BimboTech: Wiggle Room
By The Sympathetic Devil <thesympatheticdevil@hotmail.com>
Part Four: Star of the Show
The main floor of the wiggle room was packed, and this was a Tuesday at 6:45. They had had crowds like this every night for two weeks running. Jim had had to hire Etuate two more assistants,, but there was no shortage of applicants. Gretchen grinned as she peaked at the crowd through the curtain. They were all there to see her! God, that made her wet!
Gretchen picked up the phone and hit ‘3’ for the bar. Jaime answered.
“I’m on in 15, Jaime,” she said. “Can you be a sweetheart and send back my drink?”
So many patrons were always asking to send a drink to Gretchen’s dressing room, with their compliments, that Daddy Jim had come up with a brilliant plan. Members of the VIP club could have their names put into a lottery to be drawn out just before each of Gretchen’s performances and could come back stage while she drank it.
Soon the small entourage appeared. Etuate the bouncer, a skinny regular with bulging eyes, and Chelsea dressed in her frilly pink barmaid’s outfit and carrying Gretchen’s vodka shot on a tray.
Chelsea had never been to BimboTech but she had come away from their amateur night a changed woman. As she had explained it to an irate Tabitha when she dropped out of college, Jaime had fucked her brains out. Whatever the explanation, she was every inch a bimbo, as her naturally large tits constantly threatened to jump out of her tops and proclaim to the world.
Chelsea had started spending almost every night at the bar flirting with Jaime, so eventually Daddy Jim put her to work.
She had tried stripping, but she was a bit clumsy and by the end of the evening, she was too drunk to dance in the soaring heels Jaime kept encouraging her to wear. Of course, now that she was a barmaid, she was often too drunk to get an order right or make correct change, but the customers didn’t seem inclined to complain, anymore than Chelsea was inclined to complain about her frequent gropings.
Chelsea was already a bit toasty, with a very pretty blush on her cheeks, but she was still managing in her pink leather sandals with their 8-inch heels.
Gretchen didn’t remember the customer’s name, but she had given him several lap dances in the past few weeks and he was always in the front row. At the rate he was giving her money, she’d be able to pay to send her first former club member to get fixed at BimboTech in no time!
Just the threat of wending ‘amateur night’ pictures to their parents, professors and friends was enough to keep them from bothering the club, but Gretchen really wanted all of them to realize they were bimbos so that they could be happy just like her!
Besides, Daddy Jim needed more strippers since some of the bimbos he had didn’t like the special treatment Greedy Gretchen got. Gretchen was sure Mr. Warren could help her old club understand that she was the bestest bimbo and deserving of all the attention she got. He could probably explain it to the current group of strippers, but for now Gretchen had other ways of keeping them happy.
“Well, if it isn’t the hottie with the huge lump in his lap! <giggle>”: Gretchen exclaimed when she saw the customer. “I swear you’ve got the biggest dick my little toushie ever felt!”
It wasn’t true. No cock could compare to Daddy Jim’s. But Gretchen did truly appreciate the way he always got hard for her. The customer blushed and stammered and Gretchen giggled and stuck out her huge BTI-enhanced rack, swaying it gently from side to side and drawing the customer’s gaze like a magnet.
“Th…thank you, Miss Gretchen!” he told her tits.
“No, thank YOU, Mr. Big Dick!” she said and giggled. “For the drink and for letting me rub that big pecker of yours! You keep buying lap dances, I’m gonna start thinking you’re sweet on me and my titties!”
“Oh, I am, Miss Gretchen! I am!” he exclaimed. “You’re the best! The absolute best dancer ever!”
“Awe!” Gretchen exclaimed, genuinely excited. “That’s so sweet! But please…”
She stroked his sweating cheek. “It’s not MISS Gretchen. It’s GREEDY Gretchen! You know why?”
She took her shot from Chelsea.
“Cuz I can never get enough!” she downed her shot, licked her lips, and stared pointedly at the customer’s tented crotch. “Of anything!”
Alcohol wasn’t the problem for Gretchen that it was for Chelsea. She could be drunk as fuck—as she often was by 2 a.m., and not loose her coordination. With a fifth of vodka in her, she could still twirl around the brass poles upside-down and naked, shaking her tits, and not miss a beat of the music. It was as if she had been made for stripping, which in point of fact she had been.
“You know,” she said, looking around conspiratorially. “Just before I go on, I usually squeeze my nipples so they’re nice and pointy. I know you’re not technically supposed to touch me, but since you were nice enough to buy me a drink and you’re such a <giggle> big fan, do you think you could do it for me? Pretty please? It’d be so much more fun that way! That’s all right, isn’t it Etuate?”
“Well,” said the big Tongan with feigned reluctance. “As long as he doesn’t tall anybody, I guess I could look the other way for 60 seconds.”
Gretchen giggled and said ‘Oh goodie!’ and stuck out her melons toward the customer, presenting them to him with a manicured hand under each.
The customer blanched as if he might pass out, but he gave one furtive glance at Etuate, who was looking at the ceiling, and then vigorously started trying to tune in Tokyo. Gretchen’s BTI-enhanced nipples were already rock hard in anticipation of her coming performance and likewise they were exquisitely sensitive. Rockets went off in Gretchen’s head and clit in response to the customers frantic mauling and her eyes rolled back in her head as she shuddered and moaned.
“OK, that’s enough,” said Etuate, extricating the customer from her titties.
“No! More!” Greedy Gretchen cried.
“You need to go on stage now, Gretchen,” the big Tongan reminded her as he gently propelled the customer backward with an insistent hand. A wall gently stopped the customer from falling on his ass and left him only slightly dazed. Gretchen completely forgot about her greedy titties upon mention of dancing, though. Dancing was what she lived for! That and Daddy Jim, of course. Chelsea led the customer back to his seat and was happy to let him keep his hand on her ass the whole way as consolation.
Etuate guided Gretchen, trembling in anticipation to the stage entrance. Her heart pounded in her chest and she barely noticed the naked blonde walking past her clutching her clothing and dollar bills. And then she heard the angelic voice of Daddy Jim, who always took the time to announce her, even when he wasn’t serving as D.J.
“It’s the top of the hour, folks, and you know what that means, don’t you?”
The crowd roared.
“Of course you do. So with out further ado, the Wiggle Room is proud to present, the girl who just can’t get enough, Grrrrrrreeedy Grrrretchen!”
Gretchen pushed through the curtains and strutted out, tits forward, blinking in the bright lights, basking in the adoration of hundreds of eyes.
“Oh God Yes!” some man in the front row exclaimed. Gretchen’s naughty school girl outfit was very popular. Gretchen giggled and started to sway her hips as Ragdoll by Aerosmith started blaring through the speakers. She minced all along the brass-railed perimeter of the stage on patent leather Mary Janes with platform heels. BimboTech had added a good 5 inches to her legs and, weeks later, she was still thrilled by the feeling that she was towering over the crowd. Anyone who wanted to could look up her tiny pleated navy skirt and just about everyone did, except for the mesmerized men who couldn’t take their eyes off her mammoth tits as they wrestled inside of her white cotton blouse, unbuttoned and knotted underneath them.
She playfully pranced around the stage, occasionally blowing kisses or giving a tentative twirl around the brass pole, then leaning against the pole and squirming so her tits wiggled while she lifted her skirt to show her tiny white cotton G-string, which was noticeably damp.
Grabbing the pole with one hand, she leaned out at an angle, then reached up and pulled free the lacy white bow that restrained her hair. She shook her head violently forward and back and her mane was unleashed. She had entered BimboTech with a boyishly cut muted ginger coif, but exited with a fiery, untamable red that curled chaotically down to just above her tramp stamp, which read ‘Greedy’ naturally.
The crowd roared once her hair was free; the regulars knew that it signaled that Greedy Gretchen was about to really get going. Dollar bills began to be tossed on the stage, little tokens of affection that turned Gretchen on like nothing else. Not only did it mean the men liked her and thought she was pretty, but she also knew that Daddy Jim would be proud of her for earning money, making it twice as satisfying.
She began toying with her top, tugging at it, tweaking her nipples, displaying her wares and teasing her audience. Soon, she had a bidding war going between an over-weight white guy in ‘nerd’ glasses and a balding Chinese man in a rumpled suit. The piles of singles grew in front of each of them as Gretchen vacillated back and forth between the two, always threatening to unleash her mighty melons but coyly failing to do so with exaggerated girlish expressions.
Finally, the Asian man pulled out a ten.
“For me?” Gretchen pantomimed innocent surprise. The ten flew and Gretchen ripped off her blouse, the seems having been strategically weakened, and her massive mammaries were liberated. She bent herself over the brass railing, tossing her head back and shaking her jugs with all her might at her benefactor.
The man gawked, eyes bulging, shuddered and seemed to go limp. Gretchen pushed herself back upright and blew him a kiss, then twirled around so that everyone could enjoy her titties. The man looked shamefully down at his trousers, shifted uncomfortably, but remained to watch the rest of Gretchen’s act. Gretchen was greedy, but hardly stingy. She went back to the looser in the bidding war, presenting her bared boobies to him with both hands and a wicked grin. Then she twirled about, flipped up her skirt, and gave her ass a loud slap. She bent over backwards on the railing, gave him an inverted smile and jiggled her juggs. He held out a ten and she snatched it from him with her teeth.
She righted herself and let the bill flutter to the floor. Then she slowly squirmed out of her pleated navy skirt so that she was now wearing only her damp white G-string and the gold cross around her neck. She gave herself another spanking. She was a very naughty girl!
She spun about the central pole, the momentum of her massive mammaries making the trick seem reckless. She swirled her way down the pole, then rolled onto her back on the floor. Rubbing her tits, she thrust her hips upward in time with the music, imagining Jim fucking her, grinding her, pounding her into the floor with his big cock.
She rolled over and crawled towards a wryly grinning black man, a new customer, who was holding out a fiver. He set it flat down on the stage and tapped it twice with his finger, then pointed at her rack. Gretchen giggled, licked her left nipple, then pressed her tit down against the bill. She successfully retrieved it on the first try. As she sat back on her heels, Abraham Lincoln continued sucking from her left milk jug. The black man gave a silent golf clap applauding her skill. Gretchen giggled and tucked the five in her G-string. He hadn’t seen nothing yet!
Gretchen grabbed the railing, pulled herself up, then went down into the splits, making her juggs bounce deliciously. Still holding the railing, she leaned back and lifted one high-heeled foot and then the other up on top of the brass bar. Lifting herself off the floor like a gymnast on the uneven bars, she began rocking forward and back, her twat swinging out toward the black man’s face. His grin transformed from one of wry amusement to one of true amazement. Gretchen laughed, musically, joyfully, and then propelled herself laterally along the railing, flinging herself along, ankles above her head, her tits and hair and gold cross dancing and bounding each time she caught herself only to throw herself once again a few inches to the left until she reached the bend in the railing.
The crowd went crazy! They loved her so much and it made her so fucking horny!
She spread her legs wide, clearing the railing, and got back on her feet. Her head was swimming with arousal, her clitty singing.
Swaying her hips back and forth, she leaned her back against the central pole and started stroking her mound through the damp, white fabric. So many men, watching her, wanting her. Bathing her with their lust, desire, approval. It drove her over the edge and she groaned loud enough to be heard over the music as a monster orgasm hit her.
“Oh god oh god oh fuck oh yes!” she exclaimed and slid down the pole.’
She grinned stupidly at the crowd, drunk on their adulation as the song ended. Then she sluggishly roused herself and crawled about the stage on hands and knees, collecting bills from the floor, letting customers slip bills into her G-string, thanking everyone she could with big, sincere green eyes.
She took the money back to the stage entrance where Etuate waited with a bucket and a robe.
“And that, my friends, was Greedy Gretchen, exclusive to the Wiggle Room,” said Jim over the P.A. “She’ll be dancing again at the top of the hour.”
Gretchen pouted and stamped her foot, pushing the robe away after putting the cash in the bucket.
“But I wanna dance MORE, Daddy Jim!” she protested, stamping a high-heeled foot again.
“She wants to dance more, guys,” Jim announced in mock surprise. “Our Gretchen just can’t get enough, greedy little girl that she is. Well, it’s up to you folks out there. Should we let her dance some more?”
“More!” roared the crowd. “More! More! More! More! More! More!”
They were greedy too!
Jim consented and Gretchen was off again, shaking all she had, which thanks to BimboTech, was quite a lot. She couldn’t imagine a better way to earn a living.
After her second song, Jim insisted that the other girls needed a turn. Gretchen pouted and the crowed booed, but Jim was firm. Gretchen liked it when Jim was firm with her.
“I got a lot of money, Daddy Jim!” she said once he had her back stage. “Are you proud of me?”
She straightened her back to lift her tits up and out a bit more and smiled with hopeful insecurity.
“I’m very proud of you, little bimbo!” he said with a reassuring hand on her ass. Somehow her cunt found a little more moisture to exude and trickle on down her inner thigh. Daddy Jim was proud of her!
“Proud enough to fuck me before my next set?” she asked mischievously.
Jim laughed, but not cruelly.
“You are so greedy, Gretchen!” he exclaimed. “Didn’t I fuck you just three hours ago?”
Gretchen pouted prettily.
“But I really like it!” she explained.
“Well, I’ll tell you what,” Jim conceded. “I have a little job for you right now. You do it well, and then after your next public set, I’ll do you up the ass, across my desk, just like our first time.”
Gretchen giggled. Daddy Jim knew she’d do whatever he asked, whether he fucked her or not. But getting fucked always made it so much nicer.
“OK,” she said. “What do you need me to do?”
“Well, Sweet Cheeks, there’s this girls who showed up tonight named Alison. She used to dance here and she was very popular.” Gretchen’s lower lip trembled.
“But not nearly as popular as you!” he quickly reassured and Gretchen beamed proudly.
“Anyway, now that your sweet titties made this place the most popular club in the city Alison thinks she can come back and get on the gravy train!”
Gretchen scowled.
“That’s not fair!” she said, then hesitated. “Unless you want her, Jim.”
“Now don’t you worry your pretty little head, Angel Tits!” he said, tapping her nose with a finger. “Greedy Gretchen is the crown jewel of The Wiggle Room and no one could ever compete with her!”
Gretchen grinned and giggled.
“But Alison does draw some guys away to the competition,” Jim pointed out. “Getting her to come back here, in a non-starring role of course, might increase your fan base. Or do you have enough fans already?”
Gretchen rolled her eyes.
“Of course not!” she exclaimed. “I’m greedy!”
“Well, ok then, why don’t I introduce you and then you can take her down to your room and do to her what you did to Cheryl and the others when they started getting bitchy!”
Gretchen’s eyes lit up and she giggled. Jim had the best ideas!
“And then later you’ll fuck me?” she asked, always the shrewd negotiator.
“Bent over my desk, up the ass,” he confirmed.
“Then take me to this Alison bitch!” she said.
Alison was blonde, as Jim had told her, and Gretchen begrudgingly had to admit she was beautiful, though Gretchen was delighted to observe that the blonde’s tits weren’t half as large as her own. Gretchen was perplexed at how the supposed stripper was dressed. Yes, she was showing a bit of cleavage, but she had a BRA on, for fuck’s sake! Her pants were tight around her ass but there wasn’t even a hint of camel toe up front! Most scandalous of all, she was wearing sandals with a tiny 3 inch heel!
How could she even call herself a stripper?
Alison sized her up as well, with cynical, cold blue eyes. It was obvious to Gretchen that while she might have the body of a bimbo, she had the soul of a bitch, poor thing.
Jim made up an excuse of something urgent he had to deal with and suggested Gretchen show Alison the renovations they had made in the basement since she had left the club.
Alison followed Gretchen down the narrow staircase to the basement. Gretchen hoped the blonde was noticing just how round and luscious her BimboTech-enhanced ass was and once again thought what a shame it was Jim had made her put a robe on before meeting Alison, even if it did only barely cover her.
“So, they’ve only finished my dressing room and a small VIP room,” Gretchen explained. “But they should have a place to do shower shows done soon. <giggle> I just LOVE those!”
“Wait a minute!” said Alison. “You have a PRIVATE dressing room?”
“Of course!” said Gretchen, opening the first door at the bottom of the stairs. “Daddy Jim takes care of me! He’s my Sugar Daddy!”
Alison stared at her in disbelief. Gretchen opened her dressing room and Alison transferred her disbelieving stare to the richly decorated room that Gretchen called home. The blonde stripper was so distracted by the splendor of Gretchen’s dressing room, she didn’t notice Gretchen locking the door behind them or pushing a discrete button on the door jam.
“You have a bed here and everything?” Alison asked.
“Of course!” Gretchen said. “I gotta sleep, right? You don’t mind if I change, do you?”
“What? Oh, no, of course not,” she replied. “Knock yourself out.”
Gretchen giggled. Blondes were so stupid! Alison looked questioningly at her, but Gretchen just dropped her robe and slipped off her sodden G-string. She sat down on a silk-cushioned stool and traded her maryjanes for a pair of see-through acrylic sandals.
“It smells really nice in here,” Alison observed. “Is that incense or something?”
“Or something,” Gretchen admitted, and giggled.
Alison made a perplexed face but it faded.
“You really have Jim wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” she asked.
“No, silly!” Gretchen exclaimed. “That’s not how you do it! You’re supposta wrap your fingers around him! <giggle> If you can wrap a guy around your finger, he’s not ready yet! Not that I’ve ever had that problem.”
Alison giggled. Gretchen grinned.
“Oh God, you’re not fucking Jim, are you?” Alison said. “Oh honey, that’s an amateur mistake! Never get involved with the boss! <giggle> And I thought you were someone to worry about! God, you’ll be out on the street turning tricks in within six months! <giggle, snrt!>”
“That would be bad!” Gretchen exclaimed. “I can only turn tricks for VIPs! And only at the club!”
Alison looked shocked, and then burst into laughter.
“Oh my gawd!” she exclaimed once she could speak. “I can’t believe it! <giggle> He totally turned this place into a whore house! <giggle> I am so totally gonna rat you out! <giggle> And then they’ll close this place down <giggle> and I’ll be the most popular stripper in town again!”
“That wouldn’t be very nice,” Gretchen said. “And you need to be nice to me!”
“Why?’’ Alison asked, and then giggled
‘Cuz I’m Greedy Gretchen, you stupid whore!’’
Alison’s eyes went wide, shocked that the bimbo had teeth, but then the blonde was overcome with giggles again. Her redheaded hostess joined her in laughter.
Once they calmed down a bit, Alison blinked, tried to focus her eyes, and asked Gretchen, ‘’Do you<giggle> like her something’?’
‘You mean like a hissing sound?” asked Gretchen.
Alison giggled and nodded.
‘’ That’s just Mr. Blinky!’’ Gretchen explained.
.’’Huh?’’ Alison asked.
Gretchen pulled the slender gas cylinder from its hiding place. Alison’s eyes went wide.
‘’What’s that?’’ Alison asked.
‘’I told you, silly!’’ said Gretchen. ‘’Now give Mr. Blinky a kiss!’’
“But....but...you can’t...’’ Alison protested, trying to blink herself back to sensibility, looking for an escape.
‘’Of course I can, you stupid bimbo’’ Gretchen said in a sugar-sweet voice. Then she grabbed a handful of Alison’s hair close to the scalp and forcefully shoved the nozzle to her face.
Alison only struggled for an instance, then her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered, sighed, and inhaled deeply. She looked at Gretchen with unfocused, euphoric eyes. When Gretchen pushed her to her knees, she docilely complied.
‘’See, it’s nice, isn’t it!’’ said Gretchen.
Alison squeaked and nodded and sucked more gas.
‘’Are you going to be a good little bimbo now?’’ Gretchen probed.
The thoroughly intoxicated blonde nodded and giggled.
‘’Good!’’ declared the redhead as she released the blonde’s hair and let the canister fall to the floor.
‘’Oh God!’’ giggled Alison. ‘’I am so fucked up! Wheeee!’’
‘’Yeah, isn’t it great?’’ said Gretchen. ‘’It’s from BimboTech!”
‘’What’s <giggle> BimboTech?” asked Alison.
“Only the bestest fucking company in the world!” Gretchen declared. ‘’They make this stuff too!’’
Gretchen went to her vanity and retrieved a large tub.
“Lick-a-licious Body Butter” she explained, undoing the cap and scooping up a finger full of pale pink cream. “Try it!”
She pressed the finger between the kneeling blonde’s lips.
“Mmmm!” Alison exclaimed and began to suck, eyes delighted.
Once Gretchen was confident that the kneeling blonde had thoroughly tasted what she had to offer, she withdrew her finger from Alison’s greedy mouth. She smacked her lips and reached for the tub in Gretchen’s other hand.
‘’More, please!’’ said Alison. ‘’It’s really good!”
‘’Uh-uh-uh!’’ said Gretchen, holding the tub out of reach. “You can’t just eat it plain, naughty bimbo! You gotta lick it off of something!’’
Gretchen twirled away from the pouting blonde, spinning on her stripper heels as gracefully as when she was on stage, orbiting Alison until she came to rest sitting on the edge of her bed, knees spread wide.
‘’Something nice,’’ she clarified, slathering her crotch with the stuff. ‘’Like my hot lil’ pussy!”
Alison twisted around to see Gretchen spreading her labia invitingly. Alison blushed and giggled.
‘’l...l...l never <giggle> never ate a <giggle> a woman,” Alison protested, but at the same time looked longingly at her frosted cunt.
‘’Oh, Ali!’’ Gretchen declared, rubbing more body butter on her clit. ‘’You’ll love it! <giggle> Trust me!’’
Alison licked her lips and started crawling toward Gretchen’s cooze.
‘’That’s a good little blonde slut, Ali” Gretchen encouraged. ‘’Come eat your treat! <giggle> Yummy, yummy pussy pie!’’
Alison giggled and gave in and started lapping obsessively at Gretchen’s twat. Gretchen’s laughter range out. She pressed the blonde’s head firmly against her cunt with one had and toyed with her right tit with the other. From time to time she added more body butter to reward her latest lover.
“That’s right, Ali! <giggle> You’re a good little pussy eater!” Gretchen praised. “0f course, I should warn you <giggle> that Lick-a-licious Body Butter is highly addictive. Pretty soon, if you keep doing that, you’ll do anything for another piece of my pussy pie!’’’
Alison just kept munching Gretchen’s carpet. She was simultaneously rubbing her own crotch. Gretchen suspected the blonde was close to coming, and saw no reason not to join her.
‘’Well, as long as you’re o.k. with that. <giggle> I’m gonna come on your face now.”
Gretchen lay back on the bed, wrapped her legs around Alison’s head, squeezed and came. The blonde squealed and shuddered against her cunt, though if in orgasm or protest, Gretchen neither knew nor cared.
Gretchen had gleaned three rather nice orgasms from Ali’s insatiable tongue when Daddy Jim entered the room. He never knocked, of course. Gretchen kept nothing from him.
‘’Now that’s what I like to see!” Jim exclaimed. “My Gretchen getting treated the way she deserves!”
“Daddy Jim!’’ squealed Gretchen.”Have you come to join us?”
Alison just kept tirelessly lapping at the latest smear Gretchen had doled out, oblivious to anything else.
“You know I’d love to, baby, but I’ve got a dozen V.I.P.’s next door and I promised them a special show!’’ Jim explained. “See, l brought a special costume for your new toy!’’
He held up a dog collar and leash. Gretchen squealed and came again on Alison’s face. Daddy Jim always got her the nicest presents!
‘’I thought you might like it,” Jim chuckled.
He placed the collar around the uncaring Alison’s neck. It wasn’t until he pulled back on the leash that she even noticed he was there.
She looked at him with confused, dopey eyes and pointing at Gretchen’s crotch explained “I like pussy! <giggle> I wanna eat more pussy!”
“Oh you will, Ali!” Jim assured her, holding her on a short leash as he helped Gretchen to her feet. “I’m thinking you should eat her ass too!”
So saying, he grabbed a finger full of body butter and greased up Gretchen’s brown eye. Gretchen squealed and squirmed, delighted at the attention she was getting from her father figure. Alison drooled and pulled at the leash to no avail. Jim dolloped Gretchen’s nips and re-slicked her clit as well. Then he gave the leash to Gretchen.
“Keep good control of your pet, now Greedy!” Jim admonished. “Can’t have her munching on you anymore with out an audience! That wouldn’t be fair to your fans! And they want to see you fuck this blonde bimbo sooo much!”
As always, knowing her fans wanted to see her made her go weak in the knees and tingly all over. She giggled.
“Now don’t forget, Ali,” Jim instructed. “Just because she’s sharing the stage with you doesn’t mean you’re a star! Gretchen is the star of the Wiggle Room!”
“I just wanna eat pussy!” Alison said, nodding stupidly.
“And my ass too, bimbo!” Gretchen insisted. “And I’m always on top! Cuz I’m Greedy Gretchen!”
“Of course you are, sweetness!” said Daddy Jim. “And you’re fans are waiting!”
Jim led Gretchen next door and Gretchen led her latest pussy slave behind her. With the addition of Alison, she now had half a dozen strippers utterly beholden to her cunt, each of them giving her 40% of their tips. Keeping them all satiated was tricky with just five.
But Gretchen didn’t mind taking on one more concubine. Daddy Jim had asked her to, after all.
And besides. She was greedy.