Mr. Stripper

Natural beauty.

"Arrrrhhhhhhh!!" I scream, tossing the fabric that is currently covering my face.

I mistook it for a piece of clothing at first, but I was dead wrong.

It wasn't a piece of clothing, but rather a Strappy Chest Harness for women.

The fact that I just touched something like that creeps me out.

"Delilah!" I heard my name called out, but it was being called out by a large group of people.

I don't know where to look, so I force a smile across my lips because it's literally the only thing I can do right now. "I'm so sorry, guys. I just…"

I couldn't bring myself to finish my statement because I don't want to lie. "I need to put on something else." I declare.

The woman who had been by my side when I awoke and found myself in this body approached me. "You have to make things snappy, Delilah, and can't you see Ella in a Strappy Chest Harness?" The lady inquired, pointing her finger at a girl to my right.

I quickly closed my eyes because the lady she had just pointed to was wearing the same thing I had just thrown away.

It's more like a red leather that aids in lifting one's breasts upwards.

The bizarre thing about it is that it does not cover the boobs.

There's no difference between being naked and wearing a Strappy Chest Harness.

It only lifts the breast from the side, but the breast is completely visible to the eyes. "Delilah, could you please open your eyes?" The lady who was talking to me a while ago declared.

"Miss Rita Delilah has been acting strangely since her last customer." Merritt's voice declares.

Merritt is the young lady I met in the restroom.

It appears that the lady speaking to me is named Rita, and it's odd that Merritt has to address her as 'Miss.'

Besides, the lady appears to be older. "Are you feeling well?" Ms. Rita asked, and I nodded.

I hate having to lie yet again, but I guess I'll have to lie as long as I'm in this brothel.

Ms. Rita will never believe me if I tell her that I am not Delilah and that her body is being possessed by a man.

Thinking about what I should have told Ms. Rita is already making my head hurt because I sound insane.

"Please go and get ready. We all rely on you, so please don't let us down." Ms. Rita declares as she pulls me towards a dressing mirror.

There are currently many dressing mirrors and a dressing table for all strippers to use.

"I still don't think I can wear something like that of what Ella is currently wearing." I sincerely declare.

Ms. Rita frowns. "You are the best stripper, but that doesn't mean you are entitled to something great." She declares coldly, sending a chill down my spine.

"Can Ella be the stripper tonight?" I interrogate, because even if they provide a nice dress for me to wear, there's no way I'm going to be rocking a pole like a stripper.

I've only heard that stripers use poles, but I've never seen them in person because I've never been to a club.

"Delilah, Ella can't do your job, which is why I pay you a fortune. Aside from that, why are you suddenly handing over your role to Ella?" Ms. Rita's query.

I exhale. "I'm not feeling too good." I lied, biting my lower lip.

"Then you have to bear it. Furthermore, you will not perish simply by entertaining one person." She said, causing me to scuff.

I'm aware that there is no turning back, so I'll just accept my fate.

Who knows? If the so-called boss shows up, I might as well beg him to take me away from this brothel with a club attached to it. "Can I get something else? I need something I can relax on." I declare.

Ms. Rita exhaled, but directed me to the place where beautiful clothes are kept.

There were several options available to me, but all of them appeared to be underwear.

I don't want to deny the body of the lady which I'm currently possessing, so I decided to go with the flow for the meantime until I find a situation.

I wore a comfortable pink women's boxer and a short singlet that covered my breasts well but also exposed my stomach because the singlet was so short.

What I'm wearing right now are literally the best clothes this dressing room has to offer.

I grab a pink bathrobe in order to properly cover my body. "Are you wearing this?" The young man who had grabbed my hand a few minutes ago inquired.

"Yeah. It's more comfortable." I responded with a smile. "You don't appear to be yourself, but if you're comfortable in what you're wearing, that's fine." He replied with a smile.

He pointed to the chair in front of me, but I arched my brow because I'm not sure why. "We need to do a little makeup on you today." I nod as he declares.

'Of course it was makeup,' I thought to myself as I took a seat.

"Please don't take this personally, but what's your name?" I question him because I enjoy learning the names of those around me.

He scuffed. "We're all used to you pretending to forget names, so I'm surprised you remember Ella's name after Ms. Rita compared your previous outfit to hers." He said, causing me to shake my head sideways.

'The lady whose body I'm currently possessing appears to be a prideful person, because she forgets names easily.' I pondered within myself.

I remain silent while waiting for him to continue his statement.

"Ohh! My name is Mike." He responded because he had finally figured out the meaning of my complete silence.

"Mike! What a lovely name." Mike blushed when I complimented him.

Shit. I forgot that I'm currently a girl and that I shouldn't be complimenting those who appear to be interested in me, unless they get the wrong idea.

I sat down and allowed him to apply a small amount of foundation to my face.

He assisted me in combing my hair and making a nice bond with it. "You're all set." He declares.

I stare at the dressing mirror in front of me.

My long, blonde hair, which was currently tied into a ponytail, cascaded down the bond in curly rivulets.

It moved fairly fluidly as the breeze passed through the remaining hair outside the ponytail, and it was curly.

My hair is also long, and despite being in a bond, it still reaches my neck.

I have natural beauty, and I look good even without makeup.

Mike didn't put on much makeup on me, but I'm the most beautiful of them all.

I have ocean blue eyes that attract like a magnet, and my lips are natural pink and appear soft just by looking at them.

I'm still admiring myself in the mirror when Ms. Rita calls me back to reality.

"Girls! You should all be ready." She asserts authoritatively. "The club owner has just arrived, and I need you all to put on your best show. Make sure to share your thoughts with him, because the future of this club is at stake tonight." She added, before clapping her hands.

I get up from my seat, figuring that since other girls are leaving, I should join them.

I hadn't even started towards the door when her words startled me. "Delilah, you're going to the VIP room, so strip naked and enter." She utters.

Is this lady for real?