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The Booby Trap (full version)
Chapter 1
The pale flicker of neon light bathed my face as I sat intently
reading the sports page in the insulated environment of my car.
Every now and then, I took a swig of my luke-warm coffee and
looked out at the sleazy streets that surrounded me.
"God this really sucks." I thought in disgust. "It figures that I'd
get stuck subbing for Livingston, a guy that works the fucking red
light district!" My thoughts were abruptly broken by the sound of
someone pounding on my passenger side window.
"Please officer! Please help me!" she cried as I strained to hear her
muffled tones through the glass. As I rolled the window down, the
sounds of the panicked woman became clearer.
"Please . . . you've got to help me officer!" she begged.
"What seems to be the problem lady?" I said.
"This guy . . . this guy in the parking lot over there . . . he attacked
me!" she said.
"He attacked you?" I responded. My eyes quickly surveyed how
the woman was dressed. Then I added sarcastically, "I'm not
really sure what you're driving at lady."
"He raped me! What did you think I meant?!" she yelled. She then
turned and pointed. "That's him . . . over there. The guy in the red
windbreaker."
"Look ugh . . . Miss. I not sure what you want me to do about this
situation here. Don't take this the wrong way, but . . . aren't you a
hooker? I mean . . . like what happened here lady . . . you fuck
some guy and he stiffs you the cash? And now you want to call it
a rape or something?"
Her eyes narrowed with anger. "You fucking S.O.B.!! He raped
me! Do you understand me?! He raped me!!"
"Hey lady." I responded. "You look like you're fine to me. So
why don't you do yourself a favor and move on along . . . go find
yourself another trick. If I take you down to the station, it's just
going to be a huge waste of your time and mine. There aren't
enough hours in the day for us to deal with every complaint we get
from people like you on a Saturday night. Besides, I sure as hell
don't need anymore paperwork! You're a hooker . . . got it?
Nobody's going to take you seriously. Look at yourself . . . look at
the way you're dressed. Are you really surprised that you get
yourself into predicaments like this?" I shrugged.
"You asshole!" she yelled in anger. "You fucking asshole! I'm
going to report you to your superiors! You'll pay for this! I swear
. . ." Her tones became muffled again as my window closed . . .
cutting her off. She gave me the finger, spat on my windshield, and
then turned angrily and stomped away.
"Crazy bitch." I thought. What does she think is going to happen
to her when she walks around dressed like that. Oh well . . . she
probably got what she deserved anyway." My eyes followed her as
she walked across the street and entered the strip club that
occupied most of the block. I glanced up at the flashing sign that
was illuminating the inside of my car. A neon silhouette of a
curvaceous woman clutching her breasts must have stood nearly 15
feet tall. Intermittently, the words "The Booby Trap" lit up across
the bottom. "Well that's certainly a good place for her," I said
aloud. "She does after all, have one hell of a pair of tits!" I
chuckled to myself and went back to reading my paper in an effort
to pass the long night away.
The following week, Livingston returned from vacation and I was
put back on my day shift. It took me a couple of days for my
sleeping habits to return to normal, but by the end of the week, I
was pretty much back to my old self. Friday came and went
quickly. On my way home, I stopped to grab a quick bite to eat.
As I sat in rush hour traffic munching on my cheeseburger, my
mind wandered off to recall the events that occurred last Saturday
night. "Maybe I was a little hard on that hooker" I thought. I'm
not sure if it was guilt, or if it was some other emotion that I
couldn't put my finger on . . . but for whatever reason . . . I felt the
need to apologize and clear my conscience. "Maybe I'll head over
to that bar later tonight. Maybe I can find her and explain myself.
And besides, I wouldn't mind checking out some of the babes
anyway."
I went back to stuffing my face with greasy french fries. After a
tiring drive, I finally made it home. I kicked my feet up on the
couch and dozed for a couple of hours. I awoke around 9:00 PM,
refreshed and ready to go.
Chapter 2
As I pulled into the parking lot next to the bar, I glanced up again
at the pulsating neon sign. I paused for a minute, deciding whether
or not I really wanted to do this. But the sight of a couple of hot
girls going inside through the employee's entrance made up my
mind. "What the hell," I thought. "If for no other reason, the
scenery should be good." I made my way around to the entrance
and stepped inside. The lobby was very industrial. Exposed steel
beams and joists formed a barrel vault over rusting metal paneled
walls. At the far end of the lobby, spotlighted brightly from above,
sat a lone woman at a greeting console. My hard shoes clicked on
the wooden plank floor as I approached.
"Hi there." She said cheerfully.
"Hello." I responded.
She was absolutely gorgeous. I tried to act natural, but it was
difficult to keep my self from staring at her bare breasts. "Just one
tonight," I managed to say calmly.
"That will be twenty dollars," she said as she reached down and
produced at ticket for me. As I handed her the money, she stood up
to direct me where to go from here. She walked out from behind
the desk to reveal the full beauty of her physique. She was wearing
only a tight white spandex bikini bottom and a pair of high-heeled
shoes. She nonchalantly adjusted the position of her bikini over her
ass as she pointed down a hallway with the other free hand . . .
"Just head up those stairs over there and give your ticket to the guy
at the door. You'll need to show him a picture ID as well." She
smiled and gave me my ticket as I paid her. "Have a nice night and
enjoy yourself," she added.
I returned her smile then headed off down the dimly lit hallway. At
its' end, I climbed the metal spiral staircase that led me to two
large steel doors.
"Ticket and ID," an incredibly large bouncer grumbled in a
menacing tone.
"Sure . . . here you go," I said as I dug into my pocket to produce
them. He took my ticket and checked out my driver's license. It
seemed pretty silly to check the ID of a 32-year-old, but hey . . .
I'm sure they didn't want to get busted by some off duty cop like
myself. He gave me back my license and turned to open the two
immense doors. Their creaking sound gave way to the rumbling
funky beat of the music within. It took a moment for my eyes to
adjust . . . then I stepped inside.
I squinted to see through he haze that filled the space. Everywhere
I looked, there were people . . . the place was jammed. The
sprawling nightclub had two or three different levels, with several
bars scattered at various locations. A multi-level illuminated dance
floor sat smack in the middle of all the action; pumping fog into the
air as numerous half-naked women strutted their stuff. Suspended
from the heavy timber beams above were dozens of spotlights and
rumbling speakers that seemed to shake the very foundations of the
building. It was so loud; I could hardly hear myself think. As I
looked through the blinding lights to find the girl from last
Saturday night, my eyes stopped to admire the `scenery'. I'd been
in quite a few strip clubs before, but never in my life . . . never . . .
had I ever seen such a collection of stunningly beautiful women
before. Every girl that I looked at was simply breathtaking. It was
unbelievable. After a bit of searching, my eyes stumbled across
her. She was table dancing up on the second level. I made my way
to that area and stood off in the distance . . . waiting for an
opportunity to interrupt. As I watched her, her sensual movements
transfixed me. She was so erotic . . . so beautiful. Just then her
eyes met mine. At first she had no reaction. But after a couple of
seconds she did a double take. The expression on her face went
blank as she recognized me. She froze for a moment and then
continued on with her dance, all the while not giving me another
glance. When she finished, she quickly grabbed her bag and took
off in the other direction. She stopped briefly to whisper something
into another dancers ear, and then continued on. I tried to follow,
but she easily lost me in the crowd. As I stood there trying to gaze
over the heads of the people around me, a hand tapped me on the
shoulder.
"Can I help you find something?" a voice from behind said.
I turned around to see an attractive woman (maybe in her mid-
thirties) looking inquisitively at me.
"Ugh . . . just trying to find someone thanks." I replied.
"A friend or someone that works here?" she asked politely.
"Just someone that I need to talk with . . . really, I'm fine," I
stated.
She held out her hand as if to shake mine and said, "I'm Renee . . .
Renee Thomas. I happen to be the owner of this place, so if you're
looking for one of my girls, maybe I can point you in the right
direction."
"Nice to meet you Renee. I'm Dan Jefferson." I said.
She paused for a brief second as a curious look came across her
face. "You wouldn't happen to be LIEUTENANT Dan Jefferson
of the LA police department would you?"
I was taken completely off guard. "Well actually, I am." I said.
"Ah . . . then you must be looking for Tiffany" she replied.
"Tiffany? . . . and how did you know who I was?" I asked.
She looked amazed at me and said, "We all know who you are and
what happened last week. Tiffany is rather shaken up. It's pretty
hard to believe that you chastised her like you did, and to make it
worse, let the guy that raped her get away."
"Look lady," I said firmly. "I don't need any moral lectures from
you. It just so happens that I came here to apologize to her. Not to
cause any trouble, or get into it with you. She just needs to
understand that in my line of work, most reports filed by . . . ugh . .
. women like your employees here . . . turn out to be nothing but a
wild goose chase. It's difficult to know when someone's telling the
truth or not."
She started getting upset. "So that's why you decided to ignore her
. . . to treat her like SHE was the criminal?"
"Come on lady. Give me a break here. If I followed up on every
time a hooker told me . . . "
"Hooker!?" she interrupted. "My girls are NOT hookers!"
"Hooker . . . dancer . . . whatever," I said mater of factly. "The
point is, that it's hard to tell who's right and wrong. And besides,
let's be honest here. Women that do this kind of work take
chances. I mean . . . shit . . . you run around here half-naked
getting guys all worked up . . . it's no wonder that she got
attacked!"
"Are you saying she deserved this?!" she said angrily.
"No" I said smugly. "I'm just saying . . . you know . . . what goes
around comes around. If you want to live this kind of lifestyle . . .
well, you're gonna run into shit like this. It happens."
She just stared in disbelief at me for a moment, and then said
calmly, "Well Mr. Jefferson . . . it's obvious that we don't look at
things the same way. First of all, the girls that work here are no
different than you or me. They're people too, and are just trying to
make a living. Just like you, they have responsibilities . . .
financial obligations. I've got single mothers that work here just so
they can afford to put food on the table! How dare you condemn
them for trying to earn an honest buck. They do what they do
because they have to. You don't understand how degrading it is
for them to do the things they have to do! And then on top of it all,
to have to fear for their own safety! You don't have a clue . . .
these girls have more courage than you'll ever know!"
"Look lady" I said. "If they need a job so bad . . . let them go
down to some fast food joint or something and get a real job . . . if
they want to run around like this . . . well . . . then they get what
they deserve! I don't need your shit . . . fuck you! I'm out of
here!"
With that, I turned and angrily stormed off.
Chapter 3
I quickly rounded a corner near the exit . . . bumping head on into
some girl. As she lost her balance, I instinctively reached out to
catch her. I got a hand full of her jiggling breasts, as she fell
forward into my arms. She then propped herself up and pulled her
long flowing raven hair from her eyes.
"I'm really sorry," I said. "I just wasn't watching where I was
going. I was in a bit of a hurry. Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm OK" she said cracking a smile. "I'm just glad you
caught me or I would have fallen flat on the floor!"
"Well . . . no problem. And ugh . . . sorry about . . . well you
know . . . catching you in the wrong place there." I said shyly.
She gave me a seductive grin. "Actually, the pleasure was all
mine. I kind of enjoyed it. Why don't we do it again?"
With that comment, every hormone in my body lit on fire. She was
absolutely stunning. Her face . . . was so seductive. Her eyes . . .
so hauntingly blue. Her large breasts sat firmly on top of her small
frame. The tan lines that framed her bare chest accentuated her
hard nipples. She wore a neon lime green thong that left almost
nothing to the imagination. She was as hot as could be . . . how
could I resist. "Well . . . what did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well" she said as she licked her lips, "I was just heading over to
the bar to grab a drink. Why don't you join me? And then . . . if
you're a good boy . . . maybe I'll take you upstairs. I'll even treat .
. . I think you're cute."
I could hardly believe what I had just heard. There was no way
that any red-blooded man could walk away from that kind of
invitation. "Sure," I said coolly. "Maybe this will help me
unstress a little."
She smiled and said, "I'll guarantee that. By the way, my name's
Cindy . . . with an `S'."
"Well . . . I'm Dan . . . with a `D', nice to meet you."
She took my hand a led me over to one of the bars. "What do you
like to drink?" she asked.
"Pretty much anything," I said.
"Well . . . If you don't mind, I'd like to recommend the house
special. It's great for a change of pace!" She gave me a big smile.
"Oh yeah? What is it?" I asked.
"Will you trust me?" she said.
"All right . . . sure. Since you're treating, what can I loose?" I
responded.
"Cool!" she said excitedly. She turned toward the bar tender and
ordered us a couple of drinks. "Hey Lisa." she shouted. "Give me
a Long Island ice tea and a B.T. for my friend here."
The topless bartender gave me a smile and said to Sindy, "Does he
want regular, or loaded?"
"Oh yeah . . . give him the works!" Sindy snickered loudly.
"Coming up!" the bartender said.
After a couple of minuets of mindless chatter with Sindy, the
bartender approached with both drinks in hand.
"Here ya go," she said.
"Thanks Lisa," Sindy replied.
I gazed for a moment at the drink placed before me. To be honest,
it looked like one of those pink fruity drinks that women like to
order. Similar to a daiquiri . . . and even topped off with a cheap
plastic stir stick that was shaped like the neon sign outside of the
building. "What did you call this thing again? . . . a B.T. or
something?"
"Yeah. That's right . . . a B.T." Sindy said.
"Does B.T. stand for anything?" I asked.
"Sure does," she replied. " It's short for a "Booby Trap". Pretty
clever, huh?" She chuckled a bit and then raised her glass.
"Bottoms up!"
"Yeah . . . bottoms up." I said as we clicked glasses.
After a few more minuets of talking, it finally seemed like Sindy
was getting to the point. My patience was wearing thin. After all .
. . I was hardly interested in having an intellectual conversation
with her. All I wanted to do was find out about that . . . `upstairs'
business. But if it meant pretending to be interested in her, and
sucking down a couple of disgusting drinks . . . so be it.
"So are you ready to go?" she asked.
"Go?" I said.
"Yeah . . . you know . . . to the balcony." She purred into my ear.
"And what happens there?" I asked.
"I guess you'll have to come up and see," she said seductively.
She grabbed me by the hand and guided me to an elevator that let
us out on the upper most level. I paused for a moment, taking in
the view of the entire club below and our nearby surroundings.
The area was filled with oversized couches that were arranged in a
way to give each couple complete privacy.
"Interesting." I said.
"You ain't seen, or felt, nothing yet" she grinned. "Come on."
She dragged me over to one of the couches and pushed me back
into its' soft overstuffed cushions. My heart began to beat quicker
as she kicked off her shoes and straddled over me. The sight and
sensation of her on top of me almost caused my cock to burst right
through my pants. As she waited for the next song to start, she
unbuttoned my shirt and began to rub my chest with her soft
delicate hands. The feeling of her long fingernails picking
playfully at my nipples drove me to insanity.
"Want me to stop?" she asked sarcastically.
"Hardly." I managed to spit out.
With that she leaned over allowing her bare breasts to dangle down
and rest on my bare stomach. Then after giving me a seductive
smile, she pushed the hair back out of her face and lowered her lips
over my nipple. I arched my back and groaned with delight as she
quickly flicked her wet tongue back and forth. As the music began
to play, she started to rhythmically sway back and forth. Because
of her, and the alcohol coursing through my veins, the next few
minutes were nothing but a blur. Her nipples lightly touched my
lips . . . her pussy rocked slowly over my throbbing cock. She
pushed my hair aside and began to lick my earlobe. The heavy feel
and sound of her hot breath sent chills down my spine.
"You're driving me crazy . . ." I whispered.
"That's the idea," she said slowly. "Are you ready?"
"For what?" I said.
"For this . . ." she said.
With that she sat up and began to loosen my belt. Within a minute,
my pants were completely unzipped and on the floor. The feel of
her pussy pressing hard against my swollen cock was incredible.
"If you keep that up, I may not be able to control myself much
longer" I whispered.
"Oh? . . . what a shame" she chuckled. "That's the whole idea."
With that she raised herself up and pulled my jockey shorts down
to my ankles. As I lay squirming on my back in the soft cushions,
she backed up slowly and slid down to the floor. As she knelt
between my opened legs, she reached for her drink sitting on the
adjacent coffee table.
"Ready . . ." she purred.
I could only nod my head in agreement. She took a mouthful of ice
and swizzled it around in her mouth for a second or two before
spitting it back into the glass. As she looked me square in the eyes,
she lowered her head within inches of my throbbing cock. Without
even using her hands, she lowered her ice-cold lips over my dick.
The feeling was nothing short of exhilarating. After about ten
seconds of gently sucking, she grabbed my cock firmly with both
hands and violently began to thrust it in and out of her mouth.
Almost instantaneously I felt my cock stiffen. She felt it too and
began to moan loudly. As my orgasm built, she took my entire
cock deep within her throat. I exploded to the sounds of her
choking on my cum. She lapped up every bit of it as though it
were gold. When she was done, my body was unable to move. I
closed my eyes and laid there quivering on the couch for a few
moments. When I finally opened my eyes, I sat up only to find that
Sindy was gone. I turned my head quickly to look for her, but she
was nowhere in sight. I quickly pulled up my underwear and
started to get dressed. As I pulled up my pants, I noticed a piece of
paper stuffed into one of my pockets. I pulled it out. It was a note
from Sindy. It read as follows:
I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
Sindy
I'd been blown off by women before . . . but this was bizarre! I
stuffed the note back into my pocket and decided that it was time to
get the hell out of here.
"Wow . . . I guess that drink must have been pretty strong after
all," I thought as I staggered toward the exit. Along the way . . . it
was really weird . . . all of the women dancers seemed to stare at
me with strange looks and smiles. Some even snickered.
"This is too strange!" I thought.
Soon enough, I was in my car, and on my way home.
Chapter 4
It was late when I arrived back at my apartment. I barely had
enough energy to take a leak and crawl into bed. As I closed my
eyes, the room around me began to spin. Fortunately enough me, I
fell asleep fairly quickly. That night, I tossed and turned as I
dreamt about my encounter at the bar. Erotic images of stunningly
sexy women filled my head. It seemed to last for hours as the same
reoccurring images, kept me awake most of the night. Before it
even seemed possible, sunlight was streaming into the bedroom
from the window . . . snapping me out of my first sound sleep of
the evening. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head in disbelief. I
was hot and sweaty, and had one hell of a headache. "That . . .
was most definitely the worst nights sleep I've had in a long, long
time" I mumbled. I looked over at the clock.
"10:30 . . . ugh."
I plopped my head back down on the pillow and fell asleep for
another couple of hours.
I finally managed to wake up around 1:00 PM. I staggered into the
bathroom and took some aspirin from the medicine cabinet. I
decided to take three for good measure.
"I don't know what the hell was in that drink last night, but it sure
did a number on me." I thought as I rubbed my eyes. After a long
hot shower, I seemed to regain a little bit of energy. I got dressed
and spent most of the afternoon being a couch potato and watching
baseball. At about 5:00 PM, I decided to run out to the grocery
store to pick up a few things before my week got too hectic. I
hated shopping . . . but Sunday night was definitely the least
crowded time to do it. I grabbed my usual assortment of TV
dinners and snack foods . . . filling my cart with anything that
required little or no `prep' time. Occasionally, someone would
pass me by and stare at my selections in disbelief. But hey . . .
screw `em. Being a cop left little time to deal with being a gourmet
chef. I finally finished and headed to the checkout line.
The woman at the register greeted me. "Good evening sir. Do you
have any coupons or bottle returns?"
"No I don't," I said.
"Would you like paper or plastic?" the bag boy asked.
"Paper would be fine" I responded.
I reached into my cart and began unloading its' contents onto the
conveyer belt. When I was about half way through, my right hand
started cramping up. I switched hands and continued unloading
until my left hand started to do the same. Sharp pains started to
shoot through them.
"Are you OK sir?" the cashier asked, obviously noticing my
discomfort.
"I'm fine . . . just a little cramp" I told her.
I continued to fight through it and finish unloading. I paid and
headed out to the car. By now, the cramps had spread throughout
most of my body. I threw the bags into the trunk and quickly got
inside. I doubled over in pain with my face buried in my steering
wheel. After a couple of minutes, the sensations started to subside.
"Gee . . . I hope I'm not coming down with something," I thought.
"I haven't had stomach cramps like that in quite awhile. A few
minutes later I felt well enough to drive, and started to head home.
After carrying the groceries upstairs, I was pretty winded, so I
decided to sit down for a second before putting things away. When
I was finished, I did a few other chores and decided that I might as
well hit the sack a little early tonight. As I undressed, I noticed
that my jeans were getting a little loose on me. "Well that's some
good news," I thought. "I've been trying to drop a few pounds." I
threw them on the floor, took off my shirt and headed into the
bathroom to get ready for bed. When I looked at my reflection in
the mirror, something seemed out of kilter. I looked really bad.
Sickly and thin to be exact. My skin was pale and lifeless . . . my
face tired and hollow.
"God I look like shit!" I muttered. "I've got to start eating some
decent food before I kill myself."
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put on a tee shirt. It was
only about 8:00 PM, but I crawled into bed.
"I've got to get some sleep." I thought.
Unfortunately, that night was much like the night before. Erotic
images danced though my head keeping me from getting any rest.
At a little past 6:00 AM, the alarm clock went off.
Chapter 5
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I
undressed, I noticed that I looked a lot better than I did last night.
In fact, I seemed like my old self again.
"If I wasn't so damn tired . . . I'd say I felt as good as new."
I got ready, put on my uniform and headed down to the station.
After checking in, I grabbed my keys and took off in the squad car
for a day of patrolling the streets. For whatever reason, I had a
serious case of the `munchies'. I found myself stopping for snacks
several times that morning. By lunchtime, I was starving. I had a
craving for something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. So
I settled for an Italian sub and a soft drink. It filled me up for a
while, but still my strange craving persisted throughout out the
afternoon. I tried various chips and candy bars, but nothing
seemed to hit the right spot. When my shift was over at 4:00 PM, I
headed back to the station. As I got back to my desk, the little red
light that signaled `voice mail' was flashing. I picked up the
receiver and typed in my code . . .
"Hi Dan with a `D'. This is Sindy. I'm sure you remember me
from the other night. Meet me tonight at the club. Everything will
be clear then. See ya later. Bye."
"What?" I thought. "What a weird message. But if she wants me
to meet her . . . well . . . I sure wouldn't mind another blowjob like
that again. Maybe I'll take her up on it."
I hit the showers and headed out the door around 5:00 PM. On the
way home, I did a couple of errands. I tried to hurry to get to the
dry cleaners before they closed at 6:00 PM. There, I picked up my
uniforms and headed back out to the car. While I was walking, the
strange cramping returned. It came so quickly . . . I couldn't ward
it off. I managed to get into the car and shut the door. Again I
doubled over in pain. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I
screamed as the pain intensified. As I sat there moaning, the
strangest thing happened. I actually heard my voice changing
pitch. I looked down at my knotted hands and saw that the hair
normally on the backs of them was missing. As I held my hands
up to inspect them, I watched as my fingernails began to grow
before my eyes. I'm not sure if it was from the pain or the shock . .
. but for whatever reason . . . I blacked out.
I awoke to the sounds of pounding on my driver's side window.
"Hey lady . . . hey lady . . . are you all right?!"
In a fog, I started to stir.
"Hey lady . . . you OK?" the voice repeated.
I put my hand to my head and sat up. "I'm OK" I said.
My mind slowly started to shift into gear.
"Lady? Why was he calling me lady?" I thought.
"Oh my God!" I gasped in a high pitched voice. I grabbed my
throat as it all flooded back to me. I quickly turned on the ignition
and pulled away from the man staring at me through my window.
When I was far enough away, I pulled over in a deserted portion of
the strip malls' parking lot. I quickly looked in the rear view
mirror. I shrieked in horror at the sight that I saw. I raised my
hands to feel my face . . . trying to confirm that what I saw in the
mirror wasn't there. I held my hands up and turned them slowly,
inspecting every inch of them. "Oh my God!" I gasped. "This
can't be! This can't be!" I looked down to examine the rest of my
body. Sure enough, everything seemed wrong. My clothes hung
on me like a sack. It was almost like a child playing dress up with
their parents' clothes. As my eyes gathered in the sight, I noticed a
slight bulging behind my shirt.
"Oh please God . . . no!" I said solemnly.
I reached with both hands to grab the front of my shirt. And then
in a sudden jerk, ripped my shirt open only to expose . . . my
breasts!!
"Nooo!!" I yelled, "This is impossible!" I began to shake in fear.
I was terrified, so I started the car again and headed to the safest
place I could think of . . . home. As I sped along the highway, I
mentally tried to feel my cock. But it was no use. Their was no
sensation their at all. I thought about touching myself their to
check, but I was too afraid at the moment. I just needed to get
home. After running up the back stairs, I slipped my key into my
front door. I ran inside and slammed it behind me. I slowly made
my way to the bathroom . . . afraid of what I knew was there. I
flipped on the light and turned to gaze at my reflection in the
mirror. I gasped . . . once again passing out.
I awoke on the floor . . . hoping that when I stood up, everything
would have just been a dream. But when I noticed long hair in my
eyes, I knew that my nightmare was still continuing. I pulled
myself up and stared at the reflection once more. I was speechless.
From the looks of it . . . I was now a young girl. Very young as a
matter of fact. I looked like I was in my late teens . . . maybe close
to twenty if I was lucky. I had long brown hair. It was straight
and extremely messed up. "My face" I gasped. "My face". It was
so strange. It was still mine . . . only softened, just a bit, to the
point that it looked feminine. My eyes continued downward. I slid
my loose pants off and then unbuttoned the remaining two buttons
on my shirt. I reluctantly slid it off and dropped it to the floor.
Before me . . . on my chest . . . sat two female breasts. They were
small and not particularly attractive. They were pointy and seemed
to sag a bit. The nipples and aureoles were large with each side
being shaped slightly different than the other. I grabbed them in
disbelief. Their softness seemed so strange . . . they couldn't be
part of me! At this point I needed to know the rest. I had to see
about my cock. I closed my eyes and pulled down my jockey
shorts. I counted to three and then opened them. As I expected . . .
it was gone.
"Oh my God!!" I croaked.
What greeted me was a thick, bushy mane of dark pubic hair. I
started to search through it with my fingers in hopes of finding my
dick, but it was too late. I spread my legs apart and grabbed my
naked crotch with my bare hand. As I did, one of my fingers slid in
between two fleshy folds of skin. I reached down with my other
hand to part my hair . . . revealing what I knew I had just felt . . . a
vagina! My body began to shake and quiver . . . I became
hysterical.
After a few minutes, I pulled myself back together . . . summoning
the strength to gaze at my reflection once more. I had definitely
been turned into a young female version of my male self. To be
honest . . . I didn't make a very good-looking girl. My figure was
dumpy and out of shape . . . my breasts were unattractive and
pointy . . . and my face was crude and unrefined.
"Oh my God! What am I going to do!" I thought. Then a little
bell went off in my head.
"The note . . . the voice mail from Sindy! She has to be involved.
I've got to get to the club."
I rummaged through the closet in search of some clothes that I
might be able to wear. It was no use; my body had changed too
drastically. I had to settle for an old sweatshirt and a pair of
sweatpants. I had no shoes that fit. So I laced up my size 12
Nike's at tight as possible, tried to brush my hair out of my face,
and took off.
Chapter 6
It was around 9:00 PM when I finally arrived at the club. I gazed
toward the now familiar neon sign that glowed eerily overhead. I
approached the front door, swallowed hard, and entered. In the
distance sat the same half-naked receptionist that greeted me just
the other night. I slowly approached her, trying to think of what to
say. As I neared, she looked up at me and began to snicker.
"Hi there . . ." she said. "You must be . . . ugh . . . the new girl.
Right? We've been expecting you."
"What?" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about?"
"Well . . . aren't you here to see Renee?" she asked.
"Renee" I remarked. "Actually I was hoping to see Sindy. Is she
in?"
"Yeah I think so. Hold on a second." She picked up the phone and
paged her to the front desk. "So . . . how does it feel?"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"You know . . . how does IT feel?" she asked again as she cupped
her breasts in her hands . . . kneading them ever so slightly. A
huge grin came across her face. I stumbled backward in shock that
she KNEW.
"How . . . how did you know?" I stuttered.
She crossed her legs and popped a piece of chewing gum in her
mouth. "It's really pretty easy. You've seen one come in . . .
you've seen `em all."
Just then I heard a door behind me open. I turned to see Sindy
staring in disbelief and shame at my new form.
"Sindy!" I said. "I'm . . . I'm . . . do you know me? Do I look
familiar to you?"
"Yes Dan . . . I recognize you. I just want to say, I'm sorry."
I replied "What do you mean? Did you do this to me!?"
"Hardly" she said. "You really need to talk to Renee. She'll
answer all of your questions. She's expecting you. Come on and
follow me." She motioned with her hand for me to come along.
I went with her through the doorway and down a long narrow hall.
We entered the back of the club through a door marked `Employees
Only'. Once inside, there were numerous people scurrying about.
We walked by several dressing rooms where at least a dozen
women were in various stages of undress . . . primping their hair
and applying makeup. As I walked by, many of them whispered
amongst themselves. Some even pointed and chuckled. I hid my
face and walked on in shame. When I could take the
embarrassment no more, we finally came to Renee's office. Sindy
knocked gently. A soft voice from inside said "Enter." Sindy
swung open the door and without saying a word, motioned for me
to enter. I walked by her and stood somberly in front of Renee. I
heard the door behind me close.
"Come in . . . come in and make yourself at home" Renee said in a
cheerful tone. "Please . . . come and sit down."
As I made my way to the large leather chair in front of her desk, I
noticed that that Renee was busy checking me out. It was almost
as if she was admiring her handiwork.
"So . . ." she started.
"Are you responsible for this?!" I interrupted.
She answered. "Did I do this to you? Yes. Am I responsible that
this happened to you? No . . . I'm afraid YOU are the one that got
yourself into this predicament."
"Me!!?" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about?! What do I
have to do with any of this? What the hell has happened to me?!
What did you do to me, and why?!!"
"All right Dan. Please, just settle down. I know you've got a lot
of questions. Just give me a chance, and I'll explain everything to
you." She sat down in the chair behind her desk and crossed her
legs.
"Let me be blunt Mr. Jefferson. The other night, you were given a
drink. In that drink was a chemical substance that temporarily
alters ones genetic structure. Currently, you are experiencing the
effects of that drug."
"You said temporarily . . ." I interrupted. "You mean this isn't
permanent? Thank God!"
"Please Mr. Jefferson. Let me finish before you start jumping to
conclusions. Once again . . . Let me get straight to the point.
There is a WHY and a WHAT to explain. Let's begin with the
WHY."
I nervously sat back in my chair . . . eager to understand what the
hell was going on. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. As she
slowly puffed on it, she went on . . .
"First of all, men like you are the biggest reason that our society
still rests in the dark ages. Your archaic and chauvinistic attitudes
toward women are frankly . . . nothing short of revolting. A couple
of weeks ago . . . one of my girls, Tiffany, was raped. She came to
you . . . an officer of the law, and asked for help. You chose to
ignore her. You turned your back on her because of her physical
appearance. You didn't care about the person inside that body.
You decided that the laws of this country didn't protect her . . .
because in your own words . . . "she's nothing but a hooker". Well
Mr. Jefferson, I'm taking justice into my own hands here. It's time
that we give YOU a little attitude adjustment!"
She uncrossed her legs and adjusted her dress. I was speechless as
her explanation continued.
"And now for the WHAT. Several years ago I stumbled upon a
formula on a trip to the Far East. I had heard many rumors, and
was looking for a way to make myself beautiful. I found a potion
that promised me just that. Every twelve hours, it promised to
transform me back and forth between myself and my own vision of
female perfection. Although skeptical at first, I found that the
formula was nothing short of incredible. I took the potion back to
the States with me and soon had an idea of how I could make
myself rich. I decided to open a bar . . . the bar you are in right
now. I knew that there was a lot of money to be made at a strip
club. Men would pay through the nose to see and touch beautiful
women. But to make my club different, I needed a catch.
Something that would draw men here before going to any other
club. What I needed were the absolute hottest women in the city to
come and work for me. The only problem was . . . that 99 percent
of beautiful women don't have any interest in being strippers. The
girls that were showing up for interviews were attractive . . . but
certainly not the types that were going to make me rich. Enter the
formula. All of the sudden it dawned on me. I could use the
formula to transform any woman that was interested in working
here into a gorgeous erotic dancer. Soon, with their complete
consent, I had twenty or so of the most beautiful women anyone
had ever seen. The place became jammed . . . the girls and I have
been making a whole lot of money ever since. It's really great, not
only am I becoming extremely wealthy . . . but I'm also able to
help out women who can really use a break. With my formula, any
women who's in a tough situation . . . who can't get a decent
paying job . . . who has kids to feed . . . can make a hell of a lot of
money working here. And what's best about it . . . nobody knows
who they really are during the day. I've got single mothers,
recovering alcoholics, women who have been abused . . . you name
it . . . all working for me. It makes me feel good to help them out."
I interrupted once again. "This is all very well. But where do I fit
into this whole thing?"
"Patience my dear . . . patience" she said. "In time I will make it
all clear to you." She reached down into her drawer and pulled out
a metal rack containing several vials of blue liquid.
"You'll find that this temporary antidote is very important. There
are enough here to last you until Friday night. By then the
transformation will be complete. Come back that night and I'll fill
you in on the rest of the details . . ."
"No! wait . . . please!" I begged. "I need to know . . . please tell
me now. And what do you mean that by Friday `my
transformation will be complete'?!"
"I'm sorry Dan . . . I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. That's
half of the fun!" she laughed.
"Now listen good, and listen closely" she said in a suddenly serious
tone. "Drink one vial of this liquid each night after you change. It
will allow you to transform back into your old male self in the
morning. If you fail to do so . . . the changes that have occurred
will become permanent! And remember this . . . I am the only one
who can ever give you anymore of this. So . . . if you double cross
me in any way, or try to turn me in to the police . . . those will be
the last doses of antidote that you'll ever see. And those scrawny
little titties poking out through your shirt . . . will be YOURS
forever!!" Her laughter echoed through my head as I tried to
comprehend the entire situation.
"Please" I asked. "Please don't do this to me!"
"Here . . . take these and get out of my sight!" she said angrily as
she forced the metal rack into my hands. She walked over and
opened the doors. "Now take a hike asshole . . . I`ve got a business
to run!"
I got up trembling and headed out the door. When I was no more
than five or six feet away, I heard her speak to me once more.
Only this time, there was no trace of anger or hostility in her voice.
In fact, her entire mood seemed to have shifted.
"Oh and dear . . . don't forget . . . I'll see you Friday night OK?"
she said politely with a charming smile on her face. She blew me a
kiss and added, "Have a nice week . . ." She waved sweetly as I
turned and walked away. I found a lone chair off on the side of the
room. I sat down and buried my face into my hands as I began to
cry.
After a couple of minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hush now . . . everything's going to be all right" a voice said. I
looked up to see one of the dancers staring down at me with pity.
"Really" she said. "You'll be OK. It just takes some time to get
used to."
"Get used to?! How would you know?" I said. "How could you
ever know how I feel?"
She said "Because I once sat in that very chair . . . and cried for
the very same reasons." She patted me on the shoulder, turned and
walked away. After a few more minutes, I regained some sense of
composure and got up to head home.
The entire ride was a blur. My head was spinning so fast. I
hurried up to my apartment, hoping that no one would recognize
me, and locked the door. I ran to the bathroom and stared at the
young girl's reflection the mirror. I slowly undressed and took in
the new visual and physical sensations of my body. I felt so frail,
so small and weak. It was so strange to feel these two small
breasts hanging from my ribcage. I held them in disbelief as I
stared down at them. My eyes wandered even lower, to the area
where just a few hours ago hung an eight-inch cock. Now, there
wasn't even any remaining sign of it. My hands slid down to feel
what was no longer their. Smooth contours were all that greeted
me now. I gazed at the vials of blue liquid sitting on my
countertop. Praying that they would restore my manhood, I
grabbed one, and quickly gulped it down. I shuddered at its bitter
taste as I threw the empty glass into the trashcan. I took a few
deep breaths and then crawled into bed. I laid there for what
seemed like an eternity praying that this would all somehow end. I
fell asleep only to awake to static on my television screen several
hours later. I reached for the remote, turned it off and quickly went
back to sleep.
Chapter 7
When the alarm went off at 6:15 AM, I quickly sat up in bed to see
if my old body had returned. I pulled the sheets away to find my
old hairy chest staring back at me. I quickly ran to the mirror
reaffirm things to myself.
"Thank God . . ." I said as I grasped my face with both hands.
"It's me! It worked! Thank God it worked!"
After a few moments of joyfully groping at myself, I came to my
senses and realized that I needed to get ready for work. I took a
quick shower, dressed and headed down to the station.
Fortunately, the day was pretty slow. I had a hard time
concentrating on my job as I spent most of the day trying to
rationalize to myself that last night never really happened. I
actually started to believe myself, but as the end of the day
approached, I became more and more apprehensive with each
passing hour. I rushed to get home by 6:00 PM, just in case I
really wasn't hallucinating.
As the time drew nearer and nearer, my heart began to pound
harder. Minutes seemed to take hours to pass by. I braced myself
as the hands on my watch finally reached 6:00 PM, and then . . .
nothing.
"Thank God" I said in relief. I didn't feel any different.
"Maybe nothing's going to happen . . ."
I decided to wait a little while longer, just in case. By 6:15 PM, I
was starting to feel confident that I was safe. By 6:20 PM . . . I
was sure of it. I went into the kitchen to get something to eat when
all of the sudden I started to feel hot. Within moments my skin felt
as though it was crawling with ants. I dropped to my knees as my
quivering body began to alter. I could fell every bit of it. My hair
and nails growing . . . body shrinking . . . my crotch rearranging
itself . . . my chest swelling into tits! After a couple of minutes, the
metamorphosis was finished. I quickly got up and ran into the
bathroom. I was once again a young girl. But this time, the face
that stared back at me was slightly different. I pulled off my
clothes to see if anything else was changed. The first thing that
struck me was the shape of my breasts. They appeared fuller and
better shaped than the pathetically shaped boobs that I had last
night. In fact as I examined myself. My entire body seemed
slightly shapelier than before. Instead of being completely scrawny
and unattractive, my body was much more typical of your run in
the mill teenage girl. As I stared at my reflection, the realization
that I was indeed cursed by Renee set in. I began to break down
and cry once more.
"What am I going to do?!" I sobbed. "I can't live my life like this!
I can't take it!"
After a few minutes, I remembered about the antidote that I had to
take to keep this nightmare from becoming permanent. I pulled one
of the small glass vials from my vanity drawer and held it up to the
light to take a look at it. I pulled out the rubber stopper, paused a
second, and then quickly downed the blue liquid.
"I pray this works again" I thought as chills ran up and down my
spine. Unable to bear the sight of what I'd turned into, I decided to
get into bed and sleep as much of the night away as possible.
The night was long. It seemed as though I tossed and turned for
hours. I hardly got any sleep as strange dreams of erotic women
again danced through my head. It finally ended with the sound of
my alarm clock waking me at 6:30 AM. I quickly pulled the sheets
back to once more reveal my old male self.
"Thank God!" I thought.
I got up and got into the shower to get ready for work.
Chapter 8
The week went by ever so slowly. Every night had been more and
more of the same. Somewhere between 6:00 and 6:30 PM, I would
painfully morph into a teenage girl. Each time slightly different
and slightly more attractive than before. For whatever the reason,
the nightmares seemed to be getting worse. I had hardly slept a
wink all week. The haunting beauty of this one particular woman
seemed to stand out from all of the other images in my dreams.
She appeared in them every night, becoming more and more
prominent in them as the week progressed. Her image was burned
into my mind more clearly as each and every night came and went.
The week dragged on until finally, it was Friday night. By 6:30
PM, I had once more transformed into a now, very pretty young
girl. According to what Renee had said the other night, my five-
day transformation had finally ended. My body had become
shapely and soft . . . my features delicate and feminine. Gone
completely was the awkward looking girl from earlier in the week.
My hair was long and silky . . . my features delicate and innocent.
My breasts, yet still small, had become round and firm. My thin
legs had lengthened and firmed up . . . only to end in an impossibly
smooth crotch. The bushy pubic hair had been disappearing
throughout the week, leaving behind a sparse patch of fine soft
hairs that barely hid the slit between my legs. As I looked deep
into the feminine features in the mirror, I could still see my old
male self peeking out from behind the foreign reflection. If
someone knew, and really looked hard, they would still be able to
recognize me. But to the casual onlooker, I was no different than
any other attractive 18-year-old girl.
"Thank goodness it's finally over." I thought in relief. "Maybe
those nightmares will finally stop too."
As much as I hated to think about it, the time had finally come for
me to return to the club and give Renee another visit. Thoughts of
what she was going to tell me made me extremely nervous. I just
prayed that she'd give me some more antidotes so that I could
continue to change back into a man during the day. I got dressed in
some of my baggy male clothes and headed out the door.
When I arrived at the club, a sick feeling began to fill my stomach.
I'd spent all week scared to death of what might happen tonight. I
wanted to run away . . . but I had no choice but to stay. I
swallowed hard and walked in through the front doors. Again the
beautiful young woman behind the front desk chuckled as I
approached.
"Well . . . well" she laughed. "What do we have here?"
"I'm here to see Renee," I said firmly.
"Of course you are dear . . . " she said as she picked up the phone
to announce my arrival. "Why don't you have a seat over there for
a few minutes . . . she said that she'd be out shortly. If you'd like
to use the LADIES room . . . it's right around the corner." She
tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't contain herself from
breaking out in laughter halfway through the sentence. With a look
of disgust on my face, I quickly turned around and walked over to
the couch to sit down.
Soon, Renee's voice startled me from my own deep thoughts.
"Well, well . . . I see that my formula has done its job rather nicely.
Don't you agree?"
I shot up out of my seat. "Look Renee . . . I'm really sorry for
everything that I've done. Please forgive me. I just want this to
end. I'll do anything you say . . . please just turn me back into a
man . . . please . . . I beg you!"
"I know, I know . . . I've heard it all before" she said calmly.
"Come to my office . . . I think it's time we had our little talk."
She motioned with her hand for me to follow. I got up and
nervously walked with her back to her office. Once inside, she
again closed the doors behind us . . . the noise seemingly echoing
throughout my head as my heart raced with anticipation. She
turned and sat seductively on the front of her desk. She gave me
the once over and then reached into a drawer to pull out yet another
vial of liquid.
"Here you go my dear Dan . . . bottoms up!" she said as she
handed it to me.
I grabbed the tiny bottle, pulled out the rubber stopper and quickly
drank the blue liquid.
"You're probably noticing by now that the taste is slightly . . .
different," she said as I handed her back the empty vial. A look of
concern came over my face.
"No need to worry dear. It's still your precious antidote. The only
difference is that this version is slightly different than the one that
you have been ingesting all week. It has all of the necessary
components to do its' job except for one . . . consider it say . . .
part 1 of 2. You still need to receive part 2 for the antidote to be
complete and change you back by morning."
"So what do I have to do for you to give me the other part?" I
asked in a scared tone.
"Sweetheart . . ." she cooed. I'm afraid you misunderstand. If,
and only if, you do as I say . . . I'll give you the first part of your
nightly dose. Consider it a type of obedience leash! The second
part is up to you to find on your own. Just remember, if you miss
either part, you'll remain stuck in your current form forever!"
"Well" I said sheepishly. "What are you going to make me do . . .
and, what . . . how . . . do I get this second part?"
Her eyes seemed to shimmer at the prospect of answering my
questions.
"Do you remember where my little story left off the other night?"
she asked.
"Story? What story?" I asked.
"You know," she said. "About how I came upon my little formula
and how I've used it to create this bar . . ."
"Oh yeah" I said. "I remember."
"Well . . ." she said. "Let me continue . . . About a year ago, one
of the girls boyfriends beat her up pretty badly. She wouldn't turn
him in to the police. I was furious about the whole thing. After a
couple of days, I had an idea. If she wasn't going to do anything to
him, I sure as hell was. So I decided to see what would happen if I
gave a man a dose of my formula. Sure enough . . . it had the same
effect. It turned him into the woman of his fantasies for twelve
hours a day . . . just like it did to the girls. So . . . I basically
enslaved him to me. I made him pay . . . I taught him a lesson that
he'll never forget. I forced him to work here at the bar with the
other women until I decided he had paid his price.
"Oh my God!" I gasped in horror. "And . . . you're . . . doing the
same to me?"
"Very good . . . you catch on fast Dan." A sickening grin came
across her face. "The bottom line is . . . you are being punished.
Every twelve hours you will transform between your old male self
and your new female version. While male . . . you are free to live
your old life as you were. Carry on your job . . . whatever you
like. While female . . . the choice is actually yours as well. But
understand this well. I am the only one with the antidote for what
I've done to you, and the only way that I'll ever give it to you is by
paying off your debt to me. If you choose to NOT pay it off . . .
well, then you'll remain in this state forever. Is that clear?"
"Let me get this straight." I said. "You want me to pay off some
kind of debt? Then you'll end this nightmare for good?"
"It's that simple" she said shrugging her shoulders.
"So what's the debt?" I asked.
"100,000 dollars." She said calmly.
"A hundred thousand dollars!" I yelled. "Where am I going to
come up with that kind of money?!!"
"By working of course . . . right here at the Booby Trap," she said.
"If you can average around 300 dollars a night, you'll be free and
clear in a little over a year. Sooner if you're really a good dancer,
longer if you're bad at it. I reserve the right to increase the dollar
amount at any time for misbehavior. So in other words . . . be
good, do your job, keep the customers happy, and make as much
money as fast as you can. Once you've paid me off . . . IF . . . and
only IF I decided that you have ALSO learned your lesson . . . that
your attitude toward woman has changed substantially . . . I will
give you the final antidote. Then you may go back to your life as
you were. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough?!!" I yelled. "You can't do this to me! This is
blackmail! You trapped me!"
"Fine then . . ." she said. "The choice is yours. If you don't want
to do as I say . . . well then . . . just go ahead and leave. I promise
I won't bother you again. But just remember! When you wake up
in the morning. That scrawny little body will be staring back at
you in the mirror. You'll remain just like you are . . . an 18-year-
old girl . . . FOREVER!!" Her laughter filled the room as I
covered my ears and closed my eyes, hoping that it would all
somehow end.
Then . . . pathetically I begged "How can you do this to me?
Please . . . please let me go. I'm sorry. I truly am."
"Oh I'm sure you are Dan," she said. "But that wouldn't be any
fun now would it?"
After a few moments of silently thinking about my situation, I
looked her in the eyes and reluctantly agreed to her terms. Really, I
had no choice if I ever wanted to get out of this mess.
"I knew you'd come around to the right decision" she chuckled.
"Now . . ." I interrupted. "What about this second part of the
formula that I need?"
"Actually" she said. "It's readily available. You can pretty much
get it anywhere you like."
"I'm confused." I responded. "What is it? Where do I get it?"
Standing . . . she leaned over toward me, propping herself up with
both arms on her desk. She looked me straight in the eye and said.
"My silly little girl. All you have to do is find a man. Part 2 is
male semen . . . sperm!!" She began to laugh uncontrollably. My
body started to shake.
"Sperm!" I yelled. "You can't be serious! There's no way in hell
I'm going to drink that! You're crazy!"
"Suit yourself" she said while shruggin
Chapter 1
The pale flicker of neon light bathed my face as I sat intently
reading the sports page in the insulated environment of my car.
Every now and then, I took a swig of my luke-warm coffee and
looked out at the sleazy streets that surrounded me.
"God this really sucks." I thought in disgust. "It figures that I'd
get stuck subbing for Livingston, a guy that works the fucking red
light district!" My thoughts were abruptly broken by the sound of
someone pounding on my passenger side window.
"Please officer! Please help me!" she cried as I strained to hear her
muffled tones through the glass. As I rolled the window down, the
sounds of the panicked woman became clearer.
"Please . . . you've got to help me officer!" she begged.
"What seems to be the problem lady?" I said.
"This guy . . . this guy in the parking lot over there . . . he attacked
me!" she said.
"He attacked you?" I responded. My eyes quickly surveyed how
the woman was dressed. Then I added sarcastically, "I'm not
really sure what you're driving at lady."
"He raped me! What did you think I meant?!" she yelled. She then
turned and pointed. "That's him . . . over there. The guy in the red
windbreaker."
"Look ugh . . . Miss. I not sure what you want me to do about this
situation here. Don't take this the wrong way, but . . . aren't you a
hooker? I mean . . . like what happened here lady . . . you fuck
some guy and he stiffs you the cash? And now you want to call it
a rape or something?"
Her eyes narrowed with anger. "You fucking S.O.B.!! He raped
me! Do you understand me?! He raped me!!"
"Hey lady." I responded. "You look like you're fine to me. So
why don't you do yourself a favor and move on along . . . go find
yourself another trick. If I take you down to the station, it's just
going to be a huge waste of your time and mine. There aren't
enough hours in the day for us to deal with every complaint we get
from people like you on a Saturday night. Besides, I sure as hell
don't need anymore paperwork! You're a hooker . . . got it?
Nobody's going to take you seriously. Look at yourself . . . look at
the way you're dressed. Are you really surprised that you get
yourself into predicaments like this?" I shrugged.
"You asshole!" she yelled in anger. "You fucking asshole! I'm
going to report you to your superiors! You'll pay for this! I swear
. . ." Her tones became muffled again as my window closed . . .
cutting her off. She gave me the finger, spat on my windshield, and
then turned angrily and stomped away.
"Crazy bitch." I thought. What does she think is going to happen
to her when she walks around dressed like that. Oh well . . . she
probably got what she deserved anyway." My eyes followed her as
she walked across the street and entered the strip club that
occupied most of the block. I glanced up at the flashing sign that
was illuminating the inside of my car. A neon silhouette of a
curvaceous woman clutching her breasts must have stood nearly 15
feet tall. Intermittently, the words "The Booby Trap" lit up across
the bottom. "Well that's certainly a good place for her," I said
aloud. "She does after all, have one hell of a pair of tits!" I
chuckled to myself and went back to reading my paper in an effort
to pass the long night away.
The following week, Livingston returned from vacation and I was
put back on my day shift. It took me a couple of days for my
sleeping habits to return to normal, but by the end of the week, I
was pretty much back to my old self. Friday came and went
quickly. On my way home, I stopped to grab a quick bite to eat.
As I sat in rush hour traffic munching on my cheeseburger, my
mind wandered off to recall the events that occurred last Saturday
night. "Maybe I was a little hard on that hooker" I thought. I'm
not sure if it was guilt, or if it was some other emotion that I
couldn't put my finger on . . . but for whatever reason . . . I felt the
need to apologize and clear my conscience. "Maybe I'll head over
to that bar later tonight. Maybe I can find her and explain myself.
And besides, I wouldn't mind checking out some of the babes
anyway."
I went back to stuffing my face with greasy french fries. After a
tiring drive, I finally made it home. I kicked my feet up on the
couch and dozed for a couple of hours. I awoke around 9:00 PM,
refreshed and ready to go.
Chapter 2
As I pulled into the parking lot next to the bar, I glanced up again
at the pulsating neon sign. I paused for a minute, deciding whether
or not I really wanted to do this. But the sight of a couple of hot
girls going inside through the employee's entrance made up my
mind. "What the hell," I thought. "If for no other reason, the
scenery should be good." I made my way around to the entrance
and stepped inside. The lobby was very industrial. Exposed steel
beams and joists formed a barrel vault over rusting metal paneled
walls. At the far end of the lobby, spotlighted brightly from above,
sat a lone woman at a greeting console. My hard shoes clicked on
the wooden plank floor as I approached.
"Hi there." She said cheerfully.
"Hello." I responded.
She was absolutely gorgeous. I tried to act natural, but it was
difficult to keep my self from staring at her bare breasts. "Just one
tonight," I managed to say calmly.
"That will be twenty dollars," she said as she reached down and
produced at ticket for me. As I handed her the money, she stood up
to direct me where to go from here. She walked out from behind
the desk to reveal the full beauty of her physique. She was wearing
only a tight white spandex bikini bottom and a pair of high-heeled
shoes. She nonchalantly adjusted the position of her bikini over her
ass as she pointed down a hallway with the other free hand . . .
"Just head up those stairs over there and give your ticket to the guy
at the door. You'll need to show him a picture ID as well." She
smiled and gave me my ticket as I paid her. "Have a nice night and
enjoy yourself," she added.
I returned her smile then headed off down the dimly lit hallway. At
its' end, I climbed the metal spiral staircase that led me to two
large steel doors.
"Ticket and ID," an incredibly large bouncer grumbled in a
menacing tone.
"Sure . . . here you go," I said as I dug into my pocket to produce
them. He took my ticket and checked out my driver's license. It
seemed pretty silly to check the ID of a 32-year-old, but hey . . .
I'm sure they didn't want to get busted by some off duty cop like
myself. He gave me back my license and turned to open the two
immense doors. Their creaking sound gave way to the rumbling
funky beat of the music within. It took a moment for my eyes to
adjust . . . then I stepped inside.
I squinted to see through he haze that filled the space. Everywhere
I looked, there were people . . . the place was jammed. The
sprawling nightclub had two or three different levels, with several
bars scattered at various locations. A multi-level illuminated dance
floor sat smack in the middle of all the action; pumping fog into the
air as numerous half-naked women strutted their stuff. Suspended
from the heavy timber beams above were dozens of spotlights and
rumbling speakers that seemed to shake the very foundations of the
building. It was so loud; I could hardly hear myself think. As I
looked through the blinding lights to find the girl from last
Saturday night, my eyes stopped to admire the `scenery'. I'd been
in quite a few strip clubs before, but never in my life . . . never . . .
had I ever seen such a collection of stunningly beautiful women
before. Every girl that I looked at was simply breathtaking. It was
unbelievable. After a bit of searching, my eyes stumbled across
her. She was table dancing up on the second level. I made my way
to that area and stood off in the distance . . . waiting for an
opportunity to interrupt. As I watched her, her sensual movements
transfixed me. She was so erotic . . . so beautiful. Just then her
eyes met mine. At first she had no reaction. But after a couple of
seconds she did a double take. The expression on her face went
blank as she recognized me. She froze for a moment and then
continued on with her dance, all the while not giving me another
glance. When she finished, she quickly grabbed her bag and took
off in the other direction. She stopped briefly to whisper something
into another dancers ear, and then continued on. I tried to follow,
but she easily lost me in the crowd. As I stood there trying to gaze
over the heads of the people around me, a hand tapped me on the
shoulder.
"Can I help you find something?" a voice from behind said.
I turned around to see an attractive woman (maybe in her mid-
thirties) looking inquisitively at me.
"Ugh . . . just trying to find someone thanks." I replied.
"A friend or someone that works here?" she asked politely.
"Just someone that I need to talk with . . . really, I'm fine," I
stated.
She held out her hand as if to shake mine and said, "I'm Renee . . .
Renee Thomas. I happen to be the owner of this place, so if you're
looking for one of my girls, maybe I can point you in the right
direction."
"Nice to meet you Renee. I'm Dan Jefferson." I said.
She paused for a brief second as a curious look came across her
face. "You wouldn't happen to be LIEUTENANT Dan Jefferson
of the LA police department would you?"
I was taken completely off guard. "Well actually, I am." I said.
"Ah . . . then you must be looking for Tiffany" she replied.
"Tiffany? . . . and how did you know who I was?" I asked.
She looked amazed at me and said, "We all know who you are and
what happened last week. Tiffany is rather shaken up. It's pretty
hard to believe that you chastised her like you did, and to make it
worse, let the guy that raped her get away."
"Look lady," I said firmly. "I don't need any moral lectures from
you. It just so happens that I came here to apologize to her. Not to
cause any trouble, or get into it with you. She just needs to
understand that in my line of work, most reports filed by . . . ugh . .
. women like your employees here . . . turn out to be nothing but a
wild goose chase. It's difficult to know when someone's telling the
truth or not."
She started getting upset. "So that's why you decided to ignore her
. . . to treat her like SHE was the criminal?"
"Come on lady. Give me a break here. If I followed up on every
time a hooker told me . . . "
"Hooker!?" she interrupted. "My girls are NOT hookers!"
"Hooker . . . dancer . . . whatever," I said mater of factly. "The
point is, that it's hard to tell who's right and wrong. And besides,
let's be honest here. Women that do this kind of work take
chances. I mean . . . shit . . . you run around here half-naked
getting guys all worked up . . . it's no wonder that she got
attacked!"
"Are you saying she deserved this?!" she said angrily.
"No" I said smugly. "I'm just saying . . . you know . . . what goes
around comes around. If you want to live this kind of lifestyle . . .
well, you're gonna run into shit like this. It happens."
She just stared in disbelief at me for a moment, and then said
calmly, "Well Mr. Jefferson . . . it's obvious that we don't look at
things the same way. First of all, the girls that work here are no
different than you or me. They're people too, and are just trying to
make a living. Just like you, they have responsibilities . . .
financial obligations. I've got single mothers that work here just so
they can afford to put food on the table! How dare you condemn
them for trying to earn an honest buck. They do what they do
because they have to. You don't understand how degrading it is
for them to do the things they have to do! And then on top of it all,
to have to fear for their own safety! You don't have a clue . . .
these girls have more courage than you'll ever know!"
"Look lady" I said. "If they need a job so bad . . . let them go
down to some fast food joint or something and get a real job . . . if
they want to run around like this . . . well . . . then they get what
they deserve! I don't need your shit . . . fuck you! I'm out of
here!"
With that, I turned and angrily stormed off.
Chapter 3
I quickly rounded a corner near the exit . . . bumping head on into
some girl. As she lost her balance, I instinctively reached out to
catch her. I got a hand full of her jiggling breasts, as she fell
forward into my arms. She then propped herself up and pulled her
long flowing raven hair from her eyes.
"I'm really sorry," I said. "I just wasn't watching where I was
going. I was in a bit of a hurry. Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm OK" she said cracking a smile. "I'm just glad you
caught me or I would have fallen flat on the floor!"
"Well . . . no problem. And ugh . . . sorry about . . . well you
know . . . catching you in the wrong place there." I said shyly.
She gave me a seductive grin. "Actually, the pleasure was all
mine. I kind of enjoyed it. Why don't we do it again?"
With that comment, every hormone in my body lit on fire. She was
absolutely stunning. Her face . . . was so seductive. Her eyes . . .
so hauntingly blue. Her large breasts sat firmly on top of her small
frame. The tan lines that framed her bare chest accentuated her
hard nipples. She wore a neon lime green thong that left almost
nothing to the imagination. She was as hot as could be . . . how
could I resist. "Well . . . what did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well" she said as she licked her lips, "I was just heading over to
the bar to grab a drink. Why don't you join me? And then . . . if
you're a good boy . . . maybe I'll take you upstairs. I'll even treat .
. . I think you're cute."
I could hardly believe what I had just heard. There was no way
that any red-blooded man could walk away from that kind of
invitation. "Sure," I said coolly. "Maybe this will help me
unstress a little."
She smiled and said, "I'll guarantee that. By the way, my name's
Cindy . . . with an `S'."
"Well . . . I'm Dan . . . with a `D', nice to meet you."
She took my hand a led me over to one of the bars. "What do you
like to drink?" she asked.
"Pretty much anything," I said.
"Well . . . If you don't mind, I'd like to recommend the house
special. It's great for a change of pace!" She gave me a big smile.
"Oh yeah? What is it?" I asked.
"Will you trust me?" she said.
"All right . . . sure. Since you're treating, what can I loose?" I
responded.
"Cool!" she said excitedly. She turned toward the bar tender and
ordered us a couple of drinks. "Hey Lisa." she shouted. "Give me
a Long Island ice tea and a B.T. for my friend here."
The topless bartender gave me a smile and said to Sindy, "Does he
want regular, or loaded?"
"Oh yeah . . . give him the works!" Sindy snickered loudly.
"Coming up!" the bartender said.
After a couple of minuets of mindless chatter with Sindy, the
bartender approached with both drinks in hand.
"Here ya go," she said.
"Thanks Lisa," Sindy replied.
I gazed for a moment at the drink placed before me. To be honest,
it looked like one of those pink fruity drinks that women like to
order. Similar to a daiquiri . . . and even topped off with a cheap
plastic stir stick that was shaped like the neon sign outside of the
building. "What did you call this thing again? . . . a B.T. or
something?"
"Yeah. That's right . . . a B.T." Sindy said.
"Does B.T. stand for anything?" I asked.
"Sure does," she replied. " It's short for a "Booby Trap". Pretty
clever, huh?" She chuckled a bit and then raised her glass.
"Bottoms up!"
"Yeah . . . bottoms up." I said as we clicked glasses.
After a few more minuets of talking, it finally seemed like Sindy
was getting to the point. My patience was wearing thin. After all .
. . I was hardly interested in having an intellectual conversation
with her. All I wanted to do was find out about that . . . `upstairs'
business. But if it meant pretending to be interested in her, and
sucking down a couple of disgusting drinks . . . so be it.
"So are you ready to go?" she asked.
"Go?" I said.
"Yeah . . . you know . . . to the balcony." She purred into my ear.
"And what happens there?" I asked.
"I guess you'll have to come up and see," she said seductively.
She grabbed me by the hand and guided me to an elevator that let
us out on the upper most level. I paused for a moment, taking in
the view of the entire club below and our nearby surroundings.
The area was filled with oversized couches that were arranged in a
way to give each couple complete privacy.
"Interesting." I said.
"You ain't seen, or felt, nothing yet" she grinned. "Come on."
She dragged me over to one of the couches and pushed me back
into its' soft overstuffed cushions. My heart began to beat quicker
as she kicked off her shoes and straddled over me. The sight and
sensation of her on top of me almost caused my cock to burst right
through my pants. As she waited for the next song to start, she
unbuttoned my shirt and began to rub my chest with her soft
delicate hands. The feeling of her long fingernails picking
playfully at my nipples drove me to insanity.
"Want me to stop?" she asked sarcastically.
"Hardly." I managed to spit out.
With that she leaned over allowing her bare breasts to dangle down
and rest on my bare stomach. Then after giving me a seductive
smile, she pushed the hair back out of her face and lowered her lips
over my nipple. I arched my back and groaned with delight as she
quickly flicked her wet tongue back and forth. As the music began
to play, she started to rhythmically sway back and forth. Because
of her, and the alcohol coursing through my veins, the next few
minutes were nothing but a blur. Her nipples lightly touched my
lips . . . her pussy rocked slowly over my throbbing cock. She
pushed my hair aside and began to lick my earlobe. The heavy feel
and sound of her hot breath sent chills down my spine.
"You're driving me crazy . . ." I whispered.
"That's the idea," she said slowly. "Are you ready?"
"For what?" I said.
"For this . . ." she said.
With that she sat up and began to loosen my belt. Within a minute,
my pants were completely unzipped and on the floor. The feel of
her pussy pressing hard against my swollen cock was incredible.
"If you keep that up, I may not be able to control myself much
longer" I whispered.
"Oh? . . . what a shame" she chuckled. "That's the whole idea."
With that she raised herself up and pulled my jockey shorts down
to my ankles. As I lay squirming on my back in the soft cushions,
she backed up slowly and slid down to the floor. As she knelt
between my opened legs, she reached for her drink sitting on the
adjacent coffee table.
"Ready . . ." she purred.
I could only nod my head in agreement. She took a mouthful of ice
and swizzled it around in her mouth for a second or two before
spitting it back into the glass. As she looked me square in the eyes,
she lowered her head within inches of my throbbing cock. Without
even using her hands, she lowered her ice-cold lips over my dick.
The feeling was nothing short of exhilarating. After about ten
seconds of gently sucking, she grabbed my cock firmly with both
hands and violently began to thrust it in and out of her mouth.
Almost instantaneously I felt my cock stiffen. She felt it too and
began to moan loudly. As my orgasm built, she took my entire
cock deep within her throat. I exploded to the sounds of her
choking on my cum. She lapped up every bit of it as though it
were gold. When she was done, my body was unable to move. I
closed my eyes and laid there quivering on the couch for a few
moments. When I finally opened my eyes, I sat up only to find that
Sindy was gone. I turned my head quickly to look for her, but she
was nowhere in sight. I quickly pulled up my underwear and
started to get dressed. As I pulled up my pants, I noticed a piece of
paper stuffed into one of my pockets. I pulled it out. It was a note
from Sindy. It read as follows:
I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
Sindy
I'd been blown off by women before . . . but this was bizarre! I
stuffed the note back into my pocket and decided that it was time to
get the hell out of here.
"Wow . . . I guess that drink must have been pretty strong after
all," I thought as I staggered toward the exit. Along the way . . . it
was really weird . . . all of the women dancers seemed to stare at
me with strange looks and smiles. Some even snickered.
"This is too strange!" I thought.
Soon enough, I was in my car, and on my way home.
Chapter 4
It was late when I arrived back at my apartment. I barely had
enough energy to take a leak and crawl into bed. As I closed my
eyes, the room around me began to spin. Fortunately enough me, I
fell asleep fairly quickly. That night, I tossed and turned as I
dreamt about my encounter at the bar. Erotic images of stunningly
sexy women filled my head. It seemed to last for hours as the same
reoccurring images, kept me awake most of the night. Before it
even seemed possible, sunlight was streaming into the bedroom
from the window . . . snapping me out of my first sound sleep of
the evening. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head in disbelief. I
was hot and sweaty, and had one hell of a headache. "That . . .
was most definitely the worst nights sleep I've had in a long, long
time" I mumbled. I looked over at the clock.
"10:30 . . . ugh."
I plopped my head back down on the pillow and fell asleep for
another couple of hours.
I finally managed to wake up around 1:00 PM. I staggered into the
bathroom and took some aspirin from the medicine cabinet. I
decided to take three for good measure.
"I don't know what the hell was in that drink last night, but it sure
did a number on me." I thought as I rubbed my eyes. After a long
hot shower, I seemed to regain a little bit of energy. I got dressed
and spent most of the afternoon being a couch potato and watching
baseball. At about 5:00 PM, I decided to run out to the grocery
store to pick up a few things before my week got too hectic. I
hated shopping . . . but Sunday night was definitely the least
crowded time to do it. I grabbed my usual assortment of TV
dinners and snack foods . . . filling my cart with anything that
required little or no `prep' time. Occasionally, someone would
pass me by and stare at my selections in disbelief. But hey . . .
screw `em. Being a cop left little time to deal with being a gourmet
chef. I finally finished and headed to the checkout line.
The woman at the register greeted me. "Good evening sir. Do you
have any coupons or bottle returns?"
"No I don't," I said.
"Would you like paper or plastic?" the bag boy asked.
"Paper would be fine" I responded.
I reached into my cart and began unloading its' contents onto the
conveyer belt. When I was about half way through, my right hand
started cramping up. I switched hands and continued unloading
until my left hand started to do the same. Sharp pains started to
shoot through them.
"Are you OK sir?" the cashier asked, obviously noticing my
discomfort.
"I'm fine . . . just a little cramp" I told her.
I continued to fight through it and finish unloading. I paid and
headed out to the car. By now, the cramps had spread throughout
most of my body. I threw the bags into the trunk and quickly got
inside. I doubled over in pain with my face buried in my steering
wheel. After a couple of minutes, the sensations started to subside.
"Gee . . . I hope I'm not coming down with something," I thought.
"I haven't had stomach cramps like that in quite awhile. A few
minutes later I felt well enough to drive, and started to head home.
After carrying the groceries upstairs, I was pretty winded, so I
decided to sit down for a second before putting things away. When
I was finished, I did a few other chores and decided that I might as
well hit the sack a little early tonight. As I undressed, I noticed
that my jeans were getting a little loose on me. "Well that's some
good news," I thought. "I've been trying to drop a few pounds." I
threw them on the floor, took off my shirt and headed into the
bathroom to get ready for bed. When I looked at my reflection in
the mirror, something seemed out of kilter. I looked really bad.
Sickly and thin to be exact. My skin was pale and lifeless . . . my
face tired and hollow.
"God I look like shit!" I muttered. "I've got to start eating some
decent food before I kill myself."
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put on a tee shirt. It was
only about 8:00 PM, but I crawled into bed.
"I've got to get some sleep." I thought.
Unfortunately, that night was much like the night before. Erotic
images danced though my head keeping me from getting any rest.
At a little past 6:00 AM, the alarm clock went off.
Chapter 5
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I
undressed, I noticed that I looked a lot better than I did last night.
In fact, I seemed like my old self again.
"If I wasn't so damn tired . . . I'd say I felt as good as new."
I got ready, put on my uniform and headed down to the station.
After checking in, I grabbed my keys and took off in the squad car
for a day of patrolling the streets. For whatever reason, I had a
serious case of the `munchies'. I found myself stopping for snacks
several times that morning. By lunchtime, I was starving. I had a
craving for something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. So
I settled for an Italian sub and a soft drink. It filled me up for a
while, but still my strange craving persisted throughout out the
afternoon. I tried various chips and candy bars, but nothing
seemed to hit the right spot. When my shift was over at 4:00 PM, I
headed back to the station. As I got back to my desk, the little red
light that signaled `voice mail' was flashing. I picked up the
receiver and typed in my code . . .
"Hi Dan with a `D'. This is Sindy. I'm sure you remember me
from the other night. Meet me tonight at the club. Everything will
be clear then. See ya later. Bye."
"What?" I thought. "What a weird message. But if she wants me
to meet her . . . well . . . I sure wouldn't mind another blowjob like
that again. Maybe I'll take her up on it."
I hit the showers and headed out the door around 5:00 PM. On the
way home, I did a couple of errands. I tried to hurry to get to the
dry cleaners before they closed at 6:00 PM. There, I picked up my
uniforms and headed back out to the car. While I was walking, the
strange cramping returned. It came so quickly . . . I couldn't ward
it off. I managed to get into the car and shut the door. Again I
doubled over in pain. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I
screamed as the pain intensified. As I sat there moaning, the
strangest thing happened. I actually heard my voice changing
pitch. I looked down at my knotted hands and saw that the hair
normally on the backs of them was missing. As I held my hands
up to inspect them, I watched as my fingernails began to grow
before my eyes. I'm not sure if it was from the pain or the shock . .
. but for whatever reason . . . I blacked out.
I awoke to the sounds of pounding on my driver's side window.
"Hey lady . . . hey lady . . . are you all right?!"
In a fog, I started to stir.
"Hey lady . . . you OK?" the voice repeated.
I put my hand to my head and sat up. "I'm OK" I said.
My mind slowly started to shift into gear.
"Lady? Why was he calling me lady?" I thought.
"Oh my God!" I gasped in a high pitched voice. I grabbed my
throat as it all flooded back to me. I quickly turned on the ignition
and pulled away from the man staring at me through my window.
When I was far enough away, I pulled over in a deserted portion of
the strip malls' parking lot. I quickly looked in the rear view
mirror. I shrieked in horror at the sight that I saw. I raised my
hands to feel my face . . . trying to confirm that what I saw in the
mirror wasn't there. I held my hands up and turned them slowly,
inspecting every inch of them. "Oh my God!" I gasped. "This
can't be! This can't be!" I looked down to examine the rest of my
body. Sure enough, everything seemed wrong. My clothes hung
on me like a sack. It was almost like a child playing dress up with
their parents' clothes. As my eyes gathered in the sight, I noticed a
slight bulging behind my shirt.
"Oh please God . . . no!" I said solemnly.
I reached with both hands to grab the front of my shirt. And then
in a sudden jerk, ripped my shirt open only to expose . . . my
breasts!!
"Nooo!!" I yelled, "This is impossible!" I began to shake in fear.
I was terrified, so I started the car again and headed to the safest
place I could think of . . . home. As I sped along the highway, I
mentally tried to feel my cock. But it was no use. Their was no
sensation their at all. I thought about touching myself their to
check, but I was too afraid at the moment. I just needed to get
home. After running up the back stairs, I slipped my key into my
front door. I ran inside and slammed it behind me. I slowly made
my way to the bathroom . . . afraid of what I knew was there. I
flipped on the light and turned to gaze at my reflection in the
mirror. I gasped . . . once again passing out.
I awoke on the floor . . . hoping that when I stood up, everything
would have just been a dream. But when I noticed long hair in my
eyes, I knew that my nightmare was still continuing. I pulled
myself up and stared at the reflection once more. I was speechless.
From the looks of it . . . I was now a young girl. Very young as a
matter of fact. I looked like I was in my late teens . . . maybe close
to twenty if I was lucky. I had long brown hair. It was straight
and extremely messed up. "My face" I gasped. "My face". It was
so strange. It was still mine . . . only softened, just a bit, to the
point that it looked feminine. My eyes continued downward. I slid
my loose pants off and then unbuttoned the remaining two buttons
on my shirt. I reluctantly slid it off and dropped it to the floor.
Before me . . . on my chest . . . sat two female breasts. They were
small and not particularly attractive. They were pointy and seemed
to sag a bit. The nipples and aureoles were large with each side
being shaped slightly different than the other. I grabbed them in
disbelief. Their softness seemed so strange . . . they couldn't be
part of me! At this point I needed to know the rest. I had to see
about my cock. I closed my eyes and pulled down my jockey
shorts. I counted to three and then opened them. As I expected . . .
it was gone.
"Oh my God!!" I croaked.
What greeted me was a thick, bushy mane of dark pubic hair. I
started to search through it with my fingers in hopes of finding my
dick, but it was too late. I spread my legs apart and grabbed my
naked crotch with my bare hand. As I did, one of my fingers slid in
between two fleshy folds of skin. I reached down with my other
hand to part my hair . . . revealing what I knew I had just felt . . . a
vagina! My body began to shake and quiver . . . I became
hysterical.
After a few minutes, I pulled myself back together . . . summoning
the strength to gaze at my reflection once more. I had definitely
been turned into a young female version of my male self. To be
honest . . . I didn't make a very good-looking girl. My figure was
dumpy and out of shape . . . my breasts were unattractive and
pointy . . . and my face was crude and unrefined.
"Oh my God! What am I going to do!" I thought. Then a little
bell went off in my head.
"The note . . . the voice mail from Sindy! She has to be involved.
I've got to get to the club."
I rummaged through the closet in search of some clothes that I
might be able to wear. It was no use; my body had changed too
drastically. I had to settle for an old sweatshirt and a pair of
sweatpants. I had no shoes that fit. So I laced up my size 12
Nike's at tight as possible, tried to brush my hair out of my face,
and took off.
Chapter 6
It was around 9:00 PM when I finally arrived at the club. I gazed
toward the now familiar neon sign that glowed eerily overhead. I
approached the front door, swallowed hard, and entered. In the
distance sat the same half-naked receptionist that greeted me just
the other night. I slowly approached her, trying to think of what to
say. As I neared, she looked up at me and began to snicker.
"Hi there . . ." she said. "You must be . . . ugh . . . the new girl.
Right? We've been expecting you."
"What?" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about?"
"Well . . . aren't you here to see Renee?" she asked.
"Renee" I remarked. "Actually I was hoping to see Sindy. Is she
in?"
"Yeah I think so. Hold on a second." She picked up the phone and
paged her to the front desk. "So . . . how does it feel?"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"You know . . . how does IT feel?" she asked again as she cupped
her breasts in her hands . . . kneading them ever so slightly. A
huge grin came across her face. I stumbled backward in shock that
she KNEW.
"How . . . how did you know?" I stuttered.
She crossed her legs and popped a piece of chewing gum in her
mouth. "It's really pretty easy. You've seen one come in . . .
you've seen `em all."
Just then I heard a door behind me open. I turned to see Sindy
staring in disbelief and shame at my new form.
"Sindy!" I said. "I'm . . . I'm . . . do you know me? Do I look
familiar to you?"
"Yes Dan . . . I recognize you. I just want to say, I'm sorry."
I replied "What do you mean? Did you do this to me!?"
"Hardly" she said. "You really need to talk to Renee. She'll
answer all of your questions. She's expecting you. Come on and
follow me." She motioned with her hand for me to come along.
I went with her through the doorway and down a long narrow hall.
We entered the back of the club through a door marked `Employees
Only'. Once inside, there were numerous people scurrying about.
We walked by several dressing rooms where at least a dozen
women were in various stages of undress . . . primping their hair
and applying makeup. As I walked by, many of them whispered
amongst themselves. Some even pointed and chuckled. I hid my
face and walked on in shame. When I could take the
embarrassment no more, we finally came to Renee's office. Sindy
knocked gently. A soft voice from inside said "Enter." Sindy
swung open the door and without saying a word, motioned for me
to enter. I walked by her and stood somberly in front of Renee. I
heard the door behind me close.
"Come in . . . come in and make yourself at home" Renee said in a
cheerful tone. "Please . . . come and sit down."
As I made my way to the large leather chair in front of her desk, I
noticed that that Renee was busy checking me out. It was almost
as if she was admiring her handiwork.
"So . . ." she started.
"Are you responsible for this?!" I interrupted.
She answered. "Did I do this to you? Yes. Am I responsible that
this happened to you? No . . . I'm afraid YOU are the one that got
yourself into this predicament."
"Me!!?" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about?! What do I
have to do with any of this? What the hell has happened to me?!
What did you do to me, and why?!!"
"All right Dan. Please, just settle down. I know you've got a lot
of questions. Just give me a chance, and I'll explain everything to
you." She sat down in the chair behind her desk and crossed her
legs.
"Let me be blunt Mr. Jefferson. The other night, you were given a
drink. In that drink was a chemical substance that temporarily
alters ones genetic structure. Currently, you are experiencing the
effects of that drug."
"You said temporarily . . ." I interrupted. "You mean this isn't
permanent? Thank God!"
"Please Mr. Jefferson. Let me finish before you start jumping to
conclusions. Once again . . . Let me get straight to the point.
There is a WHY and a WHAT to explain. Let's begin with the
WHY."
I nervously sat back in my chair . . . eager to understand what the
hell was going on. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. As she
slowly puffed on it, she went on . . .
"First of all, men like you are the biggest reason that our society
still rests in the dark ages. Your archaic and chauvinistic attitudes
toward women are frankly . . . nothing short of revolting. A couple
of weeks ago . . . one of my girls, Tiffany, was raped. She came to
you . . . an officer of the law, and asked for help. You chose to
ignore her. You turned your back on her because of her physical
appearance. You didn't care about the person inside that body.
You decided that the laws of this country didn't protect her . . .
because in your own words . . . "she's nothing but a hooker". Well
Mr. Jefferson, I'm taking justice into my own hands here. It's time
that we give YOU a little attitude adjustment!"
She uncrossed her legs and adjusted her dress. I was speechless as
her explanation continued.
"And now for the WHAT. Several years ago I stumbled upon a
formula on a trip to the Far East. I had heard many rumors, and
was looking for a way to make myself beautiful. I found a potion
that promised me just that. Every twelve hours, it promised to
transform me back and forth between myself and my own vision of
female perfection. Although skeptical at first, I found that the
formula was nothing short of incredible. I took the potion back to
the States with me and soon had an idea of how I could make
myself rich. I decided to open a bar . . . the bar you are in right
now. I knew that there was a lot of money to be made at a strip
club. Men would pay through the nose to see and touch beautiful
women. But to make my club different, I needed a catch.
Something that would draw men here before going to any other
club. What I needed were the absolute hottest women in the city to
come and work for me. The only problem was . . . that 99 percent
of beautiful women don't have any interest in being strippers. The
girls that were showing up for interviews were attractive . . . but
certainly not the types that were going to make me rich. Enter the
formula. All of the sudden it dawned on me. I could use the
formula to transform any woman that was interested in working
here into a gorgeous erotic dancer. Soon, with their complete
consent, I had twenty or so of the most beautiful women anyone
had ever seen. The place became jammed . . . the girls and I have
been making a whole lot of money ever since. It's really great, not
only am I becoming extremely wealthy . . . but I'm also able to
help out women who can really use a break. With my formula, any
women who's in a tough situation . . . who can't get a decent
paying job . . . who has kids to feed . . . can make a hell of a lot of
money working here. And what's best about it . . . nobody knows
who they really are during the day. I've got single mothers,
recovering alcoholics, women who have been abused . . . you name
it . . . all working for me. It makes me feel good to help them out."
I interrupted once again. "This is all very well. But where do I fit
into this whole thing?"
"Patience my dear . . . patience" she said. "In time I will make it
all clear to you." She reached down into her drawer and pulled out
a metal rack containing several vials of blue liquid.
"You'll find that this temporary antidote is very important. There
are enough here to last you until Friday night. By then the
transformation will be complete. Come back that night and I'll fill
you in on the rest of the details . . ."
"No! wait . . . please!" I begged. "I need to know . . . please tell
me now. And what do you mean that by Friday `my
transformation will be complete'?!"
"I'm sorry Dan . . . I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. That's
half of the fun!" she laughed.
"Now listen good, and listen closely" she said in a suddenly serious
tone. "Drink one vial of this liquid each night after you change. It
will allow you to transform back into your old male self in the
morning. If you fail to do so . . . the changes that have occurred
will become permanent! And remember this . . . I am the only one
who can ever give you anymore of this. So . . . if you double cross
me in any way, or try to turn me in to the police . . . those will be
the last doses of antidote that you'll ever see. And those scrawny
little titties poking out through your shirt . . . will be YOURS
forever!!" Her laughter echoed through my head as I tried to
comprehend the entire situation.
"Please" I asked. "Please don't do this to me!"
"Here . . . take these and get out of my sight!" she said angrily as
she forced the metal rack into my hands. She walked over and
opened the doors. "Now take a hike asshole . . . I`ve got a business
to run!"
I got up trembling and headed out the door. When I was no more
than five or six feet away, I heard her speak to me once more.
Only this time, there was no trace of anger or hostility in her voice.
In fact, her entire mood seemed to have shifted.
"Oh and dear . . . don't forget . . . I'll see you Friday night OK?"
she said politely with a charming smile on her face. She blew me a
kiss and added, "Have a nice week . . ." She waved sweetly as I
turned and walked away. I found a lone chair off on the side of the
room. I sat down and buried my face into my hands as I began to
cry.
After a couple of minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hush now . . . everything's going to be all right" a voice said. I
looked up to see one of the dancers staring down at me with pity.
"Really" she said. "You'll be OK. It just takes some time to get
used to."
"Get used to?! How would you know?" I said. "How could you
ever know how I feel?"
She said "Because I once sat in that very chair . . . and cried for
the very same reasons." She patted me on the shoulder, turned and
walked away. After a few more minutes, I regained some sense of
composure and got up to head home.
The entire ride was a blur. My head was spinning so fast. I
hurried up to my apartment, hoping that no one would recognize
me, and locked the door. I ran to the bathroom and stared at the
young girl's reflection the mirror. I slowly undressed and took in
the new visual and physical sensations of my body. I felt so frail,
so small and weak. It was so strange to feel these two small
breasts hanging from my ribcage. I held them in disbelief as I
stared down at them. My eyes wandered even lower, to the area
where just a few hours ago hung an eight-inch cock. Now, there
wasn't even any remaining sign of it. My hands slid down to feel
what was no longer their. Smooth contours were all that greeted
me now. I gazed at the vials of blue liquid sitting on my
countertop. Praying that they would restore my manhood, I
grabbed one, and quickly gulped it down. I shuddered at its bitter
taste as I threw the empty glass into the trashcan. I took a few
deep breaths and then crawled into bed. I laid there for what
seemed like an eternity praying that this would all somehow end. I
fell asleep only to awake to static on my television screen several
hours later. I reached for the remote, turned it off and quickly went
back to sleep.
Chapter 7
When the alarm went off at 6:15 AM, I quickly sat up in bed to see
if my old body had returned. I pulled the sheets away to find my
old hairy chest staring back at me. I quickly ran to the mirror
reaffirm things to myself.
"Thank God . . ." I said as I grasped my face with both hands.
"It's me! It worked! Thank God it worked!"
After a few moments of joyfully groping at myself, I came to my
senses and realized that I needed to get ready for work. I took a
quick shower, dressed and headed down to the station.
Fortunately, the day was pretty slow. I had a hard time
concentrating on my job as I spent most of the day trying to
rationalize to myself that last night never really happened. I
actually started to believe myself, but as the end of the day
approached, I became more and more apprehensive with each
passing hour. I rushed to get home by 6:00 PM, just in case I
really wasn't hallucinating.
As the time drew nearer and nearer, my heart began to pound
harder. Minutes seemed to take hours to pass by. I braced myself
as the hands on my watch finally reached 6:00 PM, and then . . .
nothing.
"Thank God" I said in relief. I didn't feel any different.
"Maybe nothing's going to happen . . ."
I decided to wait a little while longer, just in case. By 6:15 PM, I
was starting to feel confident that I was safe. By 6:20 PM . . . I
was sure of it. I went into the kitchen to get something to eat when
all of the sudden I started to feel hot. Within moments my skin felt
as though it was crawling with ants. I dropped to my knees as my
quivering body began to alter. I could fell every bit of it. My hair
and nails growing . . . body shrinking . . . my crotch rearranging
itself . . . my chest swelling into tits! After a couple of minutes, the
metamorphosis was finished. I quickly got up and ran into the
bathroom. I was once again a young girl. But this time, the face
that stared back at me was slightly different. I pulled off my
clothes to see if anything else was changed. The first thing that
struck me was the shape of my breasts. They appeared fuller and
better shaped than the pathetically shaped boobs that I had last
night. In fact as I examined myself. My entire body seemed
slightly shapelier than before. Instead of being completely scrawny
and unattractive, my body was much more typical of your run in
the mill teenage girl. As I stared at my reflection, the realization
that I was indeed cursed by Renee set in. I began to break down
and cry once more.
"What am I going to do?!" I sobbed. "I can't live my life like this!
I can't take it!"
After a few minutes, I remembered about the antidote that I had to
take to keep this nightmare from becoming permanent. I pulled one
of the small glass vials from my vanity drawer and held it up to the
light to take a look at it. I pulled out the rubber stopper, paused a
second, and then quickly downed the blue liquid.
"I pray this works again" I thought as chills ran up and down my
spine. Unable to bear the sight of what I'd turned into, I decided to
get into bed and sleep as much of the night away as possible.
The night was long. It seemed as though I tossed and turned for
hours. I hardly got any sleep as strange dreams of erotic women
again danced through my head. It finally ended with the sound of
my alarm clock waking me at 6:30 AM. I quickly pulled the sheets
back to once more reveal my old male self.
"Thank God!" I thought.
I got up and got into the shower to get ready for work.
Chapter 8
The week went by ever so slowly. Every night had been more and
more of the same. Somewhere between 6:00 and 6:30 PM, I would
painfully morph into a teenage girl. Each time slightly different
and slightly more attractive than before. For whatever the reason,
the nightmares seemed to be getting worse. I had hardly slept a
wink all week. The haunting beauty of this one particular woman
seemed to stand out from all of the other images in my dreams.
She appeared in them every night, becoming more and more
prominent in them as the week progressed. Her image was burned
into my mind more clearly as each and every night came and went.
The week dragged on until finally, it was Friday night. By 6:30
PM, I had once more transformed into a now, very pretty young
girl. According to what Renee had said the other night, my five-
day transformation had finally ended. My body had become
shapely and soft . . . my features delicate and feminine. Gone
completely was the awkward looking girl from earlier in the week.
My hair was long and silky . . . my features delicate and innocent.
My breasts, yet still small, had become round and firm. My thin
legs had lengthened and firmed up . . . only to end in an impossibly
smooth crotch. The bushy pubic hair had been disappearing
throughout the week, leaving behind a sparse patch of fine soft
hairs that barely hid the slit between my legs. As I looked deep
into the feminine features in the mirror, I could still see my old
male self peeking out from behind the foreign reflection. If
someone knew, and really looked hard, they would still be able to
recognize me. But to the casual onlooker, I was no different than
any other attractive 18-year-old girl.
"Thank goodness it's finally over." I thought in relief. "Maybe
those nightmares will finally stop too."
As much as I hated to think about it, the time had finally come for
me to return to the club and give Renee another visit. Thoughts of
what she was going to tell me made me extremely nervous. I just
prayed that she'd give me some more antidotes so that I could
continue to change back into a man during the day. I got dressed in
some of my baggy male clothes and headed out the door.
When I arrived at the club, a sick feeling began to fill my stomach.
I'd spent all week scared to death of what might happen tonight. I
wanted to run away . . . but I had no choice but to stay. I
swallowed hard and walked in through the front doors. Again the
beautiful young woman behind the front desk chuckled as I
approached.
"Well . . . well" she laughed. "What do we have here?"
"I'm here to see Renee," I said firmly.
"Of course you are dear . . . " she said as she picked up the phone
to announce my arrival. "Why don't you have a seat over there for
a few minutes . . . she said that she'd be out shortly. If you'd like
to use the LADIES room . . . it's right around the corner." She
tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't contain herself from
breaking out in laughter halfway through the sentence. With a look
of disgust on my face, I quickly turned around and walked over to
the couch to sit down.
Soon, Renee's voice startled me from my own deep thoughts.
"Well, well . . . I see that my formula has done its job rather nicely.
Don't you agree?"
I shot up out of my seat. "Look Renee . . . I'm really sorry for
everything that I've done. Please forgive me. I just want this to
end. I'll do anything you say . . . please just turn me back into a
man . . . please . . . I beg you!"
"I know, I know . . . I've heard it all before" she said calmly.
"Come to my office . . . I think it's time we had our little talk."
She motioned with her hand for me to follow. I got up and
nervously walked with her back to her office. Once inside, she
again closed the doors behind us . . . the noise seemingly echoing
throughout my head as my heart raced with anticipation. She
turned and sat seductively on the front of her desk. She gave me
the once over and then reached into a drawer to pull out yet another
vial of liquid.
"Here you go my dear Dan . . . bottoms up!" she said as she
handed it to me.
I grabbed the tiny bottle, pulled out the rubber stopper and quickly
drank the blue liquid.
"You're probably noticing by now that the taste is slightly . . .
different," she said as I handed her back the empty vial. A look of
concern came over my face.
"No need to worry dear. It's still your precious antidote. The only
difference is that this version is slightly different than the one that
you have been ingesting all week. It has all of the necessary
components to do its' job except for one . . . consider it say . . .
part 1 of 2. You still need to receive part 2 for the antidote to be
complete and change you back by morning."
"So what do I have to do for you to give me the other part?" I
asked in a scared tone.
"Sweetheart . . ." she cooed. I'm afraid you misunderstand. If,
and only if, you do as I say . . . I'll give you the first part of your
nightly dose. Consider it a type of obedience leash! The second
part is up to you to find on your own. Just remember, if you miss
either part, you'll remain stuck in your current form forever!"
"Well" I said sheepishly. "What are you going to make me do . . .
and, what . . . how . . . do I get this second part?"
Her eyes seemed to shimmer at the prospect of answering my
questions.
"Do you remember where my little story left off the other night?"
she asked.
"Story? What story?" I asked.
"You know," she said. "About how I came upon my little formula
and how I've used it to create this bar . . ."
"Oh yeah" I said. "I remember."
"Well . . ." she said. "Let me continue . . . About a year ago, one
of the girls boyfriends beat her up pretty badly. She wouldn't turn
him in to the police. I was furious about the whole thing. After a
couple of days, I had an idea. If she wasn't going to do anything to
him, I sure as hell was. So I decided to see what would happen if I
gave a man a dose of my formula. Sure enough . . . it had the same
effect. It turned him into the woman of his fantasies for twelve
hours a day . . . just like it did to the girls. So . . . I basically
enslaved him to me. I made him pay . . . I taught him a lesson that
he'll never forget. I forced him to work here at the bar with the
other women until I decided he had paid his price.
"Oh my God!" I gasped in horror. "And . . . you're . . . doing the
same to me?"
"Very good . . . you catch on fast Dan." A sickening grin came
across her face. "The bottom line is . . . you are being punished.
Every twelve hours you will transform between your old male self
and your new female version. While male . . . you are free to live
your old life as you were. Carry on your job . . . whatever you
like. While female . . . the choice is actually yours as well. But
understand this well. I am the only one with the antidote for what
I've done to you, and the only way that I'll ever give it to you is by
paying off your debt to me. If you choose to NOT pay it off . . .
well, then you'll remain in this state forever. Is that clear?"
"Let me get this straight." I said. "You want me to pay off some
kind of debt? Then you'll end this nightmare for good?"
"It's that simple" she said shrugging her shoulders.
"So what's the debt?" I asked.
"100,000 dollars." She said calmly.
"A hundred thousand dollars!" I yelled. "Where am I going to
come up with that kind of money?!!"
"By working of course . . . right here at the Booby Trap," she said.
"If you can average around 300 dollars a night, you'll be free and
clear in a little over a year. Sooner if you're really a good dancer,
longer if you're bad at it. I reserve the right to increase the dollar
amount at any time for misbehavior. So in other words . . . be
good, do your job, keep the customers happy, and make as much
money as fast as you can. Once you've paid me off . . . IF . . . and
only IF I decided that you have ALSO learned your lesson . . . that
your attitude toward woman has changed substantially . . . I will
give you the final antidote. Then you may go back to your life as
you were. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough?!!" I yelled. "You can't do this to me! This is
blackmail! You trapped me!"
"Fine then . . ." she said. "The choice is yours. If you don't want
to do as I say . . . well then . . . just go ahead and leave. I promise
I won't bother you again. But just remember! When you wake up
in the morning. That scrawny little body will be staring back at
you in the mirror. You'll remain just like you are . . . an 18-year-
old girl . . . FOREVER!!" Her laughter filled the room as I
covered my ears and closed my eyes, hoping that it would all
somehow end.
Then . . . pathetically I begged "How can you do this to me?
Please . . . please let me go. I'm sorry. I truly am."
"Oh I'm sure you are Dan," she said. "But that wouldn't be any
fun now would it?"
After a few moments of silently thinking about my situation, I
looked her in the eyes and reluctantly agreed to her terms. Really, I
had no choice if I ever wanted to get out of this mess.
"I knew you'd come around to the right decision" she chuckled.
"Now . . ." I interrupted. "What about this second part of the
formula that I need?"
"Actually" she said. "It's readily available. You can pretty much
get it anywhere you like."
"I'm confused." I responded. "What is it? Where do I get it?"
Standing . . . she leaned over toward me, propping herself up with
both arms on her desk. She looked me straight in the eye and said.
"My silly little girl. All you have to do is find a man. Part 2 is
male semen . . . sperm!!" She began to laugh uncontrollably. My
body started to shake.
"Sperm!" I yelled. "You can't be serious! There's no way in hell
I'm going to drink that! You're crazy!"
"Suit yourself" she said while shruggin
