Clara’s Mind-Controlling Tweets 6: Lez Stripper Career Day

Clara’s Mind-Controlling Tweets

Chapter Six: Lez Stripper Career Day

By mypenname3000

Commissioned by n1one

Copyright 2020

Clara might not be going to her school any longer, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t paying attention to everything that was going on at her school. Today was a special day. Today, was career day. And there was a certain group of girls who thought they were going to be at the pinnacle of the business world.

Future moguls.

They thought their assholes didn’t stink and that they pissed perfume. Clara wanted to plant rumors that instead of going to career day to become business magnates and start their own Fortune 500 companies, they would have a new way to earn a living.

A new way to make a big hit.

“Did you know that the job most girls want on career day is to be a stripper? #girlsday #stemisforuglygirls #strippersluts”

She hit tweet!

That would get Georgia, Brenda, and Tonya, thought Clara. Her tweets caused rumors. Everyone was talking about how the girls of the Home EC Club were now dating the nerds of the chess club. Some were even pregnant, so the rumors on Twitter said.

Buns in the oven.

Even Ms. Carter, the club adviser, was supposed to be pregnant. #bredbyhernerd Clara loved it. She didn’t realize just how powerful her tweets were.

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Georgia Sampson

“Of course I’m not going to the career fair,” Regina told me. She had a gold band on her ring finger. “I’m getting married. I’ll be a housewife. I think I’ll drop out of college. I mean, I’m going to have a baby!”

I shook my head in shock at that sentiment. Drop out of college? I liked Regina. I thought it was weird when she’d joined the Home EC Club and started wearing a purity ring, but this…

I didn’t know what to think about this.

Not only was she a slut for this nerd, but she was sharing him with this other girl named Taylor. This entire Home EC class was floating around college talking about having buns in their ovens and how they would make the perfect wives for their nerds.

It was Stepford.

This school was getting weird. Everything that @realgossip account tweeted was true. No matter how salacious. I had no idea where the owner was getting their dirt from. But she was good. I was glad I wasn’t into anything kinky.

She had nothing to tweet about me.

I headed to the career fair and quickly found my seat in the front row for Candace Meyers. She was giving a lecture on how to found your own business. I had an interest in being like Elizabeth Holmes, a young, female mogul. I mean, my product wouldn’t be a scam, but I wanted the rest. The fame. The fortune.

“Georgia!” said Brenda. “Can you believe Regina? She’s pregnant and getting married?”

“I know,” I said as Brenda sat down. She was a black-haired girl. She was dressed in a sober business skirt suit like I was. Pencil skirt, pantyhose, a blouse with just a modest neckline, and a blazer. I was in a dark blue one to compliment my auburn hair while she wore a pink one. We crossed our legs, ready to be serious.

We chatted as the other girls came in. To my disgust, there were only six of us. Six for this important meeting. So few of the girls gave a damn about their careers. They always talked about them in such nebulous ways, thinking they’ll be empowered by their useless degrees in gender studies or poetry or art history and success would just fall into their lap.

I was getting an MBA. I would be going places.

“Okay,” a beautiful woman in a business skirt suit said. She had a charcoal pencil skirt that went down to her waist, her beige pantyhose cladding her toned calves. She had a light-blue blouse and a blazer that matched her skirt. She wore her blonde hair pinned up in a bun, glasses perched on her nose. She gazed out at us. “I’m glad there are some girls here that are serious about making it. Look around. You girls are the ones who are passionate about success. Your friends and classmates are all naïve. They think the world will just deliver them their dreams.

“You have to take it!”

I applauded. So did the other girls.

“Good,” she said. “Now here’s the dirty secret. Your diplomas aren’t worth a damned out in the real world. Not if you want to have your company be traded on the S&P 500 or the NASDAQ Index. The people who do it are the ones who work their butts off. Some don’t even have college degrees. They find a hole in the market, a want people need, and they fulfill it. That is the most important thing—”

My phone chirped. A tweet from @realgossip.

“—you have to do!” Kandy said, her perky voice echoing through the room. “Pick the right stripper name. Look at me. Candace, that’s my real name but don’t tell anyone.” She giggled and winked at us. Her large, fake tits jiggled in her low-cut blouse. It was like a business woman’s blouse, but fit too tight to her body and was clear to show off her simply, black bra she wore underneath. Her skirt was so short it showed off the tops of her beige, thigh-high stockings. “So I went with Kandy. With a K to make it even more naughty.”

I giggled, nodding my head. The right stripper name. Of course. I was Georgia. That wasn’t a good one. What should I choose?

I quivered, my large breasts rising and falling in the low-cut, schoolgirls’ blouse I wore tied beneath my tits. I had dressed for success to attend the stripper presentation on career day. My tartan skirt was so short it barely covered the g-string panties I wore. I had my legs crossed, the white, knee-high socks hugging my calves.

I was glad I got here early. The room was packed with girls all wanting to be strippers, too.

“You,” said Kandy. She pointed at the girl sitting to my right, a brunette I didn’t know. She wore a slutty nurse’s outfit. “What’s your stripper name?”

“I… I don’t know,” she said. “I’m Tonya.”

“Terrible,” Kandy said. “How about… Satin. Mmm, smooth and silky Satin. It’ll have the guys you’re dancing before thinking about your pussy. In fact, why don’t you come on up here? You can help me with the demonstration.”

“Lucky,” I whimpered, squirming. If she had only pointed at me.

“Right?” asked Brenda. My friend was in a matching schoolgirl outfit, our hair in pigtails to make us look extra slutty. “I don’t know what my name should be.”

Kandy glanced at me. “Lucky, huh?” she cooed, her big boobs bouncing in her low-cut top. She was always moving. “What’s your stripper name?”

“I’m Georgia,” I said. “And I’m just struggling to find the right one.”

“That’s because you’re not thinking like a stripper yet!” Kandy said. “But you will. So Georgia’s easy. What dirty sounding fruit is Georgia famous for?”

I frowned then gasped. “Peaches!”

“Well, Peach, there’s your stripper name. You have a peachy ass, don’t you? Stand up and flash your butt at the girls behind you.”

I hopped to my feet, so excited to be showing off my plump derriere. I flipped up my tartan skirt and held it over my waist. My g-string panties would show off my ass. Only floss vanished between my butt-cheeks.

“Bend over and shake it,” Kandy said. “Always be thinking about how your moving so you can show it off to its fullest and make the guys groan and give you money.”

“Yes, Kandy!” I squealed and did just that. I wiggled my ass and someone slapped it. I gasped, feeling so naughty like I was a real stripper.

This would be the best career fair ever!

“Mmm, now doesn’t Satin look delicious in her nurse’s outfit?” Kandy asked. “Just how are you going to strip out of that easily. It has a zipper in the back. This isn’t a knot that can be untied like our two slutty schoolgirls have worn their blouses.”

I grinned as I sat back down.

“Nor is it something in the front that can tantalize the men as you reveal more and more of your tits either naked or covered in some sort of enticing bra.” Kandy motioned for Satin to turn around. She did, her brown hair swaying behind her. Kandy unzipped the back of the nurse’s outfit. She tugged a few times, the teeth clearly snagged on fabric.“Cheap zippers are the worst. They get caught easily. It’s a big pain in the as.” She jerked hard, and the zipper went the rest of the way down. “You don’t want to have things that can keep your body from getting naked easily.

Tonya was down to a pair of red panties that clung to her rump and had a white cross over the seat of her ass, and a white bra with red crosses over her nipples. Kandy looked her up and down and then nodded her head.

“Mmm, you are perfect for this demonstration,” she said. “I specialize in doing girl-girl shows while stripping. Truthfully, I love getting naked before the guys, but they’re not the ones I want to fuck.”

Giggles burst through the watching girls. I joined them. I glanced over at Brenda. She smiled back at me. This heat rushed through me. My thighs closed tight together. I put a hand on her bare thigh beneath her tartan skirt, squeezing her.

She returned the gesture.

“Now,” said Kandy.

The lights dimmed and then colorful ones illuminated the stripper pole that had been erected behind her. Music started playing. She grabbed Satin’s hand and led her back. Kandy’s hips rocked to the pulsing beat.

I nodded along, loving it. My pussy clenched. This heat swept through me. I licked my lips, so excited by what was going on here. Especially as my friend’s hand moved up and down my thigh. Heat rushed up to my pussy.

I matched her.

“Mmm, when doing a girl-girl show, you want to do a lot of naughty dancing. Grind on each other’s thighs, hump into her ass. Grope tits. Kiss. You can get explicit as you want. Get a strap-on and fuck each other. End of up in a sixty-nine. Press her up against the pole and just ravish her.”

She swung Satin around and pressed the newbie stripper into the pole. Then Kandy cupped the coed’s face and kissed her hard on the mouth. A collective groan rose through the watching girls. My pussy clenched and my hand squeezed Brenda’s thigh.

She stroked up beneath my skirt.

As we watched Kandy, she swayed her hips from side to side. Her skirt swirled over her rump. It was exciting to watch. I groaned, my cunt on fire. This was hot. My hand thrust beneath my friend’s skirt, coming closer and closer to her pussy.

Just like she did with mine.

Then Kandy broke her kiss with Satin.