Utopia for One
Chapter 4 – Strippers
By Dominic Durobastone

Back on course, the master ordered that Phil be untied, his shoes, socks and pants be disposed of in a nearby rubbish bin and his hands be retied behind his back. This time Richard was instructed to check his dick and make him hard. Richard approached the task with obvious distaste but dared not refuse or delay.

“Hail us a cab…actually two Naidu, there’s a good girl.”

Without delay two cars responded. The master took the front seat of the first car with Naidu and her two charges hopping in the back. Richard took the front seat of the second car. Sarah and Kate got in the back and the half naked Phil was bundled into the boot.

“Take us to the best strip joint in town.” The master commanded jovially.

Vanessa began to panic.

“That would be Pussy Galore” responded the cabbie equally jovially.

“Pussy Galore…of course it is!” he chuckled. “Guess most of the patrons are pissed…can’t make hard to remember…eh.”

While Vanessa thought she would die in the back seat, the cabbie and the Lord exchanged lewd banter about the names given to such establishments.”

“Are you Ok, Vanessa” asked Naidu.

“Yes fine” she responded quickly, immediately realising she had missed her chance to feign Illness and escape.

In no time they arrived at the gaudily lit club with neon lights in the shape of legs and Marie Antoinette champagne glasses adorning the entrance. As the party assembled the second driver dragged the half naked Phil out of the boot to the hoots and hollers of the drunks standing in line waiting to enter the club.

“What do you want me to do with this, boss?” he asked addressing the party in general.

Turning to one of the bouncers the master said “This man is my prisoner. Please tie him to the lamp post” indicating the nearest pole “facing out… We will collect him when we leave.” turning now to Suzanne he instructed her to make sure he was erect, before turning back to the bouncer he added “make sure no one physically harms him or removes what is left of his clothes…I don’t care if people want to fiddle with his giblets, but prefer he is not brought to climax.”

Turning again to the entrance, the VIP party were whisked quickly inside the cavernous auditorium with a brightly lit centre stage surrounded by banks of tables in the dark. On the stage woman with blue hair was in the second half of her routine, still dressed in a brief bikini but teasing the audience with her thumbs hooked in the waist band of the panties. The manager of the club approached the party with his arm outstretched in greeting.

The Lord failed to shake the proffered hand, leading to a moment of embarrassment on the part of the manager. Recovering quickly the manager welcomed him fulsomely.

“Where would you like to sit sir” he asked

Absentmindedly the master pointed to a table on the right hand side of the stage as the woman on stage slowly removed her panties as she gyrated, leaving her clad only in a brief bra and a micro g string, somewhat similar to the garment selected by for Sarah and Naidu and like the reported knickers under Vanessa’s tiny skirt.

The manager then went about the task of clearing the requested tables and instructing a topless waitress to clean the tops. “Can I get you a drink Sir”

“Bottle of Bollinger and three glasses, a Heineken and three glasses of water… actually water all around in addition to the champers and beer…”

Turning to head to the bar to fill the order, the manager then nodded at Vanessa “Kitty” he said acknowledging her in a censorious tone.

As they took their seats, the stripper lost the Bra to revealing a couple of silver cups stuck to her nipples and covering her areoles.

The tart continued her sensuous dance removing, first the right cup and then the left and throwing them into the audience and then through her arms wide shaking her tits while gyrating around the stage, dressed only in the micro g string.

Just as the manager and the topless waitress returned with the drinks it became obvious that the g string was not coming off.

“Don’t your sluts take it all off” he asked with his voice raised over the music.

“We find that stripping them down to the micros and then getting them to serve drinks as they end their dance is popular with the customers…Candy here” he indicated the waitress “stripped just before you arrived. Nothing sell drinks like a waitress who has just stripped and the micro is a great place to collect tips…see Candy is doing really well.” He said earnestly.

The bank notes in the waist string of her knickers stood as testament to the success of the act.

“How do you know Vanessa?”

“She is one of our dancers” the manager responded, a little down cast.

“Day off, eh”

“No, rang in sick”

“Vanessa…what is the meaning of this?”

“I…um…I…wanted to serve you…um…sir…”

“Enough…” the Master said firmly. “Three things…While I am here the bitches do complete strips…you can tie string around their waists…after they dance…that will enable them to collect tips without impeding the punters view of their cunts.” Changing tone to a more sarcastic one he continued “Vanessaeh … why did you take on Kitty…’Vanessa the undresser’ works so well…ha ha ha…anyway…”Changing again to a more conversational tone he continued “Vanessa is here now so she can be the first to do the full strip. Vanessa has been selected by me for use, so she will come with me when I go but she can work until then…stripping and then serving drinks in the buff…then we will see who drums up the most business…a slut in a g string or a completely naked one”

Just then a well-built red head began her act. “get back stage and get ready… you are on after ginger…oh and dance around a bit after it all comes off…you are a pioneer in this club…make sure the punters he a good look at everything you’ve get.”

With that the master settled into watch the floor show while Vanessa hurried off to prepare for her act, devastated. For all her time as an exotic dancer she had treasured the tiny scrap of fabric that was her micro g string as the preserver of her dignity. In much the same way as Sarah had refused to allow men to strip her as a final defence against total depravity.

The redhead followed a familiar script. It appeared that the only difference apart from the was the top layer of clothing. The redhead began in a full length emerald green gown that looked like it came from the 19th Century. The gown itself did not last long. Nor more than a minute into the routine it was ripped open down the front, where it had been held in place a well hidden strip of Velcro running the full length of the dress from neck to floor.

The crowd of almost all men roared their approval as the Victorian belle was instantly transformed into a 21st Century whore selling herself in a competitive market.

As she danced the master reflected on how his ban on sex would have hampered business. He imagined that these women were probably not paid much to strip, if anything, the money was made in tips throughout their shifts and then they would spend the rest of the night on their backs making a fortune. Looking around at the waitresses he was impressed by the quality, he would not reject a single one.