314. Amy Joins the Hellfire Club
Amy shrugs her shoulders and decides that it couldn't hurt to give the pole a try. She walks toward the mysterious object. About halfway there, she tries to adopt a slinky, sultry gait. Glancing at herself in one of the wall mirrors, she decides that she looks ridiculous, her hips swaying exaggeratedly while her eyes and face reveal that she's clearly not into and thinks this all looks stupid.
She wraps her right leg around the pole, then hops on with her left leg. She quickly slides to the ground, her butt hitting the floor with a decisive WHUMP! Standing back up and rubbing her aching rear end, she decides to give it another try. This time she grips harder and puts a spin on her leap. She's hardly graceful, but at least manages to land on her feet after spinning a good two-hundred-seventy degrees around the poll. Pleased with herself, she continues practicing.
Amy soon loses track of the time as her maneuvers quickly become more practiced and elaborate. In short order she finds herself hanging upside down by her clenched thighs, drawing her hands sensually up her abdomen to her breasts. She glances into the mirror and notes that a change has come over her, somehow entirely unnoticed in her concentration on improving her dancing. He hair is now about waist-length, bleached blonde and puffed out. Her skin is a deep tan. Her lips are full and pouty, her eyes green. Her glasses disappeared at some point. Her breasts are now huge and spherical and pneumatic, as though she had breast implants. Her already-tight tummy now shows distinct musculature. Where she had been nude before, she now wears a scanty hot-pink g-string. She notes that the g-string does not cover her pubic hair, or it wouldn't if she still had pubes. They have mysteriously gone missing. On her feet are pink plastic stilettos with outrageously long heels, so long that Amy isn't sure she could walk on them.
The shock of the sight of herself would have startled Amy out of her precarious position under normal circumstances, but she finds herself continuing the dance. Amy's brain tries ordering her to stop, but her body won't obey her commands. She shuts her eyes tightly. Amy wishes fervently that this whole nightmare will be over when she opens her eyes again and she'll be back where she was before she got on the pole.
When she does open her eyes, she finds her location has changed. She's still dancing on a pole, but the pole is now in a strip club. Looking down she sees the eyes of the patrons glow with unholy light. Their skins are deep red and blue and green. They look up at her hungrily, their mouths lined with sharp fangs, their forked tongues hanging out and drooling. They all have horns and tails.
A panicked look in the mirror and Amy she's that she herself now sports a pair of tiny horns and has sprouted a long prehensile tale from just above her buttocks. Her skin has taken on a reddish tinge. She is shocked to observe herself integrating the tail into her routine, licking it, sucking the tip meaningfully, wrapping it around the poll to hold her weight as she spins and gyrates.
The music stops and Amy finds herself once more in control of her movements. She looks around and sees some stripper demons on other platforms have also stopped their dancing and are making their way back stage. Faced with a choice between the hungry crowd and what lies behind the curtain, Amy chooses the curtain.
Back stage she sees the stripper demons quickly removing their scanty attire and putting on new costumes. A fat male demon in a pinstriped suit smoking a cigar walks up to Amy.
“You did good out there, kid,” he growls, gesturing with his stogie, “A couple more months of training and you'll be ready for the big leagues!”
Amy gulps nervously, “The big leagues?”
“You know! Full-on succubus! But you've still got a lot of training before your seductive powers are up to snuff. Now get out to the champagne room! You've got a customer who's paid us a big enough tip that we'll be setting aside the normal 'No Touch' rules. Go out there and practice your technique!”
The demon reaches over and swats Amy on the ass, propelling her forward. She heads off in search of the champagne room, mentally preparing herself for whatever her new after-life has in store for her.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.