Follow Molly

“Damn it, how can I be in the middle of the city and have no bars?” Molly said throwing her cell phone back into her purse. She had no idea where she was now the crowd seemed to push and push her, until she found herself on some seedy looking side street far away from the festive fun of Mardi Gras. 

Molly started to make her way back, honestly it would not be too hard, since she just had to follow the noise of the crowd, no the hard part would be finding her friends. As the busty redhead continued to walk she saw a sign promising really cheap drinks and after running dry of her latest fruity drink Molly was really thirsty and decided to step in. 

Molly was actually shocked as she walked into the fairly vacant strip joint, there were not really any signs that indicated that this was a strip club, but whatever there was no one really here and she needed a drink. Sauntering up to the bartender who looked pretty cute, Molly placed her order. 

“Ah so you saw our sign,” The guy said as he began to mix her drink. “Yeah because of the holiday we don’t get many folks in here, everyone is too busy getting drunk on the streets. 

The guy handed it over as Molly began to flirt. 

“Guess it must get really lonely in here, well except for the girls, actually I am surprised no one is up there?” Molly said a bit confused. 

“Oh the girls are backstage, no customers, no dancing, I am sure we will get a rush soon enough as it becomes evening,” He said cleaning a glass as an idea struck him. “If you are curious you can get up there and try it out, maybe I will tip you.” He winked. 

Molly may have been insulted if the guy wasn’t a total hunk, but actually being on a stripper pole was something she never had a chance to do. Of course Molly was way too smart to be a stripper and was quite content with being a secretary at a law firm. Maybe it was the fact that she was starting to feel drunk again, the empty club, or the cute guy, but Molly was willing to take him up on the offer. 

“Just to let you know I am quite happy at my regular job, this isn’t an audition,” Molly winked at she strutted up to the pole. As her hands touched the sturdy metal that same voice from earlier ran out in her mind. 

“I wish everyday could be a party like today.”

Instantly the lights focused on Molly as she entered into a trance. Her mind seemed to glaze over as the music started to play. All Molly intended to do was simply swing around the pole once, finish her drink and go find her friends, but now it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist, it was just her and the pole and she had to please the pole, the pole was all she knew. 

And please the pole and the bartender Molly did, as she danced and danced. Her body was overriding her mind as she did move after move, she swung around the pole, went upside down, lifted herself, moves so advanced that it put other professional strippers to shame. 

As Molly danced and danced ,she felt her body start to tingle more and more, but she could not stop. She could feel herself start to change as blonde locks flew past her face and her body developed new muscles as she found herself in black lingerie. 

Her brain which was in a temporary fog started to get used to this state of mindlessness, thinking was just too damn hard as knowledge faded from Molly’s mind becoming empty, but warm as her lingerie became red.

Molly didn’t care for boring stuff she wanted to have fun that is why she only focused on fashion, makeup, boys and fucking. While Molly may have seemed like a slut before, that was because her life had become mundane and she was overreacting, now Molly didn’t care about any of that, every day was going to be fun yippee.  

As that thought entered her head, Molly’s already blonde hair  exploded into a mixture of platinum blonde and pink as her body began to tighten in all the right place. Her tits became bolt on melons as her lips plumped into juicy fuck pillows. Her skin was filled with pain as tattoos formed all over her body. Even her red lingerie was not enough as the clothes now morphed into something that marked her as the bimbo slut she was. 

Marvelous Molly had gained the reputation as being one of the most free spirited strippers in the joint, she danced her heart out every night and fucked well into the morning, for free too. Many of Molly’s clients seemed to form out of thin air as they drenched her with dollar bills. Yes this is where she belonged.