by Alyson Belle
Jasmine made a mental note for her tech self, assuming that she was ever going to get to tell the real Will about it. They could add a file for people to purchase that allowed them to add body modification. They had already used fake skin technology that could be tattooed and pierced as realistically as real human skin could.
She wondered if she would be able to get a piercing of some kind. She was kind of curious about how it would feel in an android body. Maybe she could get a belly ring or a plain set of earrings.
“First of all, we are going to need you to take your clothes off,” Bunny said, breaking into her thoughts. She had been admiring her new Fembot body. She had to admit, she was smoking hot. “All of them.”
Jasmine had to hold back her laughter. That was every man’s dream. A woman was telling her to remove everything that she was wearing in a room full of other women. She would have been only too happy to oblige. She pushed away any shyness that she felt and began to undress.
All eyes were on her as she took her top off first and then unbuttoned and shimmied out of the denim short shorts that she had on. She couldn’t help it. She glanced back at the mirror, wanting to see all of her curves. She hadn’t been given a proper chance to check her body out. She turned and looked at her ass while she took her shoes off. Her butt was like a bubble, but it was juicy. It bounced on each subtle little movement, begging to be squeezed. Her breasts were much the same; they were large and full and they sat high on her chest, perky even after she removed the brassiere that she had been wearing.
“Woah,” Bunny said. “They are going to love you.”
Jasmine looked around the room. There were three other girls aside from Bunny and Vyxsin. One of them had a bright blue pixie cut that looked like her real hair and she was sporting several tattoos and facial piercings, alongside being the only one in the room who was wearing actual clothing. The other two girls were wearing almost matching attire in the form of short skirts and navel-bearing shirts. Every other girl in the room had a hot body. It looked like they all went to the same gym or something.
“She’s right. You have a banging body,” the blue-haired woman said. “My name is Chelsea by the way.”
Chelsea then started playing with her lip ring using the tip of her tongue. It was kind of alluring. Jasmine wondered what it felt like to receive a blowjob from someone with a lip ring. She was definitely going to need to make tattoos and piercings a thing. Almost as soon as the thought had crossed her mind, Jasmine found herself wondering what it would be like to have a girl with a lip ring go down on her, as a woman.
She shook the thought out of her mind and turned back to Bunny. “Okay, so, what do we have for me to wear out there?”
Bunny smiled at her, revealing dimples in her cheeks. Everything about her was cute. It was no wonder she was here.
“We have a very wide selection but you have to wear black lingerie for your first show. It’s kind of a tradition.” Strip clubs had traditions? This was news to Jasmine but she didn’t say anything as Bunny opened the wardrobe and started digging around.
Bunny threw several items of clothing out of the wardrobe, simply dropping them on the floor around her, before she seemed to find what she was looking for. She walked over to Jasmine and handed put two slips of material into the android’s hands. They could hardly be called clothing at all. Jasmine raised her hands, examining the two pieces of clothing. The one was a silk G-string and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to offer her any modesty at all. The second piece was a rather pretty looking bra, although it seemed pretty skimpy too.
Against her better judgment, Jasmine slipped the strings of underwear around her legs and pulled it up. She looked in the mirror and she could see that the black piece of fabric pressed in between her labia, offering everyone the perfect view of her camel toe. She sighed and turned around. The top of the string was visible just above her ass, making a perfect sexy disappearance between her ass cheeks. She had always liked that sight from the other perspective. She pulled the bra on next.
“Uh, Bunny? Is this the right size bra for me?” Jasmine asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Oh, yes. Well, no. I looked at your other bra.” Bunny said. She shrugged her shoulders apologetically but offered no further explanation.
“What do you mean no?”
“Well, we are not supposed to wear our actual sizes. We’re supposed to wear one size smaller. It makes our tits seem even larger, see?”
As if she needed to emphasize her point further, Bunny walked over to Jasmine and cupped her breasts. She lifted them up with her fingers, squeezing them by the slightest amount, just to show how the smooth globes were threatening to spill over the edges of the bra cups. Bunny shifted her hands and used them to jiggle Jasmine’s breasts. Both of them watched as the flesh bounced to and fro like her breasts were made of jelly.
“That’s what they want out there,” Bunny said. She pulled her hands away. She didn’t seem to notice the predicament that Jasmine was in.
The android was biting down on her lower lip. Bunny’s touch had reignited the desire and she wanted more. She could see her nipples poking through the bra and she wondered if the cute stripper hadn’ticed.
If Bunny hadn’ticed, however, she didn’t say or do anything. She was moving through the racks, shifting coat hangers backwards and forwards while she looked through the various options of clothing to choose from. Jasmine saw many things with glitter and sequins but not much else that immediately screamed out at her.
“So,” Bunny said while she rifled through the clothes. “Ideally, you want to wear something that’s not only easy to remove but looks good to remove. Your ultimate goal out there is to look sexy at all times. You want to give those men out there a hard-on.”
At the words, Jasmine could feel herself getting turned on again. There was something incredibly exciting about the idea of turning on men, especially the fact that there was going to be more than one watching her. She could feel her android body beginning to blush. She must have triggered the embarrassment setting or something because her cheeks were literally turning pink in the mirror. Perhaps that had been a feature. Women did flush when they got turned on. Jasmine knew that much was true.
She thought that it might not be too bad to strip in front of all those men after all. She had been feeling nervous about where she was when she had arrived, but much the same as she had when John had come to try her out; she was beginning to really enjoy the way that her android body was reacting to the situation. She was pretty sure that she would be having the time of her life once she actually got out onto that stage.
“Right. So, we get scantily clad and dance until we have men wanting to jerk off. I can handle that.”
“Well, yes,” Vyxsin said. She stood up from where she was sitting and walked over to where Bunny and Jasmine were. With each step that she took, Vyxsin’s hips swayed slightly and it made the way that she walked look somehow sexier. Each time she put one long leg in front of the other, it was like a dance all on its own. “And no. We do not dance until we have men wanting to jerk off. We dance until we have men wanting to fuck our brains out.”
She said the last sentence right into Jasmine’s ear. She was close enough that Jasmine’s senses were assaulted by her sweet-smelling perfume. Her breath was hot on Jasmine’s skin.
“You should probably hurry up now, Bunny. We do not really have the time to teach the pretty flower here all of the etiquette on being a stripper. If the boss thinks that she can handle going out there on her first night, then that’s on him.”
With that, Vyxsin turned away. She walked over to the door, opened it, and walked out of the room. She was wearing hardly anything but she didn’t seem to care. She never looked back before disappearing from sight.
“Do not mind Vyxsin,” one of the other girls said. She was a brunette with an innocent face and a Russian accent. “She isn’t really fond of having or teaching any of the new girls. This is kind of her territor
y. She was one of the first strippers at the place and she has been here longer than anyone.”
“She probably thinks you are as hot as the rest of us think you are,” Bunny added with a shrug. She smiled and bounced back to work. Jasmine thought that her name suited her – she was happy and energetic and cute. “I think I’ve found the perfect thing for you.”
Bunny pulled two coat hangers off of the clothing rail and held them up in the air for Jasmine to see. Jasmine raised her eyebrows. She didn’t believe that this was really happening in that moment.
Chapter 5
A short while later, Jasmine was dressed and ready to go out onto the stage. There was a curtain separating her from the stage and the hallway that led back to the dressing room. Bunny was right there with her and Jasmine knew that that was mostly because she was the next in line to go out onto the stage that night. Still, she was being really nice to Jasmine and Jasmine was grateful for that.
“Okay,” Bunny said. She smoothed out Jasmine’s top and Jasmine felt shivers run up and down her skin at the touch. She had no idea how to turn her sensory drive settings down and she was stuck on being permanently turned on and ready to get fucked but she was beginning to get used to it. “Do not worry too much about who is out there. Get lost in your dances and you will be fine. You said you had experience so just concentrate on that.”
Jasmine smiled at Bunny. “Thank you, Bunny. You didn’t have to be so nice to me.”
“Oh, please. You are one of us now. Of course I had to be nice to you.”
Jasmine didn’t have time to respond to that as the music started to play. That was her cue to start making her way out onto the stage. The lights in the club had changed, too. The stage was lit up and there were flashing lights now, the flashing somehow in time with the beat of the music that was playing.
It was the perfect song for dancing.
Jasmine searched through her system once again, going through the settings that she had available. She found the stripper protocol in no time and, once she made sure that she had recorded the pathways so that she could actually get back there and deactivate it if she needed to, she switched it on. She was surprised that she suddenly knew exactly how to move but she pushed the initial shock away.
If she was going to be here, she may as well embrace her programming. It felt more natural to do that anyway. To push against her settings felt unnatural and therefore uncomfortable.
Without a backwards glance in Bunny’s direction, Jasmine started to walk forwards. She shifted the curtain and made her way out onto the stage. She was walking in much the same way that Vyxsin seemed to walk – her hips swaying with every step, each stride like a dance move all on its own. Her body seemed to be moving with the rhythm of the song that was playing and she had no control over it.
Before she knew it, Jasmine was at the pole in the center of the stage and she had more than a dozen eyes on her. She gripped onto the pole with both hands and swung her body around it, actually lifting her feet off of the ground. Her belly was thumping with the pulsing of the bass. She spun around the pole and then slid down to the floor, performing a side split that she didn’t even realize she was capable of doing. The Fembots were incredibly flexible.
She could see her boss sitting over by the bar. He was still wearing a business suit and his arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles taut as he watched her. His eyes were locked on her. It was intense. Jasmine suddenly wanted to impress him more than anything – it helped that Vyxsin was sitting on a bar stool right beside him, watching the whole performance. Vyxsin was still dressed in the same set of lingerie and stockings as before.
Jasmine had a fresh determination to show Vyxsin exactly what she was capable of. She was dressed to kill and now it was time to kill the performance. Bunny had pulled out a bright pink outfit, telling Jasmine that neon colors worked best beneath the club’s strobe lights. It wasn’t what Jasmine would call an outfit – it looked more like a dress that had been cut up, like something out of a punk teenager’s rebel stage. The dress had strips of visible skin all across her chest and her belly and her thighs. It ended just beneath her ass and started just above her nipples. Along her sides, the dress was tied and held together by two pink satin ribbons. All she needed to do was tug the end of them and her entire outfit would come apart. She had on a pair of thigh-high pink leather boots that kind of reminded her of a cartoon character’s boots. Bunny told her not to take those off.
The music was starting to get even faster and Jasmine took that as a sign to move her body faster. She didn’t need to do too much. Her hips were gyrating back and forth in a rhythm all their own. She was writhing to the music, as though it was flowing through her. She danced faster and faster and she was pretty sure that her body wasn’t supposed to move that way but it didn’t matter because she wasn’t a human so she was allowed to defy all the laws of a human body.
She wrapped her hands around the pole and used it to hoist herself off of the stage. She somehow swung her body around and around the pole without dropping down for a moment. Eventually she twisted her body and placed her legs on the ground.
Jasmine arched her back, bending backwards until the tips of her long silky hair were brushing across the floor of the stage. Her breasts were pushed out and she tilted her head backwards. She locked eyes with her boss and she could swear that she saw him smirking.
It was his smirk that told her it was time. She got down on the stage. Her back was pressed to the pole, and she reached up to grip onto it with one hand while allowing her other hand to stroke its way down the front of her body. When she reached the apex between her thighs, Jasmine slowly spread her legs as far apart as she could. She could feel her clit throbbing. She was getting so turned on by all this.
She moved her hand to the ribbon on her side and pulled it free before doing the same to the other side. She raised her eyes and looked her new owner directly in the eyes as the strip of clothing fell off of her body, revealing several inches of bare skin and her lingerie.
In answer, several of the men in the club gave whoops and whistles. She took them in properly for the first time. Several of them had moved closer to the stage. All of them were watching her intently. She bit down on her lower lip and found herself looking at the crotches of the men in the crowd. She wanted to know which ones she had successfully turned on.
To her utter delight, Jasmine could see more than a few of the men sporting bulges in their pants. There were a few others that left her feeling unsure since they had been smart enough to wear tight pants so she couldn’t really tell if they were hard or not.
Unfortunately for her, her new owner was one of the men that were smart enough to wear tight pants. A few moments after she had stood up from the ground wearing nothing but her underwear and the boots, her new owner left the small lounge area. She didn’t see him disappear and felt a surprising sense of disappointment when she glanced back to the bar to find that he was no longer there.
Jasmine murmured beneath her breath, “Fuck it.”
Her decision was made. It wasn’t like she could ever go back to being Will anyway. She was going to be the best damn stripper that she could possibly be.
Jasmine was taking full advantage of her G-string, leaning down as far as she could, touching the tips of her toes with her ass facing towards the crowd. She was showing off her ass. She knew for a fact that most of the men in the club would be able to see her pussy lips beneath the G-string and that turned her on even more. She wondered if anyone would be able to see just how wet she was.
All too soon, the song ended. It was time for her to go backstage. Before the show had started, Bunny had given her some pointers. Since it was her first show, she wasn’t allowed to stay on past the end of the first song even if the crowd begged her to – which, they were. And she wasn’t to remove all of her clothing, either. Bunny had been kind enough to inform her that she would have to remove all of her clothes.
This was that type of a strip club
.
When she was behind the curtain, Bunny, Chelsea, and the other two girls were staring at her with wide eyes.
“That was your first time on a stage?” Chelsea said. Jasmine could clearly hear the disbelief in her voice.
Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to tell the girls the truth. She didn’t want them to feel bad about any of their own performances but she had been given orders not to do that. She still hadn’t figured out how to override those – she didn’t think that there was even a way.
“I had a lot of practice.”
Bunny gave a girlish giggle. “You were incredible, Jasmine. They really loved you out there.” She shifted the curtain and gave a cute little shimmy of her butt. “Now it’s my turn.”
Jasmine watched Bunny go out onto the stage. She watched her perform for a while, too. The girl had a cute way of dancing that made her more enticing. Sweet, cute, and bubbly was her angle. That was how she drew people in. Jasmine could tell that it was natural.
“Jazz,” a voice to Jasmine’s left said. She broke her gaze from the stage to see that Vyxsin was standing behind the other girls. “Come with me.”
Jasmine raised her eyebrows but she was curious. She walked past the other girls, who were all looking at her with surprised expressions themselves, and went over to Vyxsin. The Goth girl didn’t wait for Jasmine before walking down the hallway. She didn’t stop at the dressing room, nor the owner of the club’s office, but continued to walk down until they had reached the end of the hallway. Jasmine noticed that it was much quieter and darker there.
