hard smack on
the ass from her daughter who asked sternly, “What else, Jamie Slut?”
She thought about this for a minute, “Oh yeah! Jamie gets twenty dollars!”
Jackie nodded, stroking Jamie’s hair. She told her to hurry along and to come
back to the club when she sun starts to come back up. She watched Jamie turn
away from them and head down the road, smiling and waving at cars. Turning to
Amy, she said, “That ought to keep her busy for a while…”

“So, like, you gotta give me twenty dollars…”
“Twenty dollars? Do you really wanna charge me, baby?”
“Well…no…not really, it’s just that I’m supposed to and stuff…”
Jamie had been to three customers already, and hadn’t made one dime. She
couldn’t quite figure out how, but all the guys she had banged this evening had
tricked her into fucking them for free. She was starting to get a little frustrated.
“Tell you what, baby… Why don’t you just hop in the car and we’ll continue
discussing this while you suck my cock?”
This sounded more than good to Jamie. Her mouth had been watering for some
more dick to suck since the last guy. Even though it was only about an hour ago,
she needed cock to suck, it was like an addiction. Except, this wasn’t an
addiction she wanted to quit.
With a slutty smile, she climbed in the stranger’s car.
The two sped off into the night. They were heading towards a bad part of town,
but Jamie didn’t really notice since she ducked her head in the man’s lap right
after she got in. Anyone passing by the man’s car would have easily been able to
see a slutty woman’s head bobbing up and down while the man drove around.
Then, suddenly, they stopped.
Jamie kept sucking and sucking until the man told her to stop. “Okay, baby,
okay… We’re here.”
Jamie wiped some cum off her lip, stuck her finger in her mouth and looked
around with a childish curiosity. “Where’s here?”
The man opened his down and zipped up his pants. Getting out of the car and
straightening his tie, he said, “Here is my place. I live here.”
Jamie climbed over the driver’s seat and stumbled out of the car, almost falling
on her high heels. Her bright blonde hair hung in her face, so she tossed her
head back, making her left tit fall out of her top. “You gonna take me inside and
fuck me?” She ended this sentence with a ditzy giggle.
“Sure, baby. Follow me…” With a strange grin, he motioned with his finger for her
to follow him. Jamie’s tit still hung out of her dress as she followed him toward
the dusty apartment building’s front door.
Leading her inside, the man headed up a staircase and walked down a long
hallway. Reaching the end of the dimly lit hall, he pulled a key out of his pocket
and opened the door.
Jamie walked in after him and looked around. “Yeah, like, I can’t see nothing!”
she said with a bit of worry in her voice. But, her worries were replaced with a
tinge of fear when the lights were flicked on. She was in an empty room,
surrounded by naked men. About ten guys, varying in a age and race, stood
around the room, staring at her with hungry eyes.
Jamie was definitely not expecting this.

Amy and Jacquelyn sat in Jacquelyn’s office. Soft music was playing in the
background.
“So, what’s this big plan you have?” Amy asked, sitting in front of Jackie’s desk.
Jackie lit up a cigarette and turned the soft piano music up louder. “Well, Amy.
Your mother is probably, right now, being gang fucked by a group of men I hired
to finish off her…transformation.”
Amy didn’t know what to say, “What do you mean? What transformation?”
Jackie laughed, “Oh, honey, you really aren’t very bright. Don’t you think your
mom has been asking a little strange lately?”
Amy was a little insulted. Her scoffed, “Shit, that’s just the kind of bitch she is.
Just a worthless little whore, you know?”
Jackie was enjoying this, “Well, don’t you think you yourself have changed a bit
recently?”
Amy didn’t say anything. She just squinted her eyes a bit, thinking.
Jackie continued, “Look here, darling…” She produced a picture of Amy. It
showed a giddy, smiling girl with dainty blonde hair and fuzzy turtleneck sweater.
“Does this look familiar?”
Amy didn’t know what to say.
“You and your mom have been going through some changes…”
Amy relaxed in her chair a bit as the music flowed through her brain. Such pretty,
pretty music, she thought.
“…and I’m afraid by the end of the night, the changes will be complete.” Jackie
smiled, proud of herself, “I hired a man to pick your mother up at exactly three
o’clock, which was about thirty minutes ago. He has music playing at his
apartment as well, that’s putting the final touches on your mom’s transformation.”
Amy groggily asked, “Music?”
“Yes, deary. Music. Much like the music you’re hearing right now, and probably
think is just soooo relaxing…”
Amy was getting a little worried now. What’s happening to me, she wondered.
Her heart rate never increased though, in spite of her oncoming fear. She kept
calm. She didn’t have a choice with that beautiful music playing.
“This music is going to finish you up as well, “Jackie said excitedly.
“Finish me up?”
“You bet. Soon, you’ll be a dominant little tramp. Just itching to pimp you’re soon
to be empty-headed slut of a mother around the city. You see, I can’t change you
too quickly, or the process could be ruined. It has to occur gradually before I can
play the final tape. You can feel it now can’t you? You can feel your old
personality slipping away forever…”
Amy was definitely scared now. She could feel it though. Her eyes drooped as
she tried as hard as she could to grab hold of the nice young woman she used to
be, holding it close to her.
But, it was no use.
“Don’t do this…” she pleaded, sounding drunk. “Please, don’t do this to us…”
“Oh honey, don’t worry yourself. You won’t care in just a few more minutes. Then
it’ll all be over… Your mother’s probably having the same worries right now…”

Jamie was on the floor. She felt the cock penetrate her ass with a surge of pain
and pleasure that sent of nervous smile across her face. “Ummm…like, wait a
minut–Omph!” Her words were cut off by a random dick being shoved in her
mouth.
Why am I doing this? Why aren’t I stopping them? she wondered.
Loud techno music pumped in the background. It was the same music that she
had been hearing since The Kitty Kat Club had opened. She could feel it
penetrating her mind with a harder force this time. She knew she was losing
control…
Cock pumped in and out of her holes as the men took turns with the helpless
whore. Her thoughts raced through her head, wondering how she had ended up
with this lifestyle. But, then her thoughts would shift to how big that cock dangling
in front of her face was…
Maybe I should suck it for him, she thought.
She leaded forward, opening her mouth to catch the dripping cum from it. Then,
slurped the cock up and all the way down her throat. Looking up at the man, who
she didn’t even know the name of, that inch in the back of her mind returned.
Looking down at herself, covered in cum and sporting a set of obvious fake tits,
she began to feel disgusted with herself.
This isn’t me… she told herself. I’m a total slut! What’s wrong with me!? What
kind of mother am I? Amy must think–
The thought of Amy cut her worries short. The thought of Amy silenced her
thoughts. She remembered that Amy was her keeper and that she must do
whatever she says. And Amy told her to fuck as many guys as she could tonight!
And that’s what she was going to do!
With more confidence, she backed her ass up to the man behind her and asked
him to fuck her ass with his big long dick. He was happy to oblige.

“That’s right, Amy…” Jackie said soothingly, “Just let your old personality drift
away. That’s it…”
“No… This isn’t me…” Amy insisted.
Jackie circled around Amy, who was still sitting in her chair. “Sure it is, honey.
You’re a bitchy, horny, bossy slut, who is always wanting to please anyone who
asks of course. But, your mother is no longer your mother. She’s just your
personal slut. A slave…for you to do with as you please…”
Amy shook her head slowly, “No…”
“Yes…”

The music was ripping through Jamie’s head now. She knew she didn’t have
much longer. It wasn’t a secret that she was being erased and being replaced
with this whore she had become.
“Open up, bitch!” one man yelled.
Normally, she would be appalled by this. And she knew it too. But, she couldn’t
help but be turned on by being so degraded. Opening her mouth, she slipped a
finger into her already cock-filled pussy.
“Get that finger outta there, whore! I already got my cock in there!” the man
fucking her commanded.
Jamie’s eyes took on a pouty look to them, “But, like, Jamie needs more shit in
her cunny… I wanna be stuffed full!” She winced at her words. She couldn’t even
control what she said anymore. Her thoughts were the only remained part of her
old self, and it wouldn’t be long before the music took that too…

“Are you feeling it, Amy?”
“Yes… I feel it…”
“You’re not this prissy, goodie-goodie in this picture anymore are you?”
“No…” Amy answered, opening her eyes “No, I’m not…”
“Who are you, Amy?”
Amy glanced at Jackie and smiled…

Jamie had a cock in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass, one in each hand, and
one jerking off on her tits.
She was in heaven.
She knew she couldn’t fight it anymore. This is who she was going to be from
now on. This was the new Jamie. This was her lifestyle. Her job.
This was Jamie’s new job…
A load of cum shot in her mouth and she greedily slurped it all down. The cock
pulled out of her mouth. She looked around, “So, like, who’s gonna feed me
some yummy cum now?”
God, I love cum! she thought.

TWO WEEKS LATER:
“Shake your ass some more, Jamie!” shouted Amy from an alley, watching her
bitch walk the streets. She had on a black leather top and mini skirt, while puffing
on a long cigarette. “Guys like to see that ass going back and forth!”
Jamie did as she was told, smiling. She had on a skimpy tube top and a thong,
making her ass jiggle as she walked. Then, a car pulled up.
“Like, hi! Wanna fuck me!?” she asked to the stranger in the car.
The man looked up at the dumb hooker and nodded his head. Jamie started to
get in the car when Amy walked up to the window. “You’re gonna have to use her
in this alley,” she stated, “You can’t take her anywhere.”
The man looked a little confused, “Why not?”
Amy just sighed, “Because she’s too fucking dumb to handle money on her own.”
Jamie just giggled and nodded.
The man agreed and pulled his car into the dark alley. Amy walked along with
them and peered in the window. She asked for the money up front and told her
bitch to get to it.
Looking at the man, Amy could swear that she had seen him somewhere
before… “What are you in the mood for today? BJ, fuck, what?”
The man said he’d just like a blowjob and Amy nodded. “You heard the man, slut.
Suck his dick!”
Jamie giggled, “Totally! Jamie loves sucking dick!”
“I know you do… Do it like I taught you… All the way down… Good, good… Now,
lick his balls… That a girl…” Amy instructed her mother on dick sucking, but still
couldn’t figure out why this man looked so familiar.
This she had it.
This was Jamie’s old boss at the law firm. Hold shit, thought Amy, Mom had
always hated that guy… Now’s she’s sucking his dick and loving it! She could
only laugh at her slutty mother slurping on a cock with a dumb look in her eyes.
What a dumb little slut, she thought.
The man came all over Jamie’s face and let her out. Backing out of the alley, he
drove off.
“Did you enjoy that mom?” she asked, counting the wad of cash in her hands.
“Jamie totally loved it!” she said, licking the wad of cum off her hands.
“Well, that was your old boss. Did you know that?”
Jamie looked confused, but continued licking the cum off her hands. “Boss?
What’s that–?”
“You used to work for him. Before Jacquelyn came to town.”
“Wha… Jamie’s a street slut!” she insisted.
Amy gave up and grabbed her stupid mother’s arm. “Nevermind. Come on, bitch.
You’re due on stage in about an hour…”

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