Sammi scratched her nails on the counter. Drops of sweat rolled down her face, dripping off her nose and chin. Their fall felt like an eternity to her. Hundredths of a second felt like minutes, but in a way she was thankful – it was her only reprieve from the wretched beat.

The beat pulled at her until she was swaying to its mesmerizing rhythm. Each one pounded away inside her, disorienting her, making her weave and sway. She thought she was having a heart attack the first time it happened, but the beats faded eventually. For a while, she thought she was going crazy, but as time passed, she found a correlation between certain activities and the repeated feeling. She had been dancing on stage or in bed. They returned stronger each time; she had to dance less and less.

She raised her head to look into the mirror. The girl staring back at her smiled with all the contempt in the world. She hated her allotment in life. The bills sticking out of her bikini and g-string were mocking her.

Sammi tensed as the beat pounded inside her head, slowly getting softer. Her posture slackened and she leaned forward, resting her head against the mirror and looking into her own green eyes.“Cheer up, this semester is almost paid for.” Without another word, she started fishing the bills from her clothes, arranging them into neat stacks in front of her. She shook her head as she counted through it, already knowing it wasn’t enough for tonight. She was going to have to get back out there.

“Hey, Sammi, guess who’s here?”

Sammi turned around to see Rebecca dressed in a ludicrously fancy white fur coat. She gawked. It was flashy for the sake of being flashy. Sammi knew it cost a small fortune.

Rebecca noticed the staring and started patting down the fur. “Isn’t it lovely?”

Sammi scowled for an instant before looking at her pile of cash. She lifted her head to look into the mirror, reading her own eyes. “Diana’s here again?” She could feel a pit in her stomach forming. If she could stuff her pride, maybe she could end up with something as obscene as a fur coat and sell it. She only needed a little more to get through this year.

“Mhmm, and she told me to send out the shy blonde,” Rebecca said.

Sammi balked at being called shy. Diana was a strange woman with a strange talent of getting into every dancer’s g-string, but Sammi wasn’t about to be another conquest for some arrogant businesswoman. Even being around Diana put Sammi on edge. There was something different about her, and the way she managed to convince any of the girls to go with her whenever she felt like it worried her.

Still, Sammi couldn’t stay at this job too long. The beats inside her head were becoming stronger every day, and eventually a classmate was going to walk in and see her. She doubted the Infinity City University’s dance team would allow her to stay if they found out she was a stripper on the side.

She took a deep breath and started messing up her hair to give her a more wild look. She knew what Diana liked and had purposefully tried to avoid her tastes whenever she was around. She wiped her makeup off before applying bright green lipstick.

Sammi wanted to stop herself as she walked from the back-rooms to the stage. It was a horrible idea to get involved with Diana; she could feel it. The sensation of looming dread only became worse as she approached the stage door. She opened it to the back of the walkway. She wasn’t going to bother the other strippers, they could have the stage, she was going to go after Diana and that was it. She exited into the lobby, seeing only a single head turn in the half full club.

It was lunch time, most of the women were on a lunch break, getting a bite and wanting some excitement. Infinity City had something for everyone, even during lunch break, and this club thrived. One of the girls, Candice, was entertaining Diana when Sammi started walking toward her. Candice looked over and frowned, but she was the first girl Diana had gotten her fingers in and held a special place because of it. She would often go into Diana’s work, though Sammi could only assume why.

“Such a serious face!” Diana sat with her legs crossed wearing her typical business suit. Sammi had never seen her in anything except a business suit, and she always had on that same arrogant grin. The ash brown haired woman wasn’t typical for her profession. She wore slacks, never skirts. She never even touched makeup, and she liked it light on her women. She never compromised herself, but got everything she wanted. “No parts of your friends are missing, yes? So you can assume I don’t bite.”

Sammi looked down at her, but felt as if their positions were reversed. She was the one mostly naked, working a job that required her to throw away part of her pride, and was entirely dependent on how well she served other people. Diana was some business executive with enough money to buy her way into anyone’s bed. Even though Diana was sitting down, Sammi felt as if she were being towered over.

She let her seriousness drop as she flashed a seductive smile, trying to bring attention to her green lips. “I’ve been avoiding you for a while now, Diana. What makes you think I’m here for your pleasure?”

Strong, prideful women were something else Diana liked. It added more thrill to the victory at the end. “Ah, you’re right, how rude of me.” Diana greedily eyed Sammi’s body. She had never actually been this close before, and Sammi was going to take advantage of that. She stepped closer, moving her hips in a subtle fashion to draw Diana’s eyes to them.

As much as it might pain Sammi to admit it, she had a stripper’s body. Her hips were perfect, leading down into long smooth legs and curving up into rigorously toned abs. It forced three decisions whenever someone was this close; look up, look down, or keep looking and hope she turns around.

Sammi watched Diana just keep staring, shameless in her lust. She teased, rolling her hips, but not turning around. “Very rude of you. We’re not all here just for you. We all have our reasons.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of that.” Diana reached in her pocket and pulled out a billfold. She took a bill – though Sammi couldn’t see how much it was – and tucked it into her g-string. Sammi found herself turning as soon as her g-string slapped against her waist.

Sammi scowled for a second but quickly hid it. She had wanted to tease Diana longer, so why did she turn around? That wasn’t what she had planned to do. She needed to extort as much money as possible from the woman, not be easy prey for her.

“Oh, my, my, my, my....” Sammi could tell Diana was on the verge of drooling. “Round, toned, and not a single blemish.” Sammi shivered as she felt a hand on her ass. Diana was already acting like she owned her. “Truly sublime, Sammi.”

Sammi wanted to turn around and punch her in the face. No one was supposed to touch any of the dancers so aggressively. She gritted her teeth and slowed her movements. She was going to have to deal with it, just long enough so she could obtain more money, then she could leave this place and never return.

Her g-string was pulled away from her waist, and Sammi prepared for the sting of it slapping her hips. She heard the rustling of cash before the snap came, but as soon as it did, her body again moved counter to her plans. She bent over and started swaying her ass for Diana. She felt better about it, though. This wasn’t that bad, just a little longer, and she would never have to do this again for her.

Arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. She almost reacted with a swift kick behind her, but stopped herself.

“You know, out of all the girls, you’re the one I wanted the most,” Diana whispered into her ear.

Sammi felt like she was in the lion’s den. Diana’s grip tightened, her wrists pressed against Sammi’s toned stomach. There was a pulsating, subtle and distant, like the beats of a far off bass. She could feel Diana’s lips hovering over her ear.

“But how do I tempt the girl that even now is trying to get away?” The smugness in Diana’s voice almost made Sammi gag. “A fur coat? A new dress? Some sex toys?” Sammi knew she was just trying to get a reaction. She knew Diana’s methods. She would list things off until she found something Sammi wanted, and then she would capitalize on it. “I know you love money, but that’s just a means to an end, isn’t it?” Diana pulled an arm back and returned it, shoving several bills down the front of Sammi’s g-string.

Sammi shivered. She needed more money, even if the means was to humiliate herself. She just needed out of this job, out of this life. She gyrated her hips on Diana’s lap to that distant beat inside her head. Diana’s breasts pressed against her back as she moved closer. The beat was getting louder, shaking her, making her hips move faster with the internal rhythm.

“What you really want,” Diana pressed her lips to Sammi’s ear, exaggerating every movement of her mouth, “is a complete scholarship.”

Sammi’s eyes widened. How did Diana know about that? Did one of the other girls tell her?

“I have a check in my pocket, written just for you. I’ve had it for a while, waiting until you approached me. I’ve put so much love into it, I think you’ll want to come home with me right after you get it.”

Sammi’s heart raced. The beat in her head magnified, shaking her extremities with each pound. She curled her fingers into a fist. She couldn’t let Diana have her this easily. She refused to be conquered so simply. If she had to sleep with Diana for school, she would do it, but not like this.

Still, she couldn’t figure out if the beat was because of excitement of fury. She arched her back and rested her head on Diana’s shoulder, one of her eyes meeting Diana’s. “Oh?” There wasn’t a hint of doubt in her voice, and her hips moved in their teasing manner, insisting to be grabbed and pulled close to quiet their defiance.

The beat pounded into Sammi’s head as Diana broke the gaze, startled by something. She was being denied even though she had what she wanted right on her lap. After a second of doubt, she turned back and pressed her lips against Sammi’s. Neither of them would close their eyes. Diana tried to stare Sammi down, but Sammi hardly seemed to care. She was looking at her as if she was as insignificant as any other customer.

Sammi wasn’t sure why she was acting like this. She was ashamed of herself for becoming another one of Diana’s conquests, but it didn’t seem to matter now. She wanted to be close to Diana, to figure out how she worked. Something had been affecting her, forcing her body to react. It wasn’t the beat, not until just a moment ago. Diana was doing something to her.

Diana moved her head back from Sammi’s, wearing her curiosity on her face. “You’re different.”

Sammi bended herself up while twisting her legs with Diana’s. A strand of her hair fell in front of her face. “You like strong women, don’t you? The ones harder to sleep with, so you can feel better about yourself when you do?”

Diana nodded. She reached into her pockets, bringing out a check with Sammi’s name on it. “The difference isn’t bad. It means I get to have more fun with you.”

Sammi grinned. She reached up to brush the strand of hair from her face, but before she touched it, it slowly changed color. Starting at the tip, a bright green rushed up it and out of sight. It was happening. She wasn’t sure what exactly “it” was, but she knew she had been dancing too long, and it was starting to happen. She needed to run, but her body wasn’t listening. She brushed the hair away, hiding it among the rest of her hair.

“Let’s go to your apartment,” she said. “I’ll have to thank you properly for your gift.”

Diana’s smile spread at the vocalization of the word “gift.” She wrote a date on the check and shoved it into Sammi’s bikini. Sammi froze for a second as an intense euphoria washed over her. The bills in the front of her g-string were soaked with her juices before she even had control over her body. Diana just smiled as she picked her up and carried her out the door, not minding for a second that Sammi’s mewls were drawing looks.

—

Sammi’s vision came into focus. She was looking at herself from above. She was laying in a bed that only had red sheets. She was still in her bikini and g-string, but all the bills had been removed as had her heels. A swath of her hair hard turned green, and the beat in her head was reinforcing the bliss she had been feeling until now. At some point, either in the club or in Diana’s car, it had become too much for her. She tried to piece her memory together, but it was too fuzzed over for her to get any detail from.

“You have powers,” Diana said from somewhere out of sight.

Sammi blinked. She still wasn’t sure how she was looking down at herself. She lifted herself up and saw the edge of the mirror on the ceiling.

“You’re like me.”

Sammi lifted herself up the rest of the way, turning her vision to Diana. “Powers?” she asked the woman who was reclining on a red velvet couch.

Diana nodded. She was smiling, and greedy lust painted her expression. Sammi smiled back as a rush of pure pleasure passed through her. It was those eyes, realizing she was desired made her happy – no, realizing she was desired by Diana made her happy.

“A transformation of some sort? Psychic? Superhuman strength or speed? What is it that you can do?” Diana stood up and crossed the room. She crawled onto the bed and onto Sammi, straddling her and pressing her back down onto the bed. “I wonder if it’s like my power?”

The beat grew louder. Sammi squirmed under Diana. “What is your power?” Sammi said, trying to distract her. She hated to admit it even to herself, but she was still a virgin. Every time she was with a girl and the mood started to develop, the beat in her head sounded. It scared her enough to ruin her mood. She hadn’t even dated anyone in the last two years because of it.

Diana grinned. “You should know, you’re under it right now.”

Sammi scanned Diana real quick. Nothing was different about her. She was still in that business suit, though her shoes were off, and she was rubbing her feet against Sammi’s bare soles. Was it the money? Did Diana have some way of “buying” people as her power?

“Can’t guess?” Diana asked. “I have the power of gift giving, of course.”

Sammi stared up at her. “Was that a joke?”

“Just a little one.” Diana didn’t wait for Sammi to figure it out. She pressed her lips against the stripper’s. Sammi found herself kissing back immediately. Her arms wrapped around Diana’s midsection, and she even started to rub her legs against the other woman’s. A new sense of euphoria pulsed through Sammi, and the beat highlighted it, sounding out after every pulse.

Diana withdrew herself momentarily. “My pseudonym, the one you might sometimes read about in the paper, is Imprint.”

Sammi just looked up at her blankly. She had heard the name before, but as far as she knew, Imprint was just a white collar criminal who stole money through mysterious means. No one really knew anything about Imprint, but they always referred to the villain as a he.

“That’s what makes this all so fun. You know of me – that I exist – but nothing about me. I can imprint emotions, thoughts, instructions, and commands onto objects. Simply touching anything I’ve imprinted on will reveal the effect, but gifts are different.” She grinned down at Sammi. “With gifts, it means the person who touches it accepts it intrinsically. The better the gift, the stronger the affect. That check I gave you, the scholarship money, has so many commands and instructions on it that you’ll do whatever I want you to.”

“Th-That... but why me?” Sammi was stunned. It explained everything, though. Why Diana showered the girls with gifts, and why they so willingly did whatever she asked.... And she had fallen prey to it.

“I’m greedy. I love things and people, but I love the best things and the best people much more. You’re very attractive, and you move by far the best in the joint.” Diana slid her hand down Sammi’s stomach, teasing the muscles there before inching her way to the g-string. She pulled the knot and let the cloth lie against Sammi’s crotch. “At least, that was my motive at first. Now I learn that you have a power of some sort, and I can use that.” Her other hand scoured through Sammi’s hair, as if she would be able to figure it out just from touching.

“I don’t know what my power is; it might be worthless to you.” The beat in her head felt like it should be shaking the Earth. She tried to focus, but she was losing herself again. She was afraid that it would over take her completely this time.

Sammi’s smile twisted. “But I can offer so much more than that.” Her grip tightened around Diana’s waist. She pulled the woman closer and smeared her lipstick against the woman’s lips. She rolled on top as a thud sounded in her head. Her hands were already tearing off the woman’s blazer with another thud, and after another, she had revealed Diana’s bra. Half cup, elegant, and red. The bra went next – before Diana realized what was even happening to her.

“Oh, yes, I’ll have plenty of time to figure it out later.” She didn’t mind that she was being stripped down. She knew with one word she could leave Sammi as a mess of sweat and cum curled up on her bed. “Let’s dance, shall we?”

Sammi’s eyes met Diana’s for only an instant. They were glowing. More of her hair was changing color. She pulled Diana’s slacks off, revealing the short black socks and the red panties. She grinned as she snapped her bikini off and tossed it to the side.

“That body is just as wonderful as I expected, and it looks like your power might just be enhanced sexuality.” Diana grinned. She might not be able to use Sammi in any of her ambitions, but if her power was being activated by arousal, she would make a great pet.

Sammi’s lips locked with the woman’s. She guided Diana’s hand to her thighs and between her legs. Diana had to hold back a laugh; she loved women who knew what they wanted. She didn’t waste any time. Her fingers entered Sammi’s pussy, and she started pumping them in and out, relishing the moans Sammi shamelessly made.

The blonde-turned-green haired girl worked her hand into Diana’s panties, giving her the same treatment. More of her hair turned green, and only a few strands were left blonde. She could hear another beat in her head. It was foreign, something she had never heard before. It was Diana. She could feel the rhythm of Diana’s life singing along with her own.

Her movements grew stronger as she listened to Diana’s beat. Her fingers knew where to go to please the woman and make the beat louder. Diana started to move under her, twisted and moaning, her fingers working at Sammi differently, acting as if she knew exactly what to touch to make Sammi enjoy it more. It was as if she were being guided into being a better lover.