This choice: but you decide to do so after the show • Go Back...Chapter #21but you decide to do so after the show by: Clockworange   "Hey, I want my twenty back!" Whinges Eddie, pointing at his cash currently wedged inside the black stripper's g-string thong. The same thong you're now wearing, along with the rest of her curvy body below your head.
"You can have it!" You grimace, shoveling all of the cash tucked against your new groin into Eddie's hands. You don't want to know where all that dirty money (and the body you're piloting) has been. "Ewww... I could feel it rubbing against my... my vagina."
The stripper's body feels totally different than when you had either Sarah or Jan's body earlier. Her tits are gigantic, firm, and packed with silicone, straining against a bra that feels two cup sizes too small as the straps press into your shoulder blades. Her ass is so enormous and round that you can't help but sashay and swish your waspish hips back and forth when you walk. She's curvy all over the place, making you feel like a walking bowl of Jell-O.
Her skin tone is much darker than you're used to as well. When Eddie isn't looking you sneak a peek at her quarter-sized, dark nipples, which continually rub against her bra when you make the slightest movement.
Hers is a body built for sex. You realise that your current body has most certainly had sex with many men, and might even have STDs because of it.
"I can see those gears turning in your head," Eddie remarks, watching you as the stripper saunters up to the stage with your white, male body. "If you try to confront her in front of this crowd, you'll be knocked on that sweet ass of yours by that bouncer over there in seconds flat."
You follow his gaze towards a burly, bandana-wearing man who looks more like a refrigerator than a human being.
"Good point," You sigh, then retake your seats in the dimly lit booth where you had been sitting before. You have to wedge your butt into the seat tightly just to fit it between the booth and the table. It's a herculean effort which takes a while and makes Eddie laugh. A cocktail waitress glides up to your table, and Eddie uses the stripper's cash to buy you each a beer along with a generous tip for the sexy barmaid.
"My treat," Eddie grins, sliding the mug over to you. "You can thank me later."
"Don't they card people in here? We don't look old enough to drink, or even be inside here right now..." You mutter, watching Eddie down his whole mug in one go. "Jesus Christ, dude, take it easy. That's my girlfriend's body you're inebriating."
He gives you a sour look, then turns his attention to the stage. Hip hop music is blaring overhead as the black stripper begins her next set. She hardly looks graceful or sultry as she slowly takes off your shirt and trousers. But she seems to have the same effect on the audience.
"Yeah, baby! Take off those boxers and show us that cock!" Yells out a bearded biker patron.
"You really got it working tonight, sweet cheeks!" Says a second customer.
"I've got a fifty with your name on it!" Calls out another audience member.
Men of all ages and persuasions wave fistfuls of cash in the hopes of getting her attention. The stripper plucks them out of their hands, stuffing them into her boxers, and poses seductively on stage. She twirls about on a stripper pole, showing plenty of your own bare flesh to the horny spectators. Though in reality she hardly looks appealing.
"Look, from everyone else's perspective she's an exotic dancer making a living by doing what she loves," Explains Eddie, seeing your perplexed expression. "What's the harm in letting her give a few lap dances and collecting a few hundred dollars?"
"Because it's my body!" You mutter harshly. "I'm not gonna let her grind my ass into other men's crotches!"
"Then just wait until the show's over." Your best friend suggests. "Unless you can think of a better choice."
You grunt in frustration, knowing there's not much you can do with everyone's eyes affixed to the stripper on stage. If you want to swap back with her, it'll have to happen later when she's alone.
"Or maybe..." You rub your chin, feeling the stripper's gaudy fake nails against your face. "Maybe I could go for a lap dance after all!"
Taking some of Eddie's cash, you heft your weight out of the booth and make your way to the stage. You wait for the stripper to finish, and as she begins to leave the stage you thrust a wad of cash in her face.
"Hey! How much for some personal time with me??"
She looks at the cash, then at you, and smiles. "Hayyy babe, you that cute guy I ran into earlier, ain't ya?" She drawls. "It's one hundred for the first fifteen minutes, then fifty for each extra fifteen minutes. You good for that honey?"
Counting the stripper's own cash in your hands, you nod.
"Meet me over in that room in ten minutes," She points to a private lounge room that's cordoned off and guarded by another one of the strip club's meat-headed bouncers. "I gotta take a quick smoke break."
Fishing a pack of cigarettes out of her purse, she escapes before you can stop her. You don't smoke, but she obviously does, you realise now despite the general smoky atmosphere of the strip club.
You figure it's worth waiting ten minutes to make sure you get your body back, so you rejoin Eddie and explain your plan to switch back in the private lounge.
"One hundred? For fifteen minutes??" Eddie exclaims. "What a fucking ripoff! Pleasure Palace charges, like, half that much and during prime time, not during the day like now. Where do these cheapskates get off?"
"Who cares? This isn't even our money," You show him the stripper's cash.
"You see Mark, that's why I like you," Eddie laughs, clapping you on the back with Sarah's hands. "You've got a good head on your shoulders."
You roll your eyes and impatiently watch the clock as ten minutes pass by...
As fifteen minutes pass by...
And as twenty minutes pass by...
When it's been twenty-five minutes since you last chatted with the black stripper, you start to panic. Eddie tries to keep you calm, reminding you that strippers occasionally get other customers offering to pay more for immediate attention, so she might be tending to someone else at the moment. But that only makes you more angry.
"She better not be fucking anybody with my body!" You groan, loud enough for a couple of nearby patrons to give you and Eddie an odd look. But they pay no mind and walk away none the wiser. "I say we go backstage and find out what's the delay. No more waiting."
Eddie shrugs. "If you're gonna confront her, why not take someone else's body? Like one of the bouncers? You're not going to pose a threat to anyone looking like that. I bet even Sarah here could wrestle you to the ground without much trouble." He looks down at Sarah's arms, prodding a bicep which is much smaller and more feminine than he's used to.
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