So with that conversation, I now had a new ability and a blessing to use it. I could go into any strip place and be the perfect stripper and tease men any way I wanted. No one would or could know. It had been one of my all time secret fantasy's to do that. As a man, It was just a mental thing. Now it was a real possibility. I was going to have fun.
I had to try it out, but not in the complex. And I always had Mell with me when I left the base or the FBI academy. So, It required some slippery moves. But they might not trust me if I pulled something. Someone would have to know. Tell Mell?
A quick conference would soon make both of us realize we just could not tell anyone. The group would have to know. Then, I just decided to let just the group here at the academy know. That would give me some flexibility without lying about what I was doing. After all, I needed practice. If I was going to do the vice bit, I needed some experience. I could read minds, but, I needed to practice the art too.
I grabbed Mell and had a quick talk.
"Mell, I really need to have a conversation. There are some new developments which Smith cannot know about."
"So what is new?"
"First, you must promise to keep this secret!"
"OK"
"I gained a new ability tonight. "
I told him the whole thing. He just looked at me and shook his head.
"Man, those aliens did a number on you didn't they?"
"Yes they did. Do you want to help me out?"
"Sure, but looking at you on a stage stripping will be very hard."
"That is OK. Don't worry. It's all part of the act. You will be my bouncer friend."
"Don't we have to tell someone?"
"Only if we run out of free time."
"OK, if we have the time."
I made some inquiries. I found out what kind of body was hot in the dance and strip clubs and set my mold for a character. The mold was 5'6" with very long blonde hair. I had 40 DD's with feet that could dance in real 6" heels. I found that I could adjust my feet to the shoes. So I could be very comfortable.
The first night, I applied as a new dancer. I decided to let the manager of the club know I had never danced exotically before. So I "amateur dancer" spot in the show. I got the slow hours. I did manage to walk up to one of the older girls and tap into their minds and essentially downloaded several dance routines. I could do some of them easily, but some would be a very tiring experience. But if I was going to get anywhere in the business, I would have to do the big routines.
The big difference between an exotic dancer and a stripper is that a dancer walks out on stage with almost nothing on. The Stripper has more clothing on at first. The Dancer has more work to do. I did the Dancer bit first. That was the program I had picked from one of the more experienced girls.
Let me say that during and after the performance, I wowed them. Thanks to the ability to get moves from the older girls, I could do anything they could. I would get a better position in the show next time.
The manager walked up to me. "You say you never danced before?"
"Not in a club."
"You must be a pro trained dancer."
"Well, Yes, I am."
"You are going to make a good living here. "Welcome aboard!"
Mell got a good look at the Chameleon at work.
"Joe?"
"Yes Mell?"
"If you can pull that off in such a short time, then I don't think there is anything you can't do."
"And watching the men's faces, including yours go kinda crazy was fun. Its a lot of power to be up there messing with men's minds. But remember, you are here to make sure I get away from here without being raped in the parking lot."
"I already got asked if I was your Pimp"
"You got to be kidding?"
"Nope"
Well, mission accomplished. Lets go back to the academy.
I stayed in the same body which I was going to name something ditzy but DeeDee was all I could come up with. So this character would be D.D. I memorized her features and abilities and routines and locked them in a pattern in the back of my mind. I had a filing system. I put a door in front of a pattern and put the name on the door. That worked well........
Back at the academy, I changed back to TL and got through the gate at the FBI academy. We were not followed. I would have had to feed the Kitty if we had been.
I didn't tell Mell, but I was setting up for a major vice sting. A rouge op. And we were doing it just for fun. But, I would not be the investigating officer. Just the informant. Solo. After another week of making $1000.00 a night, I would be arrested just like the rest of the people in the club. I wanted to use D. D. again. She was too good. So I wanted her to have some kind of record with the police. So being busted as a stripper was good.
In the meantime, we were wrapping up our time at the FBI. We were not going to graduate with the rest of the class. Of course, we were being treated very special. So in two weeks, we were going back to the Military base.
I had plenty of time to do the bust of the club. Prostitution and drugs. After the third night of making over $1000 in tips, the manager made the offer.
"I don't normally give a new girl a chance to get in the manager's club, but you are being requested more and more and I just can't ignore it any more. Would you like to do some special performances in the back?"
"What kind of performances?"
"You do anything they ask you to do, for one hour. I mean anything."
"Sex?"
"Exactly."
"What am I going to do about Mell?"
"Girl, you got to dump your friend if you want in. What is the deal with him anyway?"
"Very old friend. He's military retired and was doing the bouncing bit. He knows I am a big girl and already knows the turf. Why don't you give him a job bouncing?"
"I don't need a new bouncer, but if you agree to take the jobs, I'll hire him as a bouncer."
"Deal."
I called Mell. We had a quick talk and then, agreed. He didn't have to do anything except bounce. He knew I could shred any asshole in the joint including him and the entire bouncing staff at once. So he was not worried about me. Just how many bodies would be left.
The next night, I did my big dance number and then started working the floor. I was required to go up to a "John" and ask if He wanted a private dance. With the boobs and package D. D. had, I was hitting on almost every proposition. I must have done 8 BJ's that night and one full sex act. I got 100 an hour plus an extra 150 for the screw job. It would not be long before the other girls would put a move on me to get me out of there.
I drank only coffee. I watched one of the girls try to slip a powder in with my Sweet and Low. It looked like in her own mind that I had drank the coffee. I had not. But she saw an image of me doing it. I just sat there acting zoned out.
The manager figured out just what had happened way too quickly for me to say a word.
"Well, it finally happened. One of the other girls gave you a Mickey.
Don't worry honey, I will take good care of you." Mell was my ace in the hole. If it had not been for him that night, they would have tried to sell me to the highest bidder. (That was why he was there.) I didn't want to kill anyone too soon.
The local authorities were notified that there was a drug and prostitution ring working the club and most of the club management was involved. That night, the club was to be raided. After all, as far as I was concerned, they deserved what they got after giving me the drugs.
I looked like I recovered very quickly and called for the reinforcements. They would not get here for a couple of hours. I was being told mentally that the police had been notified. Then I noticed the manager talking on the phone. Something was very wrong. They had been tipped off and somehow they knew it was me! But they didn't know I was anything other than a bimbo. No one had seen me make any phone calls. When I am wearing nothing, its hard to wear a wire. So they knew I was not wired.
I did my act as usual, then, after the first private performance, the manager grabbed me and forced me in the storage area.
"You are in trouble little girl!...."
He had no Idea how much trouble he was in. I let him take a swing at me and then I promptly kicked his butt.
"Martial arts! No wonder." He then pulled a gun and backed away. Of course, I acted notably afraid. He pulled out the house two way and asked for head of security to come. "Get back here. We got trouble."
I patiently waited for everyone to get back there except for Mell who was still working the door. Mell knew the drill.
Three men had to hold me.
"What the hell belt are you, bitch?"
"I am a 4th degree black belt Akito."
"OH SHIT ! Kill her now. We won't get another chance. She can single handedly kill all of us with no trouble right now if she wanted."
One of the guards asked what the big deal was.
"The 5th degree black belt Akito is only granted if you go into the ring of Death and a fight to the death. Americans have to stop at the 4th or they are charged with murder if they announce their belt. She could be a 5th and not declare it. Akito is the art of offense. Another words, if she is, she could kill all of us right now and not break a sweat. I knew there was something about your moves. Its the Akito. You got to be a cop."
I lived up to his expectations. I didn't kill them, but they wished they were dead before it was over. It all happened in slow motion. The Manager with the gun never had a chance.
I shut the club down that night. Before I got away from there, I went into the minds of every staff member there. The local police force was dirty. They were mostly running prostitutes and weed. Nothing hard core. Didn't matter. They were scum. I didn't think it would make a difference to the manager. He paid off the police and the case was trashed. I knew it would be.
This was an experience run. Not a valid case. I was letting the rest of the crew at the academy in on what was going on. Even the sexual stuff. It was education time. I wasn't interested in a bust. Just a chance to knock heads. I didn't have time to work the rest of the case. But I did make a report to Smith. While he didn't like me doing what I had done, He did like the way I had handled it. He never knew I could change forms Until I finally told him a week later. Remember that Smith was in the information business. I was one of his best sources of information now.
WE NEED information, information. Here comes the village again..........
Mell really had a blast. By the way, he told me privately that he was in love with D.D. and one of these days, even if he knew it was good old Joe under those tits, that he wanted a date. I smiled and said "we'll see..."
Nothing else was said.
TigerLady Continues with the Next Chapter!