Fran’s first night as a Pussy Girl working at the Pussy Galore Club. No longer a lowly Pussy Boy, Fran now gets to “go upstairs” and “entertain” the Platinum club members. She’s worked hard for this moment by becoming as sweetly soft and feminized as only a deeply submissive and wonderfully neutered tgurl fucktoy can be. The question in her mind is if she’s up to it? Does she have what it takes to be a Pussy Girl? Can she take what it takes to be a Pussy Girl?
The ride up in the elevator seemed to take forever but it wasn’t any longer than the other times she’d ridden in it when working as part of the housekeeping crew for “upstairs” when she was still just a Pussy Boy. She looked at herself in the mirror lining the walls of the elevator. She’d come so far in just so short a span of time since she first started at the Pussy Galore Club. She thought she was passable back then. Her girlfriend / Mistress told her so. The way guys would hit on her made it seem so. But the way she looked now was so very, very different. Now there was no way anyone could mistake her for being a boy. Or being a man either, for that matter. The time spent on the “girly juice” had done wonders for softening her features. The tattooed makeup, the way her hair had grown out and how she could style it now. Even her demeanor had changed as well. Plus the time spent working as a Pussy Boy had helped shape her for this night. She truly had come to yearn for this moment. She knew what was expected. It was perverse and decadent and could even be considered debasing – if she let it.
In order to even be considered for working at the Pussy Galore Club, the applicant had to enjoy being objectified. And they had to be pretty deeply feminized to start with. They actually had to enjoy being treated as a “piece of meat” for the Gold Member clients while at the same time being thoroughly locked up in chastity – both front and rear – and, ultimately being passed over in favor of the Pussy Girls of the club. The Pussy Boys were just there to tend to the basic needs of the lower level members, the Gold Members. It was the Platinum Members who got to make use of the Pussy Girls in the various rooms up above the Club. The Pussy Boys were there to flirt with the Gold Members, to entice them, to turn them on and to keep them turned on. This, while they could plainly see the Platinum Members being able to do more than simply grope and paw at the Pussy Boys. All of which was designed to get the Gold Members to fork over the extra cash to become Platinum Members and thus have access to the Pussy Girls.
So to be a Pussy Boy meant nothing but sexual frustration and being but a tool for the Club’s owner, Mister Dawson, to keep the focus on the Pussy Girls. And to become a Pussy Girl meant willingly giving up ever more of a boy’s masculinity. The Pussy Girls were known for that. It was their hallmark. It was what drew the clients to the Club in the first place and why they’d pay to get to that Platinum level so that they could possess a Pussy Girl for their own. At an hour or two at a time.
Fran had been at the Pussy Galore Club long enough to see the progression. There were always several Pussy Boys in the process of becoming Pussy Girls. Just as she did. There in the dressing room she saw the range each night she was at work. Pretty and passable as they were, the new Pussy Boys didn’t even come close to the feminine vision that were the Pussy Girls who’d been Girls for a while. The “freshly minted” Pussy Girls came a lot closer to that but, even after a year or more “on the juice” and despite their being so pickled by it that they could no longer get hard ons, they still looked more like “traps” than the more experienced Pussy Girls. For one thing, the new Pussy Girls hadn’t had any boob jobs yet.
Getting boob jobs was strictly prohibited for a Pussy Boy. That’d get them fired instantly. Mr. D had made that very clear. Not that he needed to, really. The pay for a Pussy Boy was pretty meager once the cost of all their meds was taken out of it. Which was another thing that Mr. D insisted on for all the Pussy Boys – that they immediately go on the hormone regimen that his doctor prescribed. Oh, it was all carefully administered and monitored and all that. And the cost was subsidized by the Club. But it still cost a big chunk of a Pussy Boy’s pay to have that treatment.
Fran thought back to the first appointment she’d had with the Club’s doctor – Doctor Stevens. He’d sat her down and laid it all out. She’d been in to his office the previous week for the initial prep and blood draw. Now Dr. Stevens had the results and was presenting Fran with the treatment he was prescribing. The man was very up front about it. Almost to the point of being brutal. All part of Mr. D’s approach to screening out the “wannabes” by scaring them off.
“Alright Frank,” he’d started off and did so making a point to use Fran’s masculine name, “here’s what we’re going to do. You’re already familiar with the drugs on this list. You’ve already signed the consent forms. You’ve already attested and sworn that you’re a transgendered individual who is seeking sexual reassignment. You’ve completed all the legalities necessary for this treatment to commence. But I’m going to make it very explicit one last time.” He continued in his precise tone.
“If you want to work at the Pussy Galore Club you will have to go on the hormone replacement therapy which the Club authorizes and which I prescribe here. This particular HRT is not the standard you would get in a traditional ‘gender dysphoria’ treatment. That’s not what the Club is paying for. And such conventional HRT runs at dosage levels too low to have the effects the Club specifies. It takes too long. And Mr. Dawson isn’t paying for that. So, it’s results and results sooner than later.”
“One last time here, Frank.” His voice becoming more intense. “These drugs I will be administering won’t just suppress your body’s male hormonal system, they will eliminate it. Do you understand this, Frank? If you want to work at the Pussy Galore Club and eventually become a Pussy Girl you will have to be castrated. Neutered, technically. And the drugs I am prescribing will have this effect on you within six months. Or less. This will be permanent, Frank. Within about three months, give or take, the effects will be largely irreversible.” He said with an intensity that was more than a bit unsettling.
“Yes, Doctor Stevens. I understand all of that and consent to it.” Fran said, feeling her face flush.
“Good.” Dr. Stevens said, crisply. “Turn around, bend over and take your pants down so I can get started.”
Fran complied and soon smelled the alcohol from the wipe Dr. Stevens was soon applying to her ass cheek. She felt him place one gloved hand on that check and then the sharp sting of the needle as he plunged it into her hard ass. No warning given. As he pressed the plunger home, Fran felt the burning sensation as the liquid in the hypodermic forced its way into the cells around the needle. It took longer than she expected and it stung all the way through. Dr. Stevens’ breathing seemed louder to Fran as he administered her first neutering dose. Finally, the injection was completed and Dr. Stevens quickly wiped the area clean and deftly applied a bit of gauze and band-aid over the injection point before instructing Fran to pull up her panties and pants. Turning around she found Dr. Stevens looked flushed. She came to know that look well. He was clearly turned on by what he had just done. Oddly, Fran was also turned on and that made her uncomfortable with the way Dr. Stevens was suddenly sweating. She always made sure to scoot herself out of his office after every such shot administering session.
Though, as time passed, Fran did find herself fantasizing about Dr. Stevens doing more than just check her bloodwork and give her the shots and pill prescriptions. It just seemed so wrong to her to have sexual fantasies about the man who was castrating her. But it fed her fetish with being helpless and overwhelmed and being transformed and altered by the men dominating her. It became a fantasy that never failed to get Fran off during those months.
True to his word, Dr. Stevens’s estimate of how long things would take was spot on. Fran’s girlfriend and Mistress kept her busy with daily pegging sessions and carefully noted how Fran’s hard ons ebbed over the ensuing months. Fran was worried that the neutering might lessen her sex drive or cause depression or somehow get in the way of her being able to work at the Club. Whether it was her intense focus, the intense sexual domination by her girlfriend/ Mistress, the constant sexual objectification by the Gold Member clients at the Club, or whether it was something in the mix that Dr. Stevens included in her injections, none of what she feared came to pass.
Six months of regularly bending over the exam table in Dr. Stevens’ office had its effect. It was actually something which Fran’s girlfriend / Mistress celebrated when it was inescapably apparent. Driving Fran into another eye rolling climax while Fran’s penis just limply bounced in rhythm to her pegging, she had her own climax when she realized that Fran was that much closer to being the “sissygurl” of her fantasies.
Stepping out of the elevator, Fran was thankful that all of that was now behind her. She’d made the mental change to derive her physical pleasure from other parts of her body. Specifically her ass and her nipples. Walking into the foyer of the “upstairs” of the Club, her nipples were quite hard with excitement and her ass was almost twitching in anticipation of being used. She’d fantasized about this for many, many months. Val was there to welcome the new Pussy Girl with a big hug and kiss.
“Finally! You made it, girl! Congratulations. You’re gonna have fun tonight. Let’s get you changed” Val exclaimed as she collected the new Pussy Girl and shepherded her off to the dressing room. “You’re a lucky girl tonight, Fran. Mr. Nokimura won the bidding to have first “crack” at you being the newest Pussy Girl!” she beamed. Fran had heard rumors and tales about Mr. Nokimura from the other Girls but nothing definite. He was a Diamond member and had “eclectic” tastes. She looked questioningly at Val.
“Alright, here’s the drill. Mr. Nokimura is one of our better paying clients and he really, really likes you ‘all American’ type girls. He’s a Diamond level guy and that means he gets to bring in guests. So, he’s brought his usual two gorillas with him. Mr. Nokimura is in his 70s, at least, Fran so he likes to sit back for most of the action and let his two big bruisers do most of the work for him. No, honey, they’re not gonna beat you or anything like that. Well, they’ll maul you some but for a girl like you, that’s gonna be fun.” She continued as she helped Fran out of her Pussy Girl uniform.
“Near as we can figure, Mr. Nokimura likes seeing you ‘gaijin’ girls get put in their place by the two big studs he brings in for it. Then, when they’re well and fully done with you he’ll have his last bit of jollies to finish the evening off.” Val finished buttoning Fran into a 50s style blue with white polka dots halter top dress. A basic bra and panties underneath and such some flats on her feet made up the rest of it. Nothing terribly sexy about the ensemble but it was, instead, a pretty “wholesome” looking thing. Moments later Val was knocking at the door to one of the private rooms and then pushing Fran through into once the door was opened.
Fran quickly looked around to try and get her bearings. It wasn’t just Mr. Nokimura and this “two gorillas” but two additional people there as well. One was an utterly stunning Asian woman dressed in head to toe skin tight leather. Classic stiletto heels on her feet and a wicked looking single tail whip coiled at her hip. Her face was angelic in its beauty but even with the brief glance Fran had of her she could see a gleam in the woman’s eyes that showed little but coldness and malevolence. It was not reassuring to Fran at all. The other figure was kneeling at the Mr. Nokimura’s feet. Asian as well but hairless, naked and somewhat plump. Her breasts had a puffiness that Fran recognized and that seemed odd to Fran. The girl’s nipples were pierced with quite heavy gauge and large rings. Fran looked at the man sitting in the chair, who was clearly in charge of the other four – and also of her. He was dressed in a dark red silk kimono robe and though clearly no longer young he radiated a sense of power and control that Fran felt arousing. She recognized that he was looking directly at her so she lowered her eyes from his. She was about to do more when the woman next to him said something to the two “gorillas” standing on either side of her. “Geuleul beosgida.”
Immediately the two Asian men at her sides reached over and ripped off her dress. Literally, ripped it off of her body. She heard the ‘click’ of knives being flicked open and her bra and her panties were cut from her body as well. The two men stepped onto the heels of her shoes and lifted her out of them as they brought her further toward Mr. Nokimura. Their actions were so quick she barely had time to react and their strength in moving her so effortlessly made it clear any resistance to them would be pointless anyway. She looked back and forth at the two men. They were also in kimono style robes which did little to hide how enormously muscular they were. These were the two most massively muscled Asians she’d ever seen. They were enormously muscled, period. Each stood well over six feet in height. Normally, she’d be quite turned by being around such muscle studs but she had no idea of what was about to happen as the men planted her back on her feet again.
“Geuui dalileul beolligo” the leather clad Asian woman spoke again and with brief pushes of their feet the men had spread Fran’s legs open.
“Geuui seong-gileul jab-a” the woman spoke and one of the men reached over and cupped Fran’s soft and hormone shrunken penis in his hand. His touch, for all his strength and the suddenness of him having just stripped her, was actually quite gentle. Fran was feeling herself slip into that familiar sort of submissive headspace and thoughts. She was being treated almost as some sort of livestock or slave by these people. They’d not addressed her at all and made no attempt to even speak to her. She realized she was actually getting turned on by that. She’d been so keyed up the whole night that she had already been on edge so it didn’t take much at point. And being so powerfully, and also gently, pawed at by these hugely muscled me was starting to turn her on. She felt her reduced little cock begin to drool its precum at the man’s fondling it.
“Geuneun jeoj-eoss eo” the man rolling her shriveled ball sac and penis said to the woman, with amusement clearly in his voice even if Fran had no idea what he had just said. The man on her other side, still securely holding Fran’s arm, just derisively snorted. Mr. Nokimura continued to gaze at Fran intently.
“Geuui gaseum-eul jab-a” was the woman’s next instruction and at that the other man reached over and began cupping Fran’s hormone induced breasts. She was up to a B cup and was rather pleased with her progress at that. Her nipples were quite prominent thanks to the daily pumping sessions that her Mistress had insisted on. Fran suppressed the moan of pleasure as the man rolled those nipples in his strong fingers. The Asian woman nodded watching how Fran’s nipples were so sensitive as merely toying with them had such an effect upon Fran. At Fran’s reaction, the man rolling her nipples chuckled “Geuneun heungbunhan gaenyeon-iya.”
The woman spoke again, “geuleul dollyeo,” and the men effortlessly turned Fran around so that her pert little ass was facing Mr. Nokimura. Fran hoped that all those hours spent doing yoga and leg exercises had paid off sufficiently. From the way one of the men was making appreciative noises as he cupped her ass cheeks it must have. While he was doing that the other man found her rosebud and pushed his fingers into it. Not crudely, not roughly, but with the smoothness and power of a man both utterly in control of the person he was probing and assured of what he would find as he probed.
“Hai, kare wa junkatsu sa rete imasu” he announced to the woman. Fran couldn’t see it but the Asian woman smiled. It was sadistic smile. She turned to look at Mr. Nokimura who only nodded his head, never taking his eyes off of Fran’s being displayed before him. The woman turned back to the men and nodded at them.
One of them released Fran and she heard some movement behind her as he pushed the padded couch into place. All the rooms “upstairs” had that sort of furniture. It was the perfect length and perfect size to plant a gurl upon for fucking and sucking. Fran then was turned around again and hoisted onto the couch, winding up on her hands and knees with one of muscle bound Asian men in front of her and the other at her rear. Fran’s head was spinning. Their objectification of her thrilled her and had lit a fire of lust within her from the perversity of it all.
It was Mr. Nokimura who spoke this time when he directed the men “geuleul jjileuda.”
At that, they opened their robes and began fisting themselves to full hardness. Their cocks were as impressive as the rest of their muscular physiques and completely dispelled any illusions Fran had about Asian men being “under endowed.” In short order the man in front of her was stuffing his glorious cock past her lips and into her throat while the other had nosed his shaft at her rosebud but briefly before effortlessly pushing past it. Neither of the men were rushing things. Neither of the men were jamming themselves into Fran. But each of them was implacably filling her with their cocks. There was no question that she would be speared at each end. They were simply overpowering her with their cocks as they’d overpowered her with their muscles.
The man at her face had taken hold of Fran’s hair and was using it to control the movements of her head. She didn’t fail to notice that the way he’d gathered up her hair had made sure her face remained uncovered for Mr. Nokimura’s view. The man conquering her ass had clamped his hands around Fran’s waist and had full control of her from there as well. The two men soon established a rhythm of their taking her. The most she could do was keep her teeth out of the way and flex her ass around the other’s cock. The man face fucking her would plow himself deep into her throat and then pull all the way out so she could breathe. The man powering himself into her behind was grinding his cock over her prostate making her see stars with each thrust.
Fran had long, long fantasized about being “spit roasted” like this but had never been lucky enough to have experienced it in actuality. The closest she come to it was when her Mistress had used a strap-on to fuck her while Fran had to suck and throat a dildo suction cupped to the wall in front of her as she was down on her hands and knees being pegged. It was not the same. This, for Fran, was so very much better. The gurl began to lose herself to the bliss of being so completely taken and used by the two musclemen.
So much so that she barely heard the woman’s further instructions. “Geuui dalileul deul-eo” the woman said and at that, the man plowing Fran’s ass shifted his grip to her thighs and pulled her legs up and off the couch. Fran was now holding herself up with her arms as the man fucked her face while the other man continued plowing her ass. Fran’s cock was now fully visible to Mr. Nokimura. Her cock was steadily drooling its precum as it hung directly beneath her with her shrunken ball sac alongside it. She thought Mr. Nokimura was breathing harder but the men using her at each end had more of her attention.
“Núlì, qù xī tā” the woman hissed and, at that, the kneeling girl finally moved and squirmed herself beneath Fran. Fran then felt something entirely unexpected as her drooling little cock was suddenly engulfed by the wet warmth of a mouth upon it. The leather clad mistress had directed the other girl to suck on Fran’s penis. The sensations were heavenly for Fran. It had been years, actually, since anyone had tried sucking on her cock. Even her Mistress would only occasionally lick Fran’s penis as the hormones had reduced it and left it permanently limp. The girl beneath her was skilled with her tongue and Fran even felt the presence of two piercings in the girl’s tongue which only added to the intensity of the pleasure of her attentions there. Fran knew she was being driven over the edge but was unsure about letting herself go. She didn’t know if she had to ask permission first or somehow signal how close she was getting. And from the way the man face fucking her was keeping up the pace of that, she had no time to stop and ask questions.
“Hǎo ba, núlì? Tā hěn núlì ma?” the leather clad woman asked. The girl beneath Fran popped her mouth off of Fran’s diminutive shaft and replied: “Īe, aijin. Kare wa yawarakai. Soshite mizuppoi.”
That brought a brief satisfied growl from Mr. Nokimura. “Kare o kitasa se nasai,” was his command and the men began pressing their cocks into Fran harder and faster. The girl beneath Fran once again brought her mouth to Fran’s cock and delighted it with her tongue and lips. At the same time, the girl used one hand to roll Fran’s shriveled ball sac between her fingers while the other hand rolled Fran’s engorged nipples between her thumb and index finger. Fran was being overwhelmed and soon surrendered to it.
Mr. Nokimura had leaned forward watched the Pussy Girl as her climax overtook her and exploded throughout her body. She began bucking onto the one man’s cock fucking her ass while her moan of lust escaped around the cock of the man filling her mouth. As Fran came her soft shaft just spurted helplessly into the girl’s mouth. The girl had ceased her sucking and tonguing Fran’s cock as she felt Fran spasm in climax. The two men continued plowing her non-stop but the girl beneath her popped her mouth off of Fran’s cock again and slithered out from under her. She then knelt before Mr. Nokimura and presented her open mouth for him to see what Fran had spent into it. The leather clad woman dipped her finger passed the girl’s lips and brought it up closer for Mr. Nokimura to see. Her finger glistened with the watery precum Fran’s neutered testes had flowed out.
“Kanpekidesu” he said with satisfaction in his voice. “Muuimihan geuleul yeos meog-eola. Dangsin-i dong-geulan nun-e deul-eogal ttaekkaji geuleul yeosmeog yeola” he said with a calm passion in his voice that Fran might’ve found frightening if she wasn’t still so blissed from her climax the continued impaling of the two men. At his words their grip upon her tightened. The man plowing her ass began driving her even harder. The man in her mouth clamped his free hand upon her jaw to hold her even more firmly in place as he skull fucked her.
Fran was again losing it. Her senses with overwhelmed with the continued stimulation. She’d no time to recover from her first climax and the two men were overpowering her even more firmly now. She again felt those lips upon her shaft as the one girl was back beneath her sucking on it again. And now she felt the leather gloved hands of the other woman as they caressed Fran’s ass cheeks and worked her breasts. Fran was whimpering around the one man’s cock as she was trying to breathe from his filling her there. He seemed to like that as Fran could sense he was about to cum.
He clamped his hand on her jaw even more tightly while his fingers clenched her hair more firmly as he spasmed into her mouth. He’d pulled back out of her throat as he began cumming and then pulled his cock entirely out of her mouth as his orgasm completely overtook him. Jets of his cum splattered on her face and into her mouth.
The constant stimulation drove her over into another climax. A deeper one. A full bodied one. The type of climax she’d yearned to be able to have for years but had never quite gotten to. Even her Mistress, the lover that she is, hadn’t been able to conjure that in Fran. These two domineering muscle men however, had. As she rolled over into that “sissygasm” she felt the other man growl his climax as well. His fingers dug into her thighs as he sank himself to his hilt inside her. She could feel his cock throbbing its seed into her gut. The heat and the sensations and the fullness just drove her further to bliss. The suckling on her shaft just added to it all.
She barely was aware as the men withdrew from impaling her and flipped her over onto her back, setting her down upon the couch, spent and in bliss.
It took her a minute or two to realize that Mr. Nokimura was standing aside her and looking down upon her. His expression was difficult for Fran to read but she clearly saw the satisfaction in his eyes. That and something else. Something that wasn’t warm at all.
Looking down at the spent Pussy Girl, Mr. Nokimura ordered “Núlì, dǎsǎo tā” and the other girl was quickly lapping at Fran’s little cock. It was wet with her watery precum and the girl was doing her best to lap that all away. As she did so, the leather clad woman was caressing Mr. Nokimura and working her leather gloved hands across his firm body. She soon had him fully erect with his robes parted and his cock rampant above Fran. Fran tried rousing herself to bring herself to that cock. It seemed the right thing for the Pussy Girl to do. But a quick hsss from the leather clad woman and forceful hand of one the musclemen pushing her back down ended that attempt.
The other muscleman stepped back from the bathroom with a hot towel and finished wiping Fran’s cock and balls clean. Next he wiped the cum off her face. He then used another towel to dry Fran off with. Mr. Nokimura was now fisting his cock more intently as his gaze ran back and forth from Fran’s hormone puffed breasts to her hormone shriveled cock.
At an unspoken command from the leather clad woman, the other girl moved behind Mr. Nokimura and began pressing herself between his cheeks. Her tongue soon had its effect as Mr. Nokimura clenched his teeth and growled as he began cumming. He pressed his cock down so that his jets of cum began spraying across Fran’s soft cock and shriveled balls. His eyes were riveted there as he spent himself upon her. The leather clad woman was running one hand across his body while pressing the other girl more firmly into his ass with her other hand. It was a near surreal scene for Fran. Mr. Nokimura jerking himself off onto Fran’s little cock and the two massive muscle men standing above her with their gorgeously heavy shafts hanging thickly down between their legs. Their shafts still wet with their cum and lube and her spit upon them.
Mr. Nokimura just stood there above Fran for some time after he’d spent himself upon her. He then brushed the girl away from behind him and closed up his robe before sitting back down.
Fran had more or less fully come down from her climax and she noticed the nude girl hungrily eyeing Mr. Nokimura’s cum upon Fran’s body. “Qǐlái, núlì” snapped the leather clad woman. The nude girl then stopped her eyeing of that cum and stood up. Fran finally got a chance to look her over more closely and realized that she was not an actual girl but a castrated male. A truly castrated one. Not just chemically as Fran was but physically and extensively so.
This “girl” not only had no sac but her penis had been removed as well. She was a “nullo” as Fran could clearly see the surgical scar where there would otherwise be her penis and testes. And there was no pussy in place of it, just smooth skin all the way to her anus. Mr. Nokimura was truly into some very deep kinks but Fran had little time to react to any of it before the nullo minced back to kneel at Mr. Nokimura’s feet and the leather clad woman resumed her position by his right hand.
The two massive Asian muscle men had once again effortlessly picked Fran up. The steps they all took were ones of familiarity. Clearly Fran was not the first “gajin” that Mr. Nokimura had left his mark upon. And his servants all clearly knew their places and their roles.
One muscleman handed Fran the remnants of her dress while the other pushed her shoes at her to step into. The dress was shredded from their having torn it off of her but the two men were adamant that she put it on none-the-less. It was a further demonstration of their power and control over her and yet another bit of humiliation for her to try and cover herself up with the shredded taters. Mr. Nokimura watched her with no small amount of satisfaction on his face.
Without another word, she was then pushed out into the hallway and the door closed behind her. Her head was still spinning. She just been fucked senseless – gloriously fucked, fucked unto a full body climax – by two muscle studs. Fucked wonderfully while she was on display in all her feminized beauty. Fucked and overpowered entirely. Fucked and objectified and cum upon by a hard and sadistic man. And that made her little diminished cock throb and her puffy titties harden. It turned her on. It turned her on fiercely.
Part of her mind realized just how perverted it all was. How it was a “debasement scene.” How Mr. Nokimura got off on seeing a white girl defiled by him and his superior Japanese manhood. How his cum was now drying and getting crusty on her little cock and balls. She pondered how wrong it all was. And she pondered how it just felt so right. And how she thrilled at that erotic debasement. She didn’t feel defiled at all. She didn’t view herself as actually debased in any way. She was a seriously kinky and deeply bent gurl. She was a Pussy Girl, in fact. And she was very happy with that.
Val didn’t even blink as Fran strode past her, shrugging off the tattered dress. She’d seen it before from Mr. Nokimura. And she was glad that Fran had squared herself away with it as the gurl stepped into the shower to clean herself off and make herself ready for the next client to use her.
She was indeed “working” the Club.
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