Chipped to Strip
by The Traveling Master
I can still feel it...
Right there on the back of my neck. Under my skin... I never knew that such a small piece of tech could have such intense consequences. I know it’s a part of me now. I wasn’t too sure at first, but now...
Oh god I wouldn’t take it out for anything!
When I first decided to try my hand at erotic dancing, I never dreamed I would end up here. Of course, I was so stressed and excited to be dancing to arouse hundreds of men that I never read the fine print on my contract.
I needed the money to pay off my debts, but I also WANTED to dance. Or at least try it for a few weeks. I always was a little of an exhibitionist and the thought of having so many lustful eyes craving my body sent thrills along my skin.
Right there on the back of my neck. Under my skin... I never knew that such a small piece of tech could have such intense consequences. I know it’s a part of me now. I wasn’t too sure at first, but now...
Oh god I wouldn’t take it out for anything!
When I first decided to try my hand at erotic dancing, I never dreamed I would end up here. Of course, I was so stressed and excited to be dancing to arouse hundreds of men that I never read the fine print on my contract.
I needed the money to pay off my debts, but I also WANTED to dance. Or at least try it for a few weeks. I always was a little of an exhibitionist and the thought of having so many lustful eyes craving my body sent thrills along my skin.
What the fine print detailed was that every girl in the club had to be chipped. A small painless procedure that places a subdermal chip in the back of your neck. The owner told me that the chip was there to monitor each girl’s safety and location.
Furthermore, clients each had their own card that was linked to a sort of tab they could pay later. There were the regular white cards for walk in clients, but there were also gold cards for the regulars. Who knew strip clubs had so many regulars? The clients just had to swipe their card over the girl’s chip and cash in their points. The owner said it cut back on stealing and unjust prices for the clients.
Or something along those lines... I didn’t really listen when he explained it.
Since it was in my contract and I couldn’t work without it, I didn’t think twice and let him chip me. He had been right, the initial procedure didn’t hurt at all. But that night...
My neck was so sore!
He had told me that I might experience some discomfort in the 12 hours following my procedure and he wasn’t wrong. I had to sleep it off with pain killers and a sleeping pill! Uncomfortable wasn’t the first word that came to mind...
The next day though, I felt good and all the pain in my neck was gone. I couldn’t even see a scar! I went to work that very night! It took a few weeks for me to get the hang of dancing properly, but soon enough, I started to get gentleman callers for the private booths. I was so happy! Money was coming in and I was pleased to see that my owner’s cut wasn’t that big.
I did notice that we had a LOT of regulars. I could see their golden card around their necks and all the other girls worked REALLY hard to get one of them to buy some private time in the booths. I didn’t understand it at first because I had to pay my dues, as it were, before I could start entertaining that sort of clientele.
Which wasn’t a problem really because I discovered that each time I danced, especially when I got to the point I was naked, I felt... Pleasure. Intense pleasure... I knew I was an exhibitionist, but this was something more. When I danced I felt hazy with pleasure. Happy... Almost like a drug. The feeling kept getting stronger with each dance.
Which in turn made me want to work more and more. Take longer shifts. Replace anyone that wanted a night off. Not that I was getting desperate to dance or anything... But... Damn I loved it!
I even noticed that the pleasure was more intense in the booths... When the client guided me in my dance... Touched me... I knew I was supposed to charge extra when they actually touched me, but I just couldn’t resist. Their eyes made me so damn horny! Knowing that just a few inches from me stood a painfully erect cock... Aroused at seeing me dance...
It made me so wet.
I spent every end of shift masturbating like crazy to get my arousal under control. I started to get tempted to offer my clients a little more... But one of the girls told me to be extra careful if I wanted to do that. She told me it was illegal and that the owner tolerated it, even helped protect us, but that I had to inform him first.
So I went to his office before a shift. I was a little embarrassed to tell him that I wanted to offer happy endings to my clients, but he just smiled and took it in stride. He reassured me and told me that he understood and that he wasn’t going to prevent me if I wanted to do it. I was a good earner and if I wanted to make extra money that way, I was welcome to do it.
In fact... He said. If I was willing to prove myself, I would finally be worthy of taking on the golden clients and get the accompanying bonus pay. I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but I knew I wanted to prove myself.
So I asked.
He said it was simple. I just had to dance and show him exactly what I wanted to offer my future clients. Show him how good I could be. Oh god... he wanted me to dance for him? And... Oh god... I felt a rush of pleasure at the thoughts speeding through my mind. Did he really want me to show him a happy ending?
So I danced... I cued up a song on my phone and stripped for the owner. The pleasure bloomed inside my body and like always, it felt incredible. Dancing felt so... Intense... Stripping felt even better... By the time I was dancing naked, I only had cock on the brain as I noticed his tight pants.
I danced in his lap and felt how hard he was for me. God it felt even better to feel his cock... Knowing I was allowed to touch it... Taste it... I rubbed my naked ass in his crotch until I couldn’t take it anymore and kneeled between his legs. I did my best to be as sexy and erotic as I could, but the pleasure I was feeling was making me hazy. Like I didn’t care what I was doing, just that I wanted his cock...
I finally got it out of his pants and a spike of joy erupted inside me. I was finally going to touch his cock! I almost trembled as I took it in my hands. I wasn’t shy about sucking cock and had been praised by more than one lover. Each telling me in their own way that I was pretty damn good.
He wanted to see just how good I was? He was going to get the full spectrum of my talents! The moment I licked his cock, pleasure flooded my body yet again, threatening to make me cum...
But I held it at bay as I fought the haze and concentrated on making this blowjob the best I had ever given. I wanted him to last so I made sure to keep track of his pleasure. Again and again I slowed down to let him regain control. How long did he actually last? I didn’t know or cared. At one point, I knew he couldn’t take it anymore when he grabbed my head and started to fuck my face hard and fast.
He came down my throat with a loud moan, which sent thrills of pleasure that almost felt like an orgasm!
But a few moments later, I realized I hadn’t cum. Far from it... As he caught his breath, I felt him move my hair away from the back of my neck. I barely had time to wonder what he was doing when I felt him place a plastic card on my skin. Right where the chip was.
I barely had time to wonder if he was paying me for the dance before I heard a muffled ‘beep’ and then my world exploded...
I’m not even sure I can say I felt an orgasm. I saw white as pleasure invaded every cell of my body. It was just like an orgasm... Only... Ten times stronger... I saw stars as I fell back on my heels and fought a sort of pleasure induced vertigo. My veins felt warm... On fire... Delicious fire... My pussy was clamping down on nothing as wave after wave crashed into it. My nipples almost felt painful...
When I finally regained some sort of composure, I looked up at the owner and he was smiling. Waving a golden card...
“You aren’t quite ready yet...” he said as he waved the golden card. “But you do have talent. So once a shift, you will come by my office and we will do this again until you can better control the ‘tip’ the golden clients will give you. If you still want to have access to them, that is...”
I blinked a few times. Did he just use that card on me? Why... How...
“I know you are wondering... The golden cards activate the chip in your neck differently from the white cards. If a golden client wants to tip you, he will place the card over your neck, which will trigger the chip to... Stimulate... Your pleasure centers. Now... If you don’t like what the chip does or wish to stop working here, that’s fine. The procedure to remove it is very simple. But you have to tell me now.”
I just looked at him... Finally understanding why the girls want to dance for the golden clients so much. They all wanted to feel what I just experienced. Get a tip... Fuck... Such an intense tip...
As much as I felt it was wrong to play with a girl’s mind like he did, I couldn’t deny that I wanted more. So much more...
I got up, on shaky legs, and smiled at him.
“No... I think I’ll be staying. Same time tomorrow?” I said with a sexy smile.
He smiled back and nodded. It took me a week before I could control the rush of pleasure the chip gave me. By that time, I was fucking the boss as well as sucking him off. He said some of the clients want more than head and if I wanted them, I had to put out.
I really didn’t care. I was more than willing to fuck whoever was willing to place their card over my neck. After that week, I was finally allowed to have access to the golden clients. And boy did I have access... Since I was the new girl, they all wanted a taste...
And I was more than willing to work hard to prove to them that I was worth it.
After all...
I couldn’t expect them to tip me if I wasn’t willing to fulfill their desires now could I?
Furthermore, clients each had their own card that was linked to a sort of tab they could pay later. There were the regular white cards for walk in clients, but there were also gold cards for the regulars. Who knew strip clubs had so many regulars? The clients just had to swipe their card over the girl’s chip and cash in their points. The owner said it cut back on stealing and unjust prices for the clients.
Or something along those lines... I didn’t really listen when he explained it.
Since it was in my contract and I couldn’t work without it, I didn’t think twice and let him chip me. He had been right, the initial procedure didn’t hurt at all. But that night...
My neck was so sore!
He had told me that I might experience some discomfort in the 12 hours following my procedure and he wasn’t wrong. I had to sleep it off with pain killers and a sleeping pill! Uncomfortable wasn’t the first word that came to mind...
The next day though, I felt good and all the pain in my neck was gone. I couldn’t even see a scar! I went to work that very night! It took a few weeks for me to get the hang of dancing properly, but soon enough, I started to get gentleman callers for the private booths. I was so happy! Money was coming in and I was pleased to see that my owner’s cut wasn’t that big.
I did notice that we had a LOT of regulars. I could see their golden card around their necks and all the other girls worked REALLY hard to get one of them to buy some private time in the booths. I didn’t understand it at first because I had to pay my dues, as it were, before I could start entertaining that sort of clientele.
Which wasn’t a problem really because I discovered that each time I danced, especially when I got to the point I was naked, I felt... Pleasure. Intense pleasure... I knew I was an exhibitionist, but this was something more. When I danced I felt hazy with pleasure. Happy... Almost like a drug. The feeling kept getting stronger with each dance.
Which in turn made me want to work more and more. Take longer shifts. Replace anyone that wanted a night off. Not that I was getting desperate to dance or anything... But... Damn I loved it!
I even noticed that the pleasure was more intense in the booths... When the client guided me in my dance... Touched me... I knew I was supposed to charge extra when they actually touched me, but I just couldn’t resist. Their eyes made me so damn horny! Knowing that just a few inches from me stood a painfully erect cock... Aroused at seeing me dance...
It made me so wet.
I spent every end of shift masturbating like crazy to get my arousal under control. I started to get tempted to offer my clients a little more... But one of the girls told me to be extra careful if I wanted to do that. She told me it was illegal and that the owner tolerated it, even helped protect us, but that I had to inform him first.
So I went to his office before a shift. I was a little embarrassed to tell him that I wanted to offer happy endings to my clients, but he just smiled and took it in stride. He reassured me and told me that he understood and that he wasn’t going to prevent me if I wanted to do it. I was a good earner and if I wanted to make extra money that way, I was welcome to do it.
In fact... He said. If I was willing to prove myself, I would finally be worthy of taking on the golden clients and get the accompanying bonus pay. I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but I knew I wanted to prove myself.
So I asked.
He said it was simple. I just had to dance and show him exactly what I wanted to offer my future clients. Show him how good I could be. Oh god... he wanted me to dance for him? And... Oh god... I felt a rush of pleasure at the thoughts speeding through my mind. Did he really want me to show him a happy ending?
So I danced... I cued up a song on my phone and stripped for the owner. The pleasure bloomed inside my body and like always, it felt incredible. Dancing felt so... Intense... Stripping felt even better... By the time I was dancing naked, I only had cock on the brain as I noticed his tight pants.
I danced in his lap and felt how hard he was for me. God it felt even better to feel his cock... Knowing I was allowed to touch it... Taste it... I rubbed my naked ass in his crotch until I couldn’t take it anymore and kneeled between his legs. I did my best to be as sexy and erotic as I could, but the pleasure I was feeling was making me hazy. Like I didn’t care what I was doing, just that I wanted his cock...
I finally got it out of his pants and a spike of joy erupted inside me. I was finally going to touch his cock! I almost trembled as I took it in my hands. I wasn’t shy about sucking cock and had been praised by more than one lover. Each telling me in their own way that I was pretty damn good.
He wanted to see just how good I was? He was going to get the full spectrum of my talents! The moment I licked his cock, pleasure flooded my body yet again, threatening to make me cum...
But I held it at bay as I fought the haze and concentrated on making this blowjob the best I had ever given. I wanted him to last so I made sure to keep track of his pleasure. Again and again I slowed down to let him regain control. How long did he actually last? I didn’t know or cared. At one point, I knew he couldn’t take it anymore when he grabbed my head and started to fuck my face hard and fast.
He came down my throat with a loud moan, which sent thrills of pleasure that almost felt like an orgasm!
But a few moments later, I realized I hadn’t cum. Far from it... As he caught his breath, I felt him move my hair away from the back of my neck. I barely had time to wonder what he was doing when I felt him place a plastic card on my skin. Right where the chip was.
I barely had time to wonder if he was paying me for the dance before I heard a muffled ‘beep’ and then my world exploded...
I’m not even sure I can say I felt an orgasm. I saw white as pleasure invaded every cell of my body. It was just like an orgasm... Only... Ten times stronger... I saw stars as I fell back on my heels and fought a sort of pleasure induced vertigo. My veins felt warm... On fire... Delicious fire... My pussy was clamping down on nothing as wave after wave crashed into it. My nipples almost felt painful...
When I finally regained some sort of composure, I looked up at the owner and he was smiling. Waving a golden card...
“You aren’t quite ready yet...” he said as he waved the golden card. “But you do have talent. So once a shift, you will come by my office and we will do this again until you can better control the ‘tip’ the golden clients will give you. If you still want to have access to them, that is...”
I blinked a few times. Did he just use that card on me? Why... How...
“I know you are wondering... The golden cards activate the chip in your neck differently from the white cards. If a golden client wants to tip you, he will place the card over your neck, which will trigger the chip to... Stimulate... Your pleasure centers. Now... If you don’t like what the chip does or wish to stop working here, that’s fine. The procedure to remove it is very simple. But you have to tell me now.”
I just looked at him... Finally understanding why the girls want to dance for the golden clients so much. They all wanted to feel what I just experienced. Get a tip... Fuck... Such an intense tip...
As much as I felt it was wrong to play with a girl’s mind like he did, I couldn’t deny that I wanted more. So much more...
I got up, on shaky legs, and smiled at him.
“No... I think I’ll be staying. Same time tomorrow?” I said with a sexy smile.
He smiled back and nodded. It took me a week before I could control the rush of pleasure the chip gave me. By that time, I was fucking the boss as well as sucking him off. He said some of the clients want more than head and if I wanted them, I had to put out.
I really didn’t care. I was more than willing to fuck whoever was willing to place their card over my neck. After that week, I was finally allowed to have access to the golden clients. And boy did I have access... Since I was the new girl, they all wanted a taste...
And I was more than willing to work hard to prove to them that I was worth it.
After all...
I couldn’t expect them to tip me if I wasn’t willing to fulfill their desires now could I?