Her father was a very wealthy and influential man. For Tiffany, that was both a blessing and a curse. Sure, she had anything she could ever possibly ask for, but finding a guy that wanted to be with her was tough. She dated countless men. Some were open about their ambitions to secure the family fortune. Others claimed they didn't even know who her dad was.
Of all the scumbags she'd dated, there was only one man who she genuinely fell in love with. Darren was an athlete with a full scholarship and a promising future. Tiffany thought she had finally found someone who could love her and not her family wealth.
But then Darren was caught snooping around during a gala hosted at her father's mansion. The bastard had a watch that cost more than his own house stuffed in his pocket and was looking through a jewellery box when security caught him.
It broke Tiffany's heart to see her fiance being dragged out by her father's men. That was why Tiffany asked her dad to make 'special arrangements' for Darren. The men carried him off to a blacklisted site where company tech and research was being conducted off the books.
Now, almost seven months later, Tiffany couldn't contain her excitement at seeing the new and improved 'Darren'. "Holy shit! I knew Dad's company had some incredible tech, but this is next level!"
"Ms Godfrey, I can assure you that this is indeed your ex-fiance." The staff member produced a number of photos of the various procedures that confirmed everything. "But now, Darlene is a 'specialised worker' for this club owned by your father. He has even requested that she headline tonight's entertainment so that you can fully enjoy your evening with us."
With a simple hand motion, Darlene began to dance for them. She wiggled her hips and expertly performed a seductive and sensual routine. So lifelike and realistic, despite almost every detail of her being forged through months of surgeries and treatments. Her fake stripper-tits were most definitely Tiffany's favourite. Darren had tried to convince her in the past to get some work done and now Darlene was an embodiment of vanity and plastic surgery.
"Leave us." Tiffany shooed the woman away, eager to make full use of this moment. She spread her legs and gestured for Darlene to come close. "Show me how skilful they've made you."
It was no surprise that Darlene was a better lover than Darren. Tiffany had seen the photos of what her ex-fiance had gone through. Throughout the surgeries and treatments, Darren was subjected to hypnosis sessions and training. It's why he moved so naturally, despite how drastically he'd been altered. It's why he couldn't say no to a command, despite there still being a man somewhere in that stripper's body.
"You're still in there, right?" Tiffany rested her hand on the back of Darlene's head. "I asked Daddy to keep you in tact in there."
There was a momentary pause. Darlene froze with her tongue out and her eyes met with Tiffany's. A single tear ran down her cheek before she continued to pleasure her new mistress. In a way, she was finally free from the cold and cramped rooms of the blacklisted site. But there was no real way to ever be rid of what she'd become.
Darlene could recall her life as Darren. She had a future of fame and fortune. Her body was once tall and muscular. Her mind was once free from this fog of sex and submission. It was impossible to ever go back now. One moment of greed had turned her into the perfect slave.
"You can stop now." Tiffany pulled away and Darlene stood back up on her podium, back arching against the stripper pole. "I wish that we could have made this work... But at least I can visit you from time to time and remind myself never to trust men again."
"Yes, Mistress." Darlene nodded.
There was a knock at the door and Tiffany's bodyguard entered. He took a moment to check out Darlene, then turned to Tiffany. "Ms Godfrey, your Father has asked that you join him for dinner at Reale. I've prepared a private jet and the car is ready for you."
"Thank you, Andre. You've been very good to me since..." She looked to Darlene and winked. "Perhaps I can repay you with the task of breaking in Darlene here."
Andre grinned. "If you're sure, Ms Godfrey."
Tiffany stood to leave. They were both naked by the time she'd reached the door. Her last glance at her ex-fiance was all the revenge she needed. Knowing that Darren was now about to lose his v-card to the guy she'd been sleeping with since the gala.
Darren was dreading this moment since the very beginning of his treatments. But after months of subliminal messages and being fed through a number of phallus shaped syringes, he had an almost Pavlovian response to seeing Andre's cock for the first time. He didn't even need instruction to get on his knees and start sucking.
By the time Tiffany's private jet had landed in Italy, she had received a number of photos documenting Darlene's first, second, third, and fourth times. To the untrained eye, the stripper looked like any ordinary sex worker; horny and fulfilled. But Tiffany saw the same look in Darlene's eyes as she did in Darren's. No matter how much Darlene enjoyed herself, her ex-fiance was trapped and being forced to ride along.
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