Tickled Pink Pt. 1 (Slavery, Stripping, Futa/Futa)

Story by lori09

"Janie-babe, you get the last dance. We decided unanimously." Lady Meg says.

I look first at Lady Meg, gauging if she is lying. Then I remember she was a slave. I then check the other girls' faces. I get the last dance. I check that my dick is hanging out of my panties for when I strip off my dress. I fix my hair and make-up and make my dress easier to strip off.

Lady Meg stops me before I can open the stage door and gently kisses my lips to not smudge my lipstick. "Blow a load out there, Dickgirl."

I walk out on stage and take my position by the pole. The music starts. I wait for the curtain for what feels like an eternity, but is only five seconds. The stage manager starts raising the curtain. The audience catcalls once my legs are visible. Per usual, I straight jump up the pole to give the audience a good look at my sexy legs. After I start dancing, I create a splash zone where I aim my jizz. Halfway through, I throw my dress into the audience, revealing my girl dick. My boner is so big it hurts, a full *60cm*! This is my largest boner *ever*! The searing pain in my dick head is excruciating, as is the pressure in my ova. I *need* to cum! I can still see Mistress teaching me to hold my jizz until *I* say I can come. To ease the pressure, I kick my panties into the audience. I need to earn Mistress $1500 for a tickle torture session tonight, and judging by the scant catcalling, I am behind. Usually, I wear a sports bra everywhere but the shower as my double-I cup tits are awkward and heavy; however, I need the money. I throw my bra into the audience. It is finally time for the grand finale. I slide my ass down the pole, priming my dick. I jump up, spunking the splash zone. I re-prime, jump up, and spunk the splash zone again. A dickgirl about 18 gives an orgasmic cry when she gets hit with my spunk the second time. She stares hungrily at my girl dick. The music stops, and I can feel her stare as I sashay to the stage door as the curtain drops.

"*Two* loads and losing your bra?! You rocked the house, Dickgirl!" Lady Meg gushes once I am backstage.

I ignore her lost in thought, doing the math, trying to reach 1500. I only get to 750. After the third time, I give up, flop into a beanbag chair, and cry dejectedly.

"Milady, she did well. Why is she crying?" One of the girls asks.

Lady Meg starts fixing her hair and make-up. "Mary Jane is a slave."

"She fears her mistress's wrath?" The girl asks.

"No. I failed and disappointed my mistress." I reply harsher than I would like.

At that moment, Mistress walks in the main door, and I lay prostrate at her feet, begging for forgiveness. "Megan, can we talk in your room?" Mistress asks.

"Yes, of course, Milady." Lady Meg curtsies. Mistress walks over me. I wish she walked *on* me. They return a minute later. Mistress peels me off the floor and dries my tears, as she is also my mother. "You made $6000 tonight, Cumwhore. I am so proud of you. Fix your hair and make-up and pick out a whorish dress. Then, walk out with your head high."

"Yes, Mistress." I smile at her, my eyes glistening with tears. Lady Meg says something in a funny language, to which Mistress replies, "she is not ready yet," then walks out.

I start fixing my hair and make-up. "*Two* loads and braless, tonight, Dickgirl!" Lady Meg kisses me *before* I apply a fresh slick of lipstick.

"I felt I was behind needed an edge to make 1500." I reply, hiding the happiness the knowledge that Lady Meg wants to buy me brings. She walks out after applying a fresh slick of lip gloss.

I choose a dress showing the last 5cm of my dick and a matching pair of Mary Jane style platform wedges that would also work with the pole on stage. I walk out of the dressing room.

Once on the main club floor, I quick march to the bar. The cute bargirl, a lady never kisses and tells but I am definitely *not* a lady, cracks open a Miller Light and hands it to me. As a slave, I get free rations up to $2500 a month, mostly food and drinks but each slave class gets "special rations" amounting to an extra $1000/month for non-tech heavy luxury items. Meaning I can buy a cellphone, but it has to a flip phone, and a computer is just plain off limits. I walk over to Lady Meg and two of the girls talking to the 18-year-old dickgirl, whom all three are trying to talk into a private session with Lady Meg.

Once I walk up, Lady Meg pulls out a pack of Camels and offers me one. I fake a sheepish grin as I take one. Lady Meg then offers one to our co-workers, each taking one without even faking sheepishness. After taking one herself, Lady Meg looks for her lighter, unable to find it. The dickgirl gives a guilty grin as she pulls a matchbook from her purse. "A smoke for a light?" She asks sheepishly.

"Sure, cutie." Lady Meg flips the pack back open and offers the dickgirl a smoke. She takes *two* before striking a match and lighting us up.

"Lady Meg, have you thought to show her your dick to break the ice?" I ask as Mistress walks up.

"Fuck no!" La

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