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The bus teleported in, and out of it steps Talrenda, head low in the chilly air. It had been a few months, and she had done well at the job, but how could she go further... can she go beyond? No. She still has her dignity.

"There you are," comes a very familiar voice. Talrenda groans as Jerrry pulls himself out of the crevices of reality. "Man from the bank came and- hey!"

As soon as he finished that first thought, she burst through to the door. "No, no, no!"

Flarko chuckles, rolling up in his little bowl. "I'm so glad you decided to change your mind, Sing. You won't regret the bump in the paycheck, believe me."

Singularity sits at her dressing room, all four hands on the desk, staring at herself to make sure every little inch is painted and appropriately adorned for her performance. It's not like she has a choice at this point. The repo man is not someone to trifle with, and her place is next on the list of things to get rid of.

"Look, babe. I know you have 'standards' or whatever, but I take care of my performers. Everyone you'll dance with is clean, and we'll take care of any unwanted situations, if you catch my drift. Though, remember the bonus..."

"Inside bonus, yeah, I get it," the stripper says, pushing herself up. "Just get the check ready. I need it tonight."

"Sure, sure, oh, and by the way, don't forget this." Flarko presses a button on his control panel, and his robot claw pulls out, handing a black clot to her. "First act--make it sexy.

She rolls her eyes and grabs the blindfold. "Yeah, yeah... here we go."

The thump of the base tells her its time to get on the stage. She saunters up onto it, dressed only in a thong. She grabs onto the pole and spins around, her plump lips turning up into a smirk. She blows a kiss to the crowd, then slides two hands down over her chest, giving her nipple rings a flick. Her primary hands rise up, holding the cloth and placing it in front of her face. She ties it up, licking her lips, undulating to the beat of the song.

When she applies the final touches to the tie, her other hands move down to her hips, thumbs hooking under her thong strings, pulling them down over her thighs to the cheers of the crowd. She steps out and lifts the garment up, slingshotting it into the hungry masses, and giving a lucky customer a wonderful gift.

The spotlight hits her skin, warming her up, and giving her a layer of sweat to work with to start. She remembered what was coming next, and was prepared, but even then, the feeling of the tendrils crawling up her ankles and her legs makes her stop and gasp.

So far, her only experience with tentacled beasts had been with Jerrry, not exactly the sexiest of situations, but she has heard stories about how such creatures could be insatiable lovers, ravenous fiends.

The tentacles slime up along her legs and even coil around her wrists and also her neck. A large form looms over behind her. She grinds against the writhing mass behind her, and she gasps out for the benefit of the audience.

The tentacles ride up along her body, getting her nice and slick with the slime that coats his members. The arms around her neck tighten slightly, becoming like a choker around her. Just enough to give the audience a show, but comfortable. He's a professional.

The tendrils below travel up her thighs. The tips go underneath her body, looping around each other, and teasing at both of her holes.

Talrenda hasn't gotten off at work before. She knows how to separate business and pleasure, but she never had anyone touching her before.

Tentacles wrap around her body, looping through her nipple rings and then swirling around her tits. Soon enough, she's bound up by the creature, turned into a puppet that dances only to the monster's moves.

Fluid pumps through his tentacles, the warm stuff pulsing against her skin and swelling the tips of his limbs. He presses those engorged things inside her, pushing up into her sex, pushing up against her ass, and penetrating between her lips.

She's totally at his mercy. Her hands move up, her other hands move down, she rolls and dances, and she sways, all to the beat, all to his whims.

She can turn her mind off now. She doesn't even have to pay attention to her movements. The tentacled one got it for her. It's comforting in a way, but the comfort soon disappears as the next part begins.

Hot sticky fluids shoot out from the bulbous tips of the creature, shooting down her throat, dribbling down her chin. It's the same down below. Spurt after spurt shoots up into her, pushing into her womb, traveling up her colon. How much was this creature made of? How much can she take? It doesn't take long for it to pull out, letting go of her completely.

She falls forward onto her hands and knees, the cloth sliding off of her face. Her partner had undone it. She stares up at the audience, tentacle cum spilling out her mouth when she stares at them in her shock. A moment later, she spins around on her knees, twerking her ass to let them see the cum oozing out from inside of her, rolling out of the tight holes like oil from a jug, spilling in quick spurts, then in slow waves.

Lucky for Talrenda, there's a shower ready for all the dancers. She sticks her face under the faucet, gargling the water and spitting out some residual salty sperm from her mouth. She shudders, scrubbing herself clean. "This shit is impossible to get out," she grumbles, rubbing her arms, her legs, up between those legs.

She gathers up her things and gets to the bus, where she promptly passes out, snoring heavily on her trip home.

"Uh, miss...?"

Talrenda jolts up, glancing around. "W.. What?"

"You're at your stop and..." he coughs.

She blinks, looking over herself. A stain darkens between her legs. "Fuck!" she shouts, jumping up and rushing out the door. That fucker got in there deep. How much more of that stuff is still up inside her?"