This choice: You have your own strip-club, and stash in the safe.... A franchise... • Go Back...Chapter #7You have your own strip-club, and stash in the ... by: Mr. George   Needing a distraction, you wander over to two of your sister-nurses. "So, like which of them d'ya think has the larger cock?" You direct their attention to two of the officers keeping a careless eye over the milling herd of gynoids.
You try not to think about what you just said, as the curiosity builds in you, too. Thankfully, you aren't as gullible as those meat-popsicles. Soon, they're sashaying over to seduce the men. Their hands roaming freely underline the sincerity of their questions.
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Taking their distraction, you slip past them and out of the sealed perimeter. As a bikini clad nurse, you hardly pass without notice. But, you manage to shake it off. The sounds of the distraction still haunt your ears, as you heard the zippers lower, the choking gulps as the girls engulfed the officers cocks. The cock-stiffening sound of their gobbling, gurgles, as they tease each of them to a shuddering climax.
The sounds paint a graphic picture, that makes your mouth water in anticipation. The tingles that run through your body, serve to remind you of the urgency of leaving this hormone rich environment. It's far from a safe body to wear for an extended period. The lusts are strong, and will overcome anyone in time. Dismissing those lewd sounds, and banishing the thoughts is tricky. But, your will is stronger than the gynoids you crafted, or the victims you converted.
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A warning glare is enough to scare away anyone staring at you. If your body wasn't so extreme, you'd pass without notice. A nervousness builds as you get closer to the strip club. The awareness of your body as a sellable product, your near nudity having value makes you feel vulnerable.
The other pedestrians clearly taking you as a whore, or some such. This isn't a great neighbourhood, but that does tend to be where the strip clubs are!
You also don't look anything like yourself, here they don't know you as 'The Surgeon', you're simply the owner. Only those further up the chain know your other role.
Reaching the venue, you lurk in the shadows, as you weigh up your options. The neon frontage, and the bouncer there... Jack, if you remember correctly is on the door.
Glancing into the alley, you see the girls taking a smoke break at the side. They've never looked more intimidating, as you're all much the same height. You however, have the disadvantage of a engineered body that's far more extreme than any of theirs.
Bunny, Diamond Smile, and Candy look so different when they aren't working, the absence of fake plastered smiles and not in hostess mode.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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