Lisa was having the time of her life. They had stopped at the bar, had a pitcher of beer, and then had stopped by Diamond's place. Her grad students, well her BFFs really, had helped her do a complete makeover. Heavy slutty makeup, a Platinum metallic tube dress that barely covered her tits (which seemed to bigger than she remembered) and barely cover her pussy and ass with a matching set of 6 inch thigh high platinum boots, cheap plastic bangle bracelets, and a pair of hoop earrings. She was wearing the world smallest G-string and carrying a spaghetti strap metallic colored purse with makeup, ID, and a small amount of cash.
After they had gotten dressed, they had talked her into doing a line of coke. She had done some grass back in college but had never done anything harder. She had been reluctant, but her BFFs had convinced her that it would make her sexier and she would have more fun. The coke had been a real blast and she had really liked it. She would have done more, but her girlfriends said they could get more at the club. Then they had showed her how to strut like she was a hooker or a stripper.
"Trust me, you strut in dressed like this and you won't be paying for a single drink." Ruby had reassured her after giving her a cigarette.
They drove to the club in Sapphire's Cherry Red Mustang Convertible. They pulled up to the front door of a large multistoried building with a large sign out front reading "The Palace". The doorman held the door for them and then the car was pulled away by the valet. Sapphire took her by the arm and led Lisa inside.
Lisa at once started to sway in time to the pumping music. Men were everywhere and women strutted around in various clubwear and less. Lisa blinked and then realized she was in a strip joint.
"Hey, hold on. I thought we were going to a club? This is a titty bar!" she exclaimed.
At the mention of the word "titty" all the girls, Lisa included started giggling.
Ruby pulled her by the arm. "Of course it is silly. How do you think we pay for college? We used to work here and our bestest friend in the world works here still. She actually owns the place and we get to party with her tonight! Come on, you'll love it!"
Lisa was just about ready to argue but she heard a tiny voice in her head go "Go on, don't be a stick in the mud! This is WAY cooler than those high class snoozefests you normally go to." Lisa blinked, and then nodded. "Yeah, let's try it."
She and the other girls were led upstairs to a large balcony with a private bar and bouncers blocking the access. The girls were waved in, and Lisa found herself a table with a very handsome man and a incredible woman. The woman was simply Stripper perfection, better looking than Lisa and her girlfriends. The man was quite handsome too, dark and had an air of command and authority that she found dangerously attractive.
"Hello Lisa! I'm Cinnamon, the owner here. This stud is my man Edward Hyde." the blonde bombshell said as she sat down.
Edward stood when the girls approached and said hello. He complemented each girl, including Lisa and kissed each one's hand. He excused himself and said he would return later after he attended some business.
Lisa stared at him as he strode off. A giggle from Cinnamon brought her back to reality.
"He's a hunk you bet. He could fuck your brains out all night long and still pound you one more in the morning. But only I get to fuck him. Me and my BBFs here." Cinnamon said as she sipped her drink.
Lisa sipped her wine glass and replied "BBFs? You mean BFFs don't you?"
"Nope, Best Bitches Forever, BBFs. While these bitches are hot, they can't compare to how hot I am. But they can be my bitches and serve me and my boyfriend. It's a pretty awesome job with lots of benefits. Sex, booze, drugs, jewels, money, power. Definitely the life." Cinnamon said as she placed her hand on a now kneeling Sapphire's head. Sapphire looked up at her like she was gazing at the face of a Queen.
Lisa suddenly felt very small and girlish. She was no looker like this woman, she couldn't possibly be as hot. God! She would give anything to be one of this woman's BBFs!
"Anything?" the little voice said.
"Yes anything. I would give anything, do anything to be one of her girls." Lisa replied. Her eyes had glazed over and she didn't realize that she was speaking out loud. Cinnamon and the other girls smiled at the conversation.
"I can help you. You need to let me out. I'm the real you, the party you, the one that has fun, that likes sex and drugs, is greedy and evil. I'm the real you, and if you embrace me then you can be like your friends." a sexy, sultry voice coming out of Lisa's mouth said.
"That's correct, Lisa. I have picked you for a chance to be one of my girls, one of my BBFs. Your knowledge can help us rob art treasures from all these undeserving rich slobs and allow us to have them, so we can truly appreciate them. Isn't that a wonderful idea? To have art in the hands of those who can REALLY enjoy it? No more appraising, no more boring smoozing with snobs to get donations, no more whiny students. You get to be one of the hottest bitches on earth, and you get to enjoy art along with as much sex, drugs, booze, and decadence as you evil heart desires." Cinnamon said as she stood up over Lisa, who had slide to her knees.
Lisa looked up at this goddess in front of her and felt the truth flood into her. "My Queen, what must I do?"
Cinnamon smiled and handed her a glass filled with green liquid. "Drink and join us. Be one of my BBFs!"
"To pleasure!" Lisa downed the drink, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she convulsed on the floor for several minutes.
Cinnamon smiled at the woman who uncurled. The woman stood up, she was about 5 foot 10 inches, dark black hair, and had a heavy Eastern European look to her. Like the other BBFs, her tits, ass and body were stripper perfection, nearly as perfect as Cinnamon.
"Well, had some Russian blood in you did you? The potion tends to bring out recessed genes, so a hot Russian you will be from now on. What is you name BBF? What does your queen call her newest servant?"
The Russian hottie looked at her queen and smiled evilly. "My Queen, you may call me Topaz, like jewel Topaz!" she replied in a thick Moscow accent.
The other girls clapped and squeed and Cinnamon wrapped her arms around her and gave her a sloppy kiss. "Hmmmmmm, welcome to the club Topaz. Time to celebrate. Here is a present for you."
Cinnamon snapped and two strippers strutted in. Cinnamon waved her hand at them. "Topaz, these are your personal bitches. All my jewels have a couple, these are yours. As you corrupt people, you can get more, but I always give out the first batch. Recognize them?"
Topaz looked and then smiled. "Da, my queen. My former graduate students Tiffany and Sandra. Da, dis much better I tink. Dey not, how you say, smart as me. Better they be slaves then on own."
"I just knew you would be a wonderful BBF. Now, while your slaves attend you, and my other BBFs attend me, let's talk about the Metropolis Museum of Art." Cinnamon said as Ruby and Diamond began to eat her out and lick her tits.
"Da, my queen. Many tings der we should take." Topaz began as Sandra and Tiffany went to work with a shared giggle.