The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

THE CENTER CITY GRAND HALL

Candice clapped as she stood. The final curtain call had finished and the Center City Ballet performance of Swan Lake was done. It had been very well done of course given that the Center City Ballet was one of the top companies in the country. Candice smiled as her friend Mia, one of the lead dancers waved from just off stage. They were going out tonight for a late night celebration with her husband and Mia’s boyfriend Steven, whom she had met at Candice’s wedding earlier that year.

Candice smiled as her husband held out his arm and she let herself be led to the front lobby of the grand building. This building was one of the oldest ones in Center City, and had been renovated about a decade ago. It was one of the old style Victorian era ones that was a beautiful historic building as well as a superb venue for classical arts.

But Candice frowned as she looked out the glass doors across the street. The problem was the equally old and historic hotel, the Riverlook Hotel. While it was just as old and in as great a shape as the Hall, it was also a hooker hotel.

The shadowy figure known as DC, or “The Super Pimp”, had bought it from its owners (rumors said that the owner’s wife and daughter became hookers for DC, and that the man had turned to booze and whores after this) and it was now a very high class brothel. You could still use it as a hotel, and it had a restaurant that was 4 stars, but it had the most expensive hookers in three states and was worth every penny according to whispered rumors. It was right at the end of “Sassy Street” with a newer office building across from it that was now the HQs to several companies that dealt with sex. Two porn companies (Dick Studios from Bay City, and DC’s own “Super Porn”), a sex toy firm, an “Escort Service”, a phone sex operation, an online cam operation, and two fashion companies dealing only in so called “Club Wear” that was little more than street walker and stripper outfits.

The Hall was where Sassy Street ended at River Street with a T intersection. While the river side area was still a clean and trendy place, Sassy Street (Sunny Street was its real name) was a red light district unrivaled. 17 blocks of hookers, drugs, clubs, brothels, strip clubs, porn shops, XXX Movie Theaters (one was an IMAX and 3d), and so on. Every cop was on the take, and the two city council members who had parts of Sassy Street were equally corrupt. It didn’t help that the city’s five super heroines had been transformed by DC into super hookers and now turned tricks for vast sums.

But as wild as that was, the mysterious DC didn’t seem to want to expand much beyond Sassy Street. If you went 2 or 3 blocks off Sassy you would find a bunch of second rate hookers, cheaper hotels, and sleazier shops before everything reverted back into normal areas. He seemed content to rule the Street from River Street to the Platt Tower.

Candice was the only child of one of Center City’s oldest and richest families and her husband Mark was also rich in his own right. Despite backing reform candidates and putting money into drives to clean the area up, everyone who tried had either quit, disappeared or was corrupted. Pretty much everyone had given up as the rumor was that DC had reached an agreement with the various parts of the city and state government and this was the new normal.

Candice sighed and turned back to Mark who was talking with Steven. “Well, were are we going tonight? You said you had a special surprise for Mia and myself.”

Mark and Steven shared a grin. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll find out. It will be a perfect ending to a perfect evening trust us.” Mark said with a sly smile.

“Oh certainly hope so.” Mia said as she joined them. Candice hugged her and the men escorted them out the doors. A limo pulled up and Candice cocked an eyebrow at her husband. They had driven in their own car. “Relax, I don’t want to drive with any alcohol in my system since the cops are hard on anyone outside Sassy.”

Candice frowned at that but nodded. They all got in and Steven opened a bottle of wine, he poured out the glasses and handed them around. He raised his and said “Here is too a great evening.”

Candice smiled and they clinked glasses. She and Mia took sips and then they both froze.

“POOF!!!!”

Mia and Candice both were engulfed in a cloud of pink smoke. When it cleared Mark and Steven grinned at the girls.

“Hey Candi, ready to hit Sassy Street? I’ve got a room at the Valentine, let’s cruise on over and pick up a couple more whores and have a nice three or four way. What do you say?”

The transformed Candice grinned back at her husband. Where Candice had been a high society, designer dressed, elegant 1%er trophy wife, she was now a bottle blonde, fake titted, thick makeuped, tube dress wearing cheap whore of a slut named Candi. Candi licked her lips and said in sexy voice “Fuck yeah baby! Let’s get some whores and some coke while we are at. I’m so fuckin horny I can’t stand it! Pull that dick out and let me ride it while we cruise!”

Mark laughed as he undid his pants and gasped as his transformed wife (who now thought of herself as his mistress) slid onto his cock. She began to pump with energy and enthusiasm. Steven was grinning back at Mark while Mia blew him. Mia was now transformed into a red-headed stripper with hair down to her ankles, huge 36 FF tits and wearing only a gold g string, gold 6 inch heels and a gold bikini top. Her gold hoop earrings flashing as her head worked up and down on Steven’s cock.

“I told you, Bunny was the best super hooker ever. With that magic she turned these bitches into perfect sluts for us. And you have to admit $10K per bottle of magic wine is cheap for what we get.” Steven said with a grin.

“Yeah, I love my wife, but Candi here can’t be beat for sex!” Mark stammered out as Candi rode him hard.

After some turns to be sure they were not being followed the limo turned up Sassy Street. After a few moments, Mark had spotted two Asian hookers who looked just right, and had hired them for the night. Steven got some coke from the block dealer and the limo parked in the drive in exit which was fully concealed from outside eyes. The men led their sluts upstairs and promptly got to business.

After a wild night the two street whores were paid off and Mark and Steven got the girls dressed and down to the limo for the ride home. Neither woman would remember what happened and would only remember that they had a wonderful time.

Just as the limo began to pull out though, it stopped and the door opened. Mark looked up with an annoyed expression and said “Excuse me, we are leaving. I don’t think I know you, so do us both a favor and…”

Mark’s voice died as a gorgeous pink haired woman dressed in a tiny pink G string and bikini top, pink gloves, pink knee high boots and a pink mask slid into the car. Candi and Mia both grinned at her and Steven and Mark just gaped.

“Hey boys! Don’t mind little old me. I just needed to talk to your girls here.” The knockout said in a big pitched bimbo voice.

“Uh, sure.” Steven stammered out at the woman who smiled at him.

“Thanks a mil hon! Now both of you guys just hush while we girls talk. Ladies, do you like my bikini top?”

Both girls nodded an eager yes while the pink haired woman started to shimmy and twist her body while seated. Mark watched her awesome tits (better than Candi’s even!) and watched the light flicker and sparkle off the rhinestones.

“Yeah, its totes awesome isn’t it? The way it moves, and sparkles, and shines. You just can’t stop looking at it can you?” the silky smooth voice of the woman intoned.

“Yes, I can’t stop looking.” Four voices replied in slightly monotone harmony.

“Yes, you can’t stop looking and watching. And listening. Listening to my voice. My beautiful voice. My voice that commands, and is the only thing you care about.”

“I can’t stop looking and watching. And listening. I listen to your beautiful voice. I only care about your voice.” The four voices intoned.

“You are getting sooooooo sleepy. Your eyes are slowly closing. Slowly going down. You still see the wonderful tits, with the sparkling rhinestones flashing. Taking you down deeper into a deep sleep.”

“I am so sleepy, I’m going down, watching your tits…”

Sparkle the Super Stripper grinned as all four heads nodded forward as one. “Well, being up all night fucking certainly makes this easy. Mark and Steven, listen to me. I will say goodnight and you will drop into deep sleep, you will not awaken until your girl kisses you. You won’t remember me or any of this, only the party you had last night and that you fell asleep in the car heading back to your place. Now good night.”

Mark and Steven immediately slumped bonelessly further into their seats and began to snore. Ignoring them Sparkle turned to the two women.

“Candi and Mia, listen carefully. I need the real Candice and Mia to come out now, turn back to your old selves again but stay asleep. Come back now girls, come back.” Sparkle said softly.

After a moment both girls seemed to become blurry and it appeared that their skin and clothing melted and reformed. Rather than a “POOF!” of smoke this was a slow transformation back. But in a few minutes a fully entranced Candice and Mia were seated in front of Sparkle.

“Very good girls. Now I need you to listen carefully. Bunny told me alllllll about your little party a while back. You two girls have been very naughty in many ways. You are having torrid affairs as sluts behind your own backs, and not only that you are not even trying to embrace the slut in yourself. Bad girls, but you are also trying to stop DC from taking over the Hall. That’s the last piece he needed to finish Sassy Street. But you girls are leading all the old money and 1%er families in resisting him. Mia, as one of the star ballet dancers here you should be more open to new ideas. Candice, as one of the board members you should realize that you need to change with the times. Old fogy ballet has no place on Sassy Street.” Sparkle said as she ran her finger up and down her cleavage. She shuddered with pleasure as brainwashing people always turned her on.

“Now you girls listen up. We are going to fix your minds so you have the proper outlook on things. On the outside, you girls are going to be Candice the socialite and Mia the star Ballet Dancer. But it will be just a front. The real you will be in charge and will control your actions. Candi the slut and Mia the Stripper are going to be the ones pulling your strings. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” The two women intoned.

“Good, now for the fun part. Candice come over here and sit down.” Sparkle said as she patted the seat next to her. Candice moved over and sat staring straight ahead with glazed eyes.

Sparkle grinned and straddled her. With a touch of her Iphone a soft tune began to play and Sparkle began to grind on Candice. She looked deep into Candice’s eyes and concentrated. If any could have see what was going on they would have seen a pink glow engulf Sparkle’s eyes and they would have heard Candice gasp. They would have seen Candice’s expensive designer dress ride up seemly on its own accord up over her waist exposing her now wet panties. They would have seen the panties seemly dissolve and fall away as Sparkle began to rub on Candice’s pussy.

Sparkle leaned down and wrapped her arms around Candice and kissed her deeply. Candice began to twitch and then shudder several times with increasing force until her entire body seemed to convulse and heave. Sparkle broke the kiss and stared at Candice.

Pink glowing eyes stared back.

“Well, I like that look on you. How do you feel Candice?”

“It’s Candi, and I feel fucking awesome! But this dress and this hair? Need to go, need to get some cheap bleach and get this done up right.” Candi said with a grin.

Sparkle touched her lips with her finger and when Candi looked at her Sparkle said “Sleep”. Candi slumped back.

With and evil grin Sparkle turned to Mia and did the same while the men snored on and car drove about aimlessly.

After the switching was done, Sparkle woke both of them up and laid out the plan.

“Okay you hot sluts, here is the deal. DC is going to turn the Hall into a high class strip club that only caters to the richest and most powerful with the hottest strippers in the whole world. You bitches have been fucking that up with your money and efforts but now we are going to fix it. I’ve just melted you two personalities together into this body. All the grace, style, education, memories of the old you have been mixed with the sluttiness, horniness, and sleaze of the other you. And with a little push from me the new slut you is the one in charge and you love it. “Sparkle said as she massaged a tit on each woman.

“Now, I just know you both want to shuck these designer clothes and get some slut wear on, and I just know you both want to get some nice fake tits, and dye your hair and just be nice rich society sluts, but we have to do something before you can let the real you out. You help me do this, and you two sluts can fully embrace the life. So are you going to help me?”

Both Candi and Mia shook their heads yes vigorously.

“Okay then. Candi, you are going to call a board meeting for next Friday about some new show ideas. I know who is on the board with you, and you are going to get me to meet the key board members privately so I can “convince” them to do whatever we want. Mia, you are going to talk to the Conservatory and say that you have some ideas and some new talent who you want to have a shot at dancing. You will introduce me to all your ballerinas, coaches and teachers, and I’m going to help them understand some new dancing styles. You girls get it?”

Candi smiled a very polite smile and said in a very refined tone “Of course Miss Sparkle. This will be easily accomplished. And once my good friend Mia and myself have completed this simple task, I’m going to get a nice fake rack of tits, dye my hair the cheapest bottle blonde I can find, and fuck my husband’s brains out of his head.”

Candi then winked at Mia, who started to giggle.

Sparkle smiled evilly at her two new friends and partners in crime. “Very good girls. Now, before we wake up the boys, care to have some fun?”

Mia licked her lips as she slid down onto her knees and gently sat Sparkle down. “I think that is a wonderful idea Sparkle. I’ve heard that you are quite the dancer, so let’s see how well you dance with my tongue in your clit.” And with a quick tug, Sparkle’s g-string moved aside as Mia’s tongue began its own dance.

Sparkle would have answered but she was lip locked with Candi and rubbing her own tits and while Candi ran her fingers through her hair.

Sparkle and her two new friends enjoyed a nice hour long drive around the city before they let Sparkle off by another limo. As Sparkle ducked out she snapped her fingers and said “Wake”.

The door shut and the limo moved off. Mark and Steven yawned and looked down at their girls sleeping peacefully in their arms. The men shared another grin as the limo took them home.

LATER THAT WEEK IN AN OFFICE ABOVE THE HALL

Candice shook the hand of the older lady as she sat down at the table. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. I think you will find that this is worth the abrupt meeting.”

“I hope so. With poor Mrs. Hapsen having to step down as Chair for the Ballet Board of Center City I am hoping that you have a plan to get things on track.”

Candi/Candice smiled sadly while internally she laughed evilly. Mrs. Hapsen had been the Chair of the Center City Ballet Company until Monday that week when she suffered a terrible heart attack and had turned everything over to Candice was the Secretary and Treasurer of the Board. Of course the three other women sitting here didn’t know that Candice was the cause of the heart attack. A quick spray during a short visit of some of Super Pimp’s aphrodisiac and the old woman had jumped her butler who was also under the influence. During the throes of passion Candi had easily gotten the stupefied older slut to sign a document naming Candice as her successor and giving her control of her vote.

“Yes, I certainly do. Ladies let me begin by stating that we are all on this board because of our love of the arts and our city. We all know the efforts of certain elements to take this building over, but our donations and work have thus far prevented it despite the corruption and vice around us. That being said, our draw has been decreasing. The hotel and the office building of course do not help being right across the street, but the allure of the crime and vice up the street has simply made it a greater attraction to so many people in our city and ever from afar. Classical ballet, symphony, or opera is simply not enough. We need to branch out and try new ideas. And I have someone who has one that I think we will all find to be very attractive. With my control of Mrs. Haspen’s vote we have quorum and can have a vote right now. I am not suggesting it of course, I am merely stating that we here are the key elements for deciding the future of refined culture in Center City.”

The three other women all nodded. Mrs. Janssen was just shy of 60 and like Candice/Candi was from old city money. Her husband had died several years ago, and she had thrown herself into charitable work to fill the void. Ms. Tulare was a spinster and was in her early 60’s as well. She had been somewhat of a wild child in her youth but had a son out of wedlock and had become laser focused on being a good mother. She was up to her eyeballs in city government, especially school and the arts. The recent corruption of the Center City Academy had hit her hard. Mrs. Reynolds was in her late 30’s. She and her husband were self-made millionaires who had fought their way into the high society. She was proud of her place on this board and had backed Candice/Candi in several other instances knowing that she might never quite be on the inside but she could have friends who were.

Mrs. Reynolds spoke up. “I agree that we are certainly the center of gravity as they say, but what exactly is this woman going to propose? And why the rush? We have a meeting this Friday, why not wait?”

“Because I have it on good authority that DC the Super Pimp is going to make another attempt to take over this theater. I think we need to see about getting ahead of him instead of reacting. I have taken the liberty of asking this woman here today to give us all the pitch at once. I don’t recommend an immediate vote, but I think having this prepared is a good idea to have up our sleeve.”

The three women again nodded after a moment. Candice/Candi touched a button and the door opened.

Sparkle strode in wearing a business suit with a professional skirt, black rimmed glasses with a chain, and regular black 2 inch heels. Her hair was done up in a bun and was actually a dark brown. Candice had to work hard not to grin. She had to admit that she was pulling a pretty sexy librarian look and then refocused when Sparkle caught her eye. She was accompanied by a very lovely Indian woman with dark eyes and lovely brown skin.

“Ladies, thank you for seeing me. I am Miss Elkraps, a professional dancer skilled in many types of dance and this is my assistant Ms. Ashan. I will get straight to the point, ballet is simply one type of dance. It is graceful and beautiful, but true culture comes from seeing and experiencing all forms of something. My troupe has incredibility skilled danced from all over the world who can do literally any type of dance and do it better than anyone else. Our show does not just show Ballet, it shows everything. An experience that will last only 3 hours but will be remembered a lifetime. Something people will want to see again. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Ashan dimmed the lights a bit as a slow, relaxing tune began to place from the laptop computer that Candice/Candi had set up. Sparkle, or Ms Queen as the others knew her began to move gently and gracefully. She started with her hands making simple smooth motions, and then her arms slowly joined in the movement. Then her shoulders and her head. Her hips began to sway slowly. All the while Sparkle spoke softly.

“Movement. Gentle. Slow. Flowing. Simple. Smooth. Movement to the music. The lovely music. Listen to it and watch. All enjoyment of the dance comes from the joining of the body to the music.”

Sparkle slowly spun as she kept rolling her hips. Candice licked her lips as she watched and then blinked as Ashan pinched her from behind and whispered “Pay attention. You don’t need to be entranced.”

Candice repressed a giggle. She certainly didn’t need any help in becoming a slut. Her husband wasn’t complaining about the knockout sex the last few nights. She had to keep it toned down and much more vanilla than she wanted or her hubby might get suspicious that Candice was behaving like Candi.

Looking at the other women she could see they were already under Sparkle’s power. Their eyes were locked on Sparkle’s body and they were all drooling slightly. Sparkle’s soft voice continued to instruct them.

“Dancing is to provide pleasure. But certain dancing provides much more pleasure. Dancing that shows beautiful human bodies. Bodies like mine.” Sparkle intoned. Candice/Candi watched with a smile as the business suit began to change and reform slowly. It slowly shrank down into a g-string and bikini top encrusted with Rhinestones that flashed lights in various patterns. Her black short heeled shoes melted into clear plastic platforms with 6 inch heels and ankle straps. Her sleeves melted into pink opera gloves and her hair changed color into a hot pink.

The three women’s eyes were locked onto Sparkle’s awesome tits and the tiny top that glittered and sparkled. Sparkle kept speaking softly. “Beautiful bodies like mine. Bodies like this were made to provide pleasure by dancing, but also by stripping and fucking. Pleasure is good. Bodies that dance like mine are good. Bodies like mine also fuck. Fucking is pleasure. Pleasure is good isn’t it ladies?”

“Yes, pleasure is good.” The three fully entranced women intoned.

Sparkle slowly undid her bikini top and gently shook her tits. The women were now drooling openly, eyes were completely glassed over, and Candice/Candi could see wet spots in each crotch.

Sparkle smiled and then stopped. In a clear commanding voice she said “Sleep.”

The women’s heads all nodded forward as one.

“Ladies, can you hear me?” Sparkle said.

“Yes.” Three voices answered.

“Very good. You are going to listen to Sparkle and you will obey my commands. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I will obey Sparkle’s commands.” The voiced intoned.

With a big grin Sparkle began to give orders.

“Ladies, you are now sluts. You know that your wealth and power only exist so you can fuck and enjoy yourselves. But you know that if you are openly sluts you will lose this power. You want a special club just for elites like yourself where you can dress like trash, watch strippers, do drugs, and fuck your brains out. You know that Sparkle’s plan for a special club is just PERFECT for you and the other super rich and powerful. And you will support it 100%. You know Candice is really Candi and a total slutty bitch who introduced you to me. You know she is just the woman to be in charge of this and you will do whatever she says.”

Sparkle smiled as the three women repeated the instructions back. Looking at Candi who was now fingering herself and had opened her shirt so she could lick her nipple she decided to add some more things to reward her best slut.

“Mrs. Reynolds, you are really tired of being a self made woman. You want to transform yourself once the club is open. Once you have finished helping Candi, you will seek out DC or one of his super hookers and get yourself turned into a blonde bimbo stripper with a low IQ. You’ll make yourself arm candy for your hubby and will totally love that he sleeps around. Candi and Mia will be your best friends and you’ll totally love to slut around with them and make out with them and dance and strip and fuck whoever they tell you to. From now on you want to be called Bambi.”

Bambi repeated back everything and Candi/Candice had a slight orgasm as she saw this powerful women slide her fingers down her panties and began to finger herself.

“You other two are now cougars. You will come here trolling for male strippers and will fuck and party until you die. It should be soon, but you will die VERY happy.”

The two older women repeated back their instructions with a smile.

Sparkle giggled as they finished. “When I say awake, you will awaken. You will remember being hypnotized by me, you will remember all your instructions, and you will think that being hypnotized was the greatest thing ever to happen to you. You will remember that deep down you have always wanted to be like what I have made you into it. You are happy you have been transformed and are excited to begin your new lives. Now, awake!”

The three women’s head shot up with snap. They blinked and as they saw Sparkle each of them began to grin. Sparkle smiled as she nodded at Ashan who began to text a message on her phone. “Well ladies, now that that is over with let me show you the plans for the new Grand Hall.”

Sparkle unrolled a plan and the women, including Candice/Candi bent over them and had a look. Candice/Candi gasped.

“OhMyGod! That is brilliant!”

The others nodded. Mrs. Reynolds let out a slight giggle and said “I fully agree Candice. But the work on this, people might talk. Can we find the right construction crew to do this and keep their mouths shut?”

“Of course. We hire whomever Sparkle’s master uses for Sassy Street. Those guys rebuild the whole place in 6 months and never said a word. And girlfriend, when no one else is around, you call me Candi.”

“You got it Candi!” Bambi/Mrs. Reynolds said with a vapid smile.

A knock at the door was answered by Ashan. Two burly men in trench coats walked in. Sparkle nodded and they dropped the coats revealing that they were naked except for a set of skin tight black pants and shoes. They were very muscled, had some bad boy tats, and looked like they could fuck all night.

“Okay girls, so I take it you all approve of the new Grand Hall. Candi, you write up the meeting, be sure it looks nice and normal, and hire this company to do the construction. Call these three for bids to make it look competitive, but don’t worry, this one will have the best bid I promise. Give them the plans and say that they are Sparkle approved and let them work. Now for your rewards ladies. First, Mrs. Jansenn and Mrs. Tulare, these boys are for you. Boys, take the nice ladies and fuck them like they have never been fucked before.” The tow old ladies were openly smiling as the studs took them by the hand and led them to different corners. As the sounds of sighs and moans grew louder Sparkle pulled out a small bottle.

“Bambi, I know you want a full makeover, but it will have to wait until after we are done here. But this is a special little number that a good friend of mine named Bunny makes for Super Pimp. Candi, you can have some too. It will change you both into bodies that match your minds: slutty, horny, cheap, trashy, and hot.”

Candice/Candi took the bottle and took a gulp. She handed it to Bambi as she was engulfed by some pink smoke and a soft “Poof”. Bambi drank it down and was also engulfed. When the smoke cleared Sparkle was looking at Candi in her normal slut look, and the new Bambi. Bambi had definitely changed for the cheaper. She had bleach platinum blonde hair with dark roots, pouty lips with hot red lipstick and matching nails, a light purple Chemise with a black lace partial body stocking that covered her long legs and her arms, but very obviously was open at the crotch. Her hair hung down to just past her shoulders and her tits had swelled to a nice 36DD. A perfect companion for Candi, just a shade less hot, less big, and slightly more trashy.

Candi giggled, leaned over and kissed Bambi. “Come on babes; let’s head over to the Hall of Pleasure for the New Talent night. I bet we can win it and get picked up easy.”

Bambi giggled vapidly and strutted out behind Candi who winked at Sparkle.

Sparkle packed up the plans and then had her clothes revert to a normal business suit. She and Ashan walked out closing the door so that the now very loud sounds of sex wouldn’t be heard.

“Tomorrow we have the actual Ballet Company I believe Ms. Ashan. They should be no problem at all.”

FRIDAY MORNING AT THE CONSERVATORY

Tatiana stretched her legs as she prepared for practice. She looked around at the other dancers and smiled. She was originally from Russia and had danced in the Russian National Ballet before being hired away by Center City to be the Prima Ballerina. Swan Lake had been a great success, and now they were getting the initial look at a new program. Apparently the board had met the other day and had been amazed at a new program by a performer named Ms. Elkraps and felt it was certain to be an even greater hit. She mentally shrugged, she was good enough that she could leave anytime if this didn’t work out, but thus far you couldn’t complain. She had several suitors, a great salary, a wonderful apartment, and she was a highly sought after guest in the high society circles. But she still had an odd feeling about this dancer, whom she had never heard of.

The director clapped his hands and began to gather everyone around as Mia entered with two women. “Sorry we are late, hit a bit of traffic and we didn’t want to go down Sunny Street.”

The director nodded and said “No problem my dear we are just starting. Since you got all the details from Candice why don’t you go ahead and introduce our guests.”

“Certainly, everyone this is Ms. Elkraps. She has designed a new show that will showcase a huge variety of talent of not just us, but so many others. The board feels that this will ensure that the Grand Hall will be a center of culture and gathering point for high society in Center City for decades to come. Rather than try to explain what we will do, I will let Ms. Elkraps speak to it.”

The black haired woman nodded to Mia who went to stand over by the other woman (an Indian apparently) who was wearing a trench coat. She then began to speak.

“Everyone, thank you for what you do. You provide a great service to all mankind in performing arts and dance. Humanity had always derived pleasure from dance, especially great dancers. And I know that Center City has some of the best in the world. But as many of us regretfully admit, classical dance faces tough competition from what passes for culture in today’s world. But I have developed a show that can help us. I promise you all when we perform this show, the Grand Hall will enter into an era of greatness.”

The woman motioned to the woman in the trench coat. She moved over very gracefully and put her hands together and bowed to her and then to the assembled dancing troupe. The lights suddenly dimmed and the woman said. “Do not worry; this is part of the routine. Now watch and learn.”

A few seconds of silence happened and then several different beams of colored light from several locations lit up the woman. A soft but passionate tune began to play from the speakers. The woman began to move her hands slowly. Tatiana found her gaze drawn to the movement. It was very fluid and smooth, graceful. Tatiana was not one to be jealous but she felt a bit of envy at the grace this woman possessed. As the tune grew a bit louder, the woman’s body began to move as well, twisting and moving. Tatiana found herself moving her head along with the motion of the woman.

Ms. Elkraks’s voice seemed to suddenly float in the air. “See the grace and motion. How beautiful it is. How pleasing it is to watch. It is pleasing yes?”

“Yes.” Tatiana murmured along with all the other dancers. Tatiana didn’t see Ms. Elkraks standing behind the group morph into Sparkle in her hot pink rhinestone encrusted g-string and string top. She only watched and listened to the smooth and soothing voice and vision.

“Watch. It is fun to watch. It is pleasing. It is more pleasing to see more of a beautiful thing. Ashan, show them more pleasure.”

Ashan slowly slid out of the trench coat to the slight gasps of the crowd that quickly silenced. Ashan was a gorgeous Indian woman with perfect 36CC tits and golden brown skin. She was wearing a ting golden g string, red 6 inch spiked heeled shoes with red leg wraps, and a set of golden pasties over her nipples the size of CD. The pasties were linked with a thin golden chain. Jeweled earrings dangled from her ears and a golden headband rested on her forehead. The various lights reflected off the golden pasties and drew every eye to them, man or woman. Her whole body was now moving in a slow sensual motion and every eye was locked on her.

The colored lights began to strobe and pulse in odd frequencies and flashed lights off of her tits. All the while a soft voice cooed “Watch. Watch. Let your mind be lost. Let pleasure override all your thoughts. Release your will. Become pleasure.”

After five minutes of this the music had softened to almost nothing and the lights had dimmed to near blackout. Sparkler said is a soft commanding voice “Sleep” and the entire troupe slumped entranced.

Sparkle softly walked to the front and kissed Ashan on the lips. “Well done Ashan. And to think you wanted to be a teacher in a high school with this talent.”

Ashan bowed low. “I was foolish before I met Triffany. She showed me the way to be the stripper I was meant to be.”

Sparkle turned to the entranced troupe. “Listen to me my entranced dancers. You are no longer ballet dancers. You are strippers. Not any strippers though. You are elite strippers, the best. You will learn dancing from myself and Ashan. You will transform your bodies into vessels dedicated to giving other elites pleasure. You will learn to entrance, to seduce, to fuck. You will learn and you will become part of the greatest, most exclusive, most elite gentleman’s and gentlewoman’s club in the world. When I say awake you will all awake and will know you are strippers who desire to dance with me. Sparkle, the world’s greatest stripper. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The entire troupe responded as one.

“Then let us begin. Awake.” Sparkle said.

All the heads snapped up. When they saw Sparkle standing in front of Ashan they broke into smiles.

“Now then. Let us talk about the grace of stripping.” Sparkle said as they got down to work.

A MONTH LATER AT THE GRAND HALL OPENING NIGHT

Mark and Steven waited in a short line outside the reflective glass doors leading into the Center City Grand Hall. The Hall had been under massive construction for the last four weeks and the Center City Ballet had been training and practicing 12 to 14 hour days six days a week for that entire time. Candice and Mia both had been putting in very long hours with nearly no time off. Mark had been able to turn her into Candi once for a massive fuck about two weeks ago, but usually she was up and gone before he was up and back after he was in bed. Steven had complained of the same thing.

“I’ll be glad to get this done. I am taking Mia on a cruise and I’m going to propose to her. She’s wonderful, in both ways if you get my meaning.” Steven was saying as the door opened and let in the next two people.

“That’s great man. I’m really happy for you. Think we should hire Bunny again for the girl’s party?”

Steven chuckled. “Oh hell yeah. I have already called her and told her that she needs to be ready when the time comes. But seriously though, why the hell are they only letting in couples or two at a time?”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that. Candice has been close-lipped about this. Seriously close-lipped. She said they have a completely new idea and if this works like they think it will, this place is going to be one of the greatest performance venues in the country.” Mark said.

Just then the doors opened again and the doorman let Mark and Steven inside. Mark bumped into Steven who had stopped in his tracks. Mark glanced up and froze like his friend.

The men were staring open-mouthed at a huge chandelier. The old Hall had a nice one but this one was twice as large and was made up a large amount of multi-colored crystals. These crystals were all strobing and pulsing multiple colors and light in random patterns. As soon as anyone looked up they were immediately entranced by the colors and patterns. After a few moments a sexy voice spoke over the loudspeakers. “Everyone, move to your assigned seats and sit still. Your show will begin shortly. Thank you.”

If Mark or Steven hadn’t been entranced they would have recognized the voice as Candice’s, or more accurately Candi’s but with more culture to it. In a trance the men and the others walked into the main hall. Again if they hadn’t been entranced they would have been amazed at the changes. The Hall had been completely redone. The rows of chairs had been removed and had been replaced with various tables for two to four people. Along the walls were booths and reflective mirrors. The stage had been completely redone and now had a large ramp with several poles mounted on it. The ramp led out nearly halfway into the hall. The various box seats had been redone into mounted booths with privacy curtains that could be drawn. The music pit had been moved to one side and full orchestra was warming up. The house was packed with the elite of Center City and from other places in the state. Some very rich people were noticeably absent, but no one who could be considered an elite was. Drop dead gorgeous women and men dressed in French Maid and Butler costumes led entranced men and women to their seats.

A maid poured each man a glass of wine and left with a smile. After another 20 minutes or so, the lights dimmed and a single spotlight turned on. On the center stage, Tatiana stood. She was dressed in Roman style gown with her hair done up in a braided tower. She was decked out in jewels and slippers and her makeup was flawless. She had been slightly changed; her dark brown hair was now black and her body had a pronounced hourglass figure with a set of 36CC tits. The band began to play a classical piece from an opera and she began to dance.

The people in the audience were already hypnotized but her fluid and smooth motion easily captured everyone’s attention. She slowly danced down the entire stage and slowly stripped off her gown and then her silk lingerie. The dance was amazing. It was sexy, sensual and classy. The music was being played by one of the top orchestras in the nation and the dancer was one of the greatest living. Her now enlarge tits and changed figure seemed to be no hindrance. The music increased tempo over time and eventually she was dancing at a pumping pace while the audience watched and grew more excited.

After nearly 15 minutes the song ended with a completely naked Tatiana covered in sweat and panting with lust. The entire crowd was on their feet clapping. No crude whistles or catcalls came from the crowd as they were much too high class for that. A maid came forward and gave her a bouquet of flowers and she smiled and bowed.

“Dear Lord! That was amazing!” Mark said to Steven as they sat down and gulped their wine. Steven noted the vintage was a $500 a bottle and also saw others getting refills from equally expensive vintages.

“Yeah. I can see why they kept this quiet. If the other dancers are like this, I’ll buy tickets for every show!” Steven said.

The light dimmed again and the band took up another classical piece. Another dancer, whom Steven recognized as one of Mia’s friends came out. She was a blonde and equally beautiful. Her dance was as amazing as Tatiana’s had been and lasted just shy of 15 minutes. Mark and Steven both had raging hard-ons and Mark noticed some of the women had their hands under the tables. Looking up he also noticed that several of the booths had the curtains drawn.

Several more dancers came out and gave amazing dances to classical symphony, opera, or jazz pieces. All of the dances were graceful and tastefully done with lovely costumes and gowns ranging from styles of Egyptian goddesses to French Royalty. The crowd of highly educated 1%ers was thrilled, turned on and excited by the display.

After nearly 2 hours of dancing, there was a short intermission. Many couples went out to the “Bathroom” and Mark had to step out for some air. His cock hadn’t relaxed once and he had actually come in his pants twice from the dancing. He noticed when he went to the lobby that the lobby and outer areas had been modified. There were several areas that had been walled off into “Privacy Booths” and there was a line by each one. The bars were serving numerous expensive drinks that were on the house tonight only. Mark also noticed that numerous handsome men and women were floating through the crowd. Any unattached man or woman was propositioned by them.

Mark was hit up by a lovely Asian with long black hair in a tasteful black cocktail dress. She stated that she saw he was alone and if he needed a woman to enjoy she would be more than happy to assist. Mark thanked her but said he was waiting for his wife once the show was done. She smiled and nodded and moved off to another man who smiled and offered his arm. Mark saw them disappear into a privacy booth and he shook his head. Never once during this did it occur to him how odd or wrong this was for the city’s elite to behave this way. Tasteful or not, classical music or not, the Grand Hall had become an upscale strip club and sex club and Mark never even blinked or questioned what was going on.

The lights dimmed and Mark made his way back to his seat. The spotlight came on and a very slow Indian tune began to play. Mark felt himself becoming hard again as a breathtaking Indian beauty named Ashan began to dance. She was nearly naked to begin with only Golden Pasties covering her wonderful tits linked by a thin gold chain, a golden headband, bracelets and earrings, a set of red high heels and red leg wraps. She looked like an ancient goddess come to life and danced like one. Her performance lasted longer, nearly 20 minutes before she put her arms together and bowed low.

The crowd went wild as she strode off stage and then Mark and Steven gasped as Mia came on the stage. She was dressed in a full length fur coat and a tiara and heels. The music began and Mia began to dance. Her dance was graceful and done to a tune written for English Royalty she slid the coat off to reveal she was completely naked excepting her jewelry and shoes. Her dance was possibly the best so far and Mark heard his friend cum in his pants at least twice during the 20 minute performance. As she finished she stopped and looked Steven dead in the eyes and blew him a kiss to the enormous applause.

The spotlight went dark and Mark heard Candice’s voice softly over the speakers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we do so hope you have enjoyed the show. Our finale tonight is the greatest dancer in all of Center City. Please let yourself be taken away by the music and the dance.”

Suddenly a pattern of lights flashed in the darkness and Mark saw a tall woman appear in the center of the stage. Her clothes, or what little bit she worn glimmered and sparkled with various lights. The music started slowly but quickly built up its pace. The woman seemed to glow and Mark could make out her bright pink hair. She spun and leaped and laughed in a merry sound that seemed to grab Mark by his dick. Mark rose from his seat and was so caught up he moved towards the stage. He didn’t notice that other men had joined him and they all crowded around watching and trying to touch her as she danced. Her tiny g string and top slipped off and Mark’s eyes locked on her perfect body. She danced and Mark felt his mind go blank.

Mark started and blinked. He was standing by the stage and looked up into the eyes of a true sex goddess who giggled at all the men and women who were doing the same as Mark. As one the entire crowd exploded in a huge ovation as the woman bowed.

Mark was still clapping when his wife Candice walked out on stage wearing a lovely dress. She handed the woman a microphone and the woman motioned for quiet.

“Thank you so much everyone. I am so happy you all enjoyed our opening show. Thanks to Candice’s hard work and contacts I am now the proud owner of the Center City Ballet and the Center City Grand Hall. I am pleased to announce this is only the beginning of our season and that we are going to be running this Hall in a new way. As of this instant it is now a private club, open only to the most elite of the elite. All of you invited here tonight are here because this is an offer of membership. The cost of membership is $1 million a year. I think you all agree that for show like this 7 nights a week it’s well worth it. This is no sleazy strip club; this is a club for the elite to enjoy truly refined pleasures. If you are not interested please leave now. If not, then enjoy the after show party.”

Sparkle blew a kiss to the assembled crowd as they applauded and she walked off the stage. Candice winked at Mark and motioned him back to his seat.

Mark found Steven sitting there already drinking more wine. “My God. My wife is a freaken genius. I’m more than ready to pay a million a month for shows like that.”

Steven nodded but had a concerned look. “You can afford it though, I don’t make nearly enough to cover this. But I got a note from Mia saying to wait for me and that she has a surprise for me. I hope it’s an employee discount.”

They both laughed and then turned as they heard a couple of sexy giggles. Standing behind them were Mia and Candice.

“You boys enjoy the show?” Mia said as she slid up to Mark and wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him.

“Damn Candice, this is amazing. How on earth did you arrange all of this?” Mark asked as Candice slipped her arms around his waist.

“Oh, I met an amazing woman who needed some help from one of the city’s elites. Sometimes you just have to have the right person with the right name and connections to make it work.” Candice said as she snapped her fingers.

A maid appeared with four glasses of wine. They all took one and Candice raised her glass. “To the elite.”

Everyone drank and Candice and Mia smiled evilly as Mark and Steven all gasped and all three were engulfed in pink clouds of smoke and a soft “POOF”.

The smoke quickly cleared. Candice smiled as she saw other poofs and clouds around the Grand Hall. She turned to her husband and his friend and spoke.

“The elite are something you are born into. Trash like you cannot simply join it by marriage or by hard work. Steven and Mark, did you really think that mere hard work and a good marriage would get you through the door? Fools, you will serve your betters as you should. You fools will entertain your betters now and forever as is your place.”

“Yes my Lady, we understand.” The men responded with a great deal of respect and deference in their voice. Mark and Steven now wore a Chippendales male stripper get up complete with bow ties. With a giggle Mia snapped her fingers and Steven knelt and began to eat her out.

Candice gently pushed her husband down onto a chair and straddled him. She kissed him deeply. “You naughty boy, Sparkle told me all about what you have doing to me. Turning me into a slutty cheap tramp. Mmmmmm, I will admit it was fun now that Sparkle hypnotized me into remembering everything, but I’m an elite. I fuck like an elite. I’m Candi but I’m Candi your Mistress, not your cheap whore.” She whispered as he grunted and pumped up into his wife. Candi wrapped her legs around him and threw her head back as she let out a scream of pleasure as she came.

She grinned as she stepped off her husband who looked up at her with dull eyes. No one had even noticed her in all the fun. She looked around and smiled. Everyone who was not an elite had been drugged by some magic wine provided by Bunny and was now whatever their mate or date desired. Mark was a great husband, but he was not properly an elite like her. So he was now in his place and Candi was properly in charge.

“I see you have straightened things out with the hubby.” A sexy voice said from over her shoulder.

Candi turned and saw Sparkle strut up arm in arm with a very strong and handsome man wearing a nice suit and holding a cane. The man smiled and Candi felt herself get instantly wet. “Oh yes ma’am. He’s discovering how the other side lives. And just like me, he’ll only remember he had a great time here.”

Sparkle giggled and said “Candi, this is my boss DC the Super Pimp. All of this is possible thanks to him.”

Candi broke into a huge smile and extended her hand which DC kissed. “I am honored to meet you. I must apologize for how I was acting earlier. I’m sorry that I was trying to stop you from expanding and if you will let me head the board I promise you I’ll make the Grand Hall THE greatest club this city has ever seen.”

DC smiled and Candi got even wetter. “Well my lovely lady, I think I might be interested in that. But you need to show me more than your organizational talents and contacts. I can get that without too much trouble. But loyalty, that is something much harder to find. Can you prove loyalty?”

“Of course sir. What do you want me to do?” Candi replied with obvious deferment.

“Here, inject Mia with this. Mia is a great dancer, but I can’t have her distracted by things like boyfriends or husbands. Sparkle says she can be a stripper of Ashan’s caliber, but we need to dumb her down and focus her on sex and dancing. Free will, memories, and friends simply get in the way.” Dc said as he handed her a auto-injector of clear fluid.

Mia was sitting close by and moaning as her boyfriend came close to finishing. She apparently hadn’t heard anything and Candi took the injector and without a pause walked over and shoved it against her neck. There was a pop and Mia jerked. She looked up at her dear friend Candice for a moment.

Candi simply looked at her and said “Bye Mia.”

Mia’s eyes glassed over and her head rolled back. Her tits grew some more and her hair grew longer and even redder. After a few minutes she gasped and came hard all over Steven’s face. Sparkle walked over and snapped her fingers. Mia looked at her with a dazed look.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself Mia. But you have work to do. Table 7 has requested your presence for a table dance and 2 lap dances. And good job tonight, I’m going to give you some special training and soon you’ll be as good as Ashan.”

Mia giggled and stood up. She curtsied and minced off with her ass swaying gently. Sparkle snapped her fingers and a butler came up and grabbed Steven. Candi spoke first “Take him to a privacy booth, plug him into the brainwashing machine and blank out all his memories of knowing Mia, or being friends with anyone in my circle. Then give him a freebee for the road and toss him on the street.”

DC and Sparkle nodded. “Very good. But last item. If you are going to be the manager here, you need to keep your husband in check. How do you plan to do that?” DC asked.

“Sir, I’m going to have Sparkle entrance him more and have him sell his company to his brother and junior partner. He’ll say he is good with what he has and wants to enjoy life with his wife. Then once that is done, I’ll bring him here and use one of your machines to turn him into a male stripper or waiter here. He can be my pleasure slave while I run the club. I’ll keep up the façade of being his wife, but we both know he is simply a piece of meat. Not nearly good enough to be in my class.” Candi said with a evil smile.

DC nodded and Sparkle smiled. Sparkle gave her a hug and said “I just KNEW you would be the right woman for this! I’m so proud of you.”

Candi smiled and then gave Sparkle a big sloppy kiss. Sparkle giggled and then headed over to another table. DC extended his arm. “You pass Ms. Candi. Now, let’s consummate this relationship in your office.” Candi giggled and took his arm and let herself be led away to a life of high class vice and pleasure. Mark sat there as they left staring blankly at nothing until a butler came along and took him by the arm.

“Mark, Ms. Candi has sent me to get you. You are needed up front at the privacy booths. Her younger cousin Lucy has always had a crush on you and since you are now for hire she directs that you give Lucy a wonderful fuck.”

Without a sound Mark stood and followed the man into his new life.