I had never felt so close to a woman! To feel such a bond with a woman is beyond description! Between my legs, I started to feel waves of pleasure in a way I never had before. And I still hadn't even come yet!

My hand started moving with an increasing intensity, and the waves of pleasure become more frequent. Then I had a *really* big wave of pleasure, just an explosion which traveled all the way up my spine and to the base of my brain. I gasped for air. It was better than any feeling I had ever experienced in my entire life.

Now I started to feel something new. At first, it was a tingle in my chest, on my left nipple. Then it became more intense. It started to feel sore. At that moment, Brandi guided my hand over to her right breast, and had me pinch that nipple instead. I could almost feel it in my own nipple.

"Closer baby. Come closer to me" she said. I was already touching her with all of my body, but I imagined being even closer to her yet.

"Hold me tighter" she said, and I thrust forward with my pelvis and legs, to drive even closer to her.

"Oh, that's good" I thought. I could not believe it that I heard her voice say the same thing at the same moment I had thought it.

"Harder now!" she said, which was also strange, because I had just sensed that if I started to move my hand harder, I would feel even more pleasure. I was breathing really hard now, panting.

"Yes!" I said, "Oh yes!!!"

But it wasn't my voice that said it. It was *hers*.

I opened my eyes, and discovered that I wasn't sitting in a chair pleasuring a woman. I was a woman in a chair, pleasuring myself!

"Oh!" I said involuntarily, as the next wave of pleasure hit me. I couldn't stop. I didn't really think about the fact that somehow I had become her; at the moment, the only thing that mattered was the intense pleasure of the multiple orgasms I was feeling.

It was only after I became very sensitive and ticklish between my legs, that I finally pulled out my finger. I stared at it. It was so small, with long manicured fingernails, perfectly painted a fiery shade of red.

I moved my hands across my thighs. They were tight and muscular, with such soft smooth skin! I touched my pubic hair, which as so small and well trimmed instead of the usual bush of hair I was used to. That and the fact that just below it, there was nothing but a moist slit, the pink lips on the sides engorged from all the recent stimulation.

I stood up, and looked at the wall mirror. My hips were wide enough that I had curves, my butt tight and muscular. My legs were so long! I moved up, and felt my big breasts with my cupped hands. My long blond hair fell down below my shoulders, all wild and messed up from the sexual encounter. My face! It was so pretty, with makeup applied in all the right places to enhance my looks. Not that I needed it. I would be a knockout with or without makeup.

I looked at myself in profile, and from the front again. I ran my hands all over my body. Shivers of excitement hit me all over, like aftershocks from all the orgasms. I felt so wet between my legs! I took a tissue from the box on the table, and wiped myself off down there. It took a couple of them to do the job.

I was just too stunned to really think. Somehow, I was no longer me, I was *her*. I was Brandi! I could not believe how incredible it felt to be a woman. Every touch, every sensation was new and exciting. But it wasn't over yet.

In my mind, I felt her presence still there with me. She was touching me, caressing me, holding me close. Like her soul and my soul were in close contact, just as our bodies had been a few moments ago. I could feel her intoxicating presence within me, drawing me closer and closer.

I felt her now, all around me. I was completely engulfed by her presence. Just as her hands had started steering my hands, I could feel her now starting to steer my thoughts. I had let her control my physically, until she had completely brought me into her. Now, I could sense something similar was going on in my mind. I started to think her thoughts!

I needed to get ready for my next act, and I was running out of time. No! Her next act, not mine! I suddenly tried to stop this, to keep her separate from me, but it was too late. Her will was crushing me, bending me. I needed to get ready, because it was a full house, and I could make good money tonight. I wondered which costume I should choose this time. Perhaps the cat suit?

Get out of my mind! Focus! I tried to stop her thoughts, but I could do nothing now. I was becoming her in mind and soul, and I could not resist any more. I fell to her deep embrace, and let her flow all around me. I let her thoughts fill my mind, giving no resistance at all. I lost myself within her, letting her own my very soul.

I felt a shiver of cold, and knew I needed to get dressed. I put on my panties, my micro-mini, and my bra. Then I slipped into my heels. I would go to my dressing room, and get my costume ready for the next show. I took the pile of clothes with me, and dropped them off in the hamper where we collected clothes to donate to the poor.

When I got to the dressing room, I took a quick shower, wearing a shower cap to keep my hair dry. Once I was clean, I got into my cowgirl costume, and admired myself in the mirror with the Stetson on my pretty little head. I would make lots of money tonight! I pulled the garter up on my leg, where the drooling me would deposit their money, as if their giving me a few dollars would make me suddenly want them, and want to go out with them.

I thought the cowgirl getup was so appropriate, because they were such cattle. With just a little prodding, I could make them do whatever I wanted. It felt powerful to be able to control men like that. So many women are subjugated, so even this little bit of empowerment was something to savor.

I grabbed my lasso, which was the prop I chose for today. Sometimes I would go with the riding crop, or the squirt guns which I would put into my mouth as if they were male sex organs. But the lasso seemed like the right thing for today.

The stage manager warned me that I only had five minutes, so I touched up my makeup, perfected my hair, put on my knee high boots with the six inch heels, and stood by the side of the stage, awaiting my introduction.

When they called my name, I strutted on stage, waving my lasso in the air like I was ready to rope a steer. Men seemed to love my knee high boots, even though they covered up so much of my calves. I worked so hard to keep my legs in shape, and liked to show them off. But with the short skirt, they seemed to like the boots even better than heels. So I went with what pays the best.

I started my dance routine on the pole, and began stripping by removing my skirt, to reveal the shocking red panties underneath. Then I took off my top, which was more like something that the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders would wear, than true western wear. I know I wouldn't want to ride a horse in something like that! As usual, the men went wild seeing my breasts.

Then I worked the pole for a while before starting to take off my panties. I was still very limber from all my years of gymnastics training, so I did the spits before I took them off. Again, a big crowd pleaser. Now I was naked except for my Stetson and my boots. I went to the side of the stage, and swung my lasso until I spotted a bachelor party at the side of the stage. I roped the bachelor, and pulled him up to the stage, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. All the guys in his party went wild cheering, and drinking down more beers.

I made a mental note to visit that table first. I would get lots of dances, and make lots of tip money.

After twenty minutes, it was time for me to get off the floor. The manager didn't want too many girls out at once, so I would get my break, then do a costume change, and head upstairs to visit the private parties in the special rooms.

"Excuse me miss" said a man as I started to walk away.

"Yes hon?" I replied.

"Do you know where Jay is?"

"Who?"

"The guy from our group that went upstairs for a dance with you?"

"Oh he's in here somewhere" I said as I strutted away to my dressing room. I laughed to myself at the double entendre.

I went with the "naughty nurse" outfit, and worked the private rooms upstairs. I let the men slap my butt, or touch my breasts, if they tipped well. So I made a pile of cash. When I was done upstairs, I could go home for the night.

* * *

I went through my normal routine of working Friday, Saturday and Sunday at the club. Monday was my night off, but I showed up at 5pm to meet with Miss Rowland, the club owner. I had absorbed the soul of that man a few days ago, and it was time to move on.

I entered Miss Rowland's office, and bowed my head to her. She motioned for me to sit down, then pushed a button on her phone.

"Jan, please send Dawn in to see us."

Jan was a retired dancer, too old for this business, now that she was 45 years old. She was still beautiful, and a real knockout. But not young enough to work in this place. Unfortunately, for men handing out money, age did matter. They think that they get sexier with age, while older women are diminished? That hardly seems fair.

But speaking of young, Jan opened the door, and showed Dawn in. She was very young, perhaps barely over the age of 21. She might be 18 and have a false ID, but that wouldn't matter. She was really built. She had long curly black hair, very large breasts, long legs, and a seductive face. Perfect for this business. I looked at Miss Rowland, and she gave me a knowing wink. Dawn had just passed the audition.

"Dawn, come here, and stand by Brandi. I want to see you two side by side."

We stood facing each other. I knew what would happen next, but I felt sorry for this poor girl. She didn't know what she was getting into.

Miss Rowland walked up to us, and put her hands on each of our foreheads. We both froze, looking into each other's eyes, unable to move. Then I felt it happening. The connection opening up, the flow between us beginning. I felt part of me going away, and into her.

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