Chapter 3: Rachel is too young for Strip Clubs

Hank:

“They’re your clubs aren’t they?”

Hank didn’t like the Investigator’s in his office. What would the kids think?

“Investigator, I’ve had this conversation numerous times with the police. I assure you my clubs are up to date to the highest standards, codes, and regulations.”

“I’ve heard different.”

Hank shrugged, “I don’t really listen to gossip.”

“Well we do,” The Investigators eyed him, “Listen I knew we’re new here, but there’s something going on in this town. And I’d like your cooperation when I need it.”

“I’ll offer when I can help. Promise.” Hank winked at them as they walked out.

Hank’s book wasn’t capable of changing every little thing about every single person. There was still a level of caution when the men preyed on high schoolers. Those that weren’t careful could still find themselves in a whole heap of trouble. The whole city was closely watched by the state, but it was Hank who was able to keep the reality under his umbrella.

The best way for people to enjoy themselves safely was the Classroom and Graduate. He had several houses thanks to the influence he was able to enact through his book. One for himself, one for this growing harem of daughters, another for the girls he’d picked up from life and wanted to keep around. Though his arguably favorite properties weren’t houses at all. It was the clubs he’d set up smack in the middle of town.

He pushed his daughters to work there early on. Some didn’t need enticing and found the place all by themselves. It was his own establishment, built in his vision, and he made even more money thanks to it.

He just had to keep an eye on the new Investigators.

Rachel:

Rachel’s birthday party was in full swing now. Thomas’ brothers were pushing beers and wine in her hand. Thomas’ dad was admiring her birthday present from afar, while his father in law got up close and personal, all too obviously staring down his granddaughter’s cleavage. Thomas could see the discomfort on his wife’s face, and the jealously of Kyra, his youngest daughter.

For Rachel’s 14th birthday Thomas gifted her a new pair of magnificent tits. His wife Lynn had protested the offer, and Rachel hadn’t taken to it too quickly. But his youngest, Kyra, was hugely jealous of her sister. With her help, Thomas was able to win Rachel over to the idea and take her to the plastic surgeon.

Thomas was anxious. Today was a long time coming for him. Most dads didn’t wait as long as he did. They rushed their well-endowed, big-breasted, and round ass girls straight into their beds. Thomas’s girls were almost just as perfect as all the others. Their butts were tight and round, their stomachs flat and toned, their skin milky smooth and coffee brown hair silky and long. Their eyes were big and brown.

They both had something of an Asian/European feel to them. Rachel leaned slightly more Asian but it was a subtle thing. Her legs were long and slender, her cheekbones were high and she had a cutesy smile with dimples. Her coffee-colored hair was silky smooth, her cheekbones were high, and her almond-colored eyes were bright.

Kyra had a more European vibe with stark eyes and sharp bone structure. She was shorter and more petite. Thomas often thought Rachel and even Kyra had the makings of models one day.

He only had two real issues. Kyra was still too young, by only a couple of years. And as much as Thomas loved his daughters, he was jealous of other dads and the busty chests their girls had, where his barely had B’s. He couldn’t help himself.

So, the wait-and the money-was worth it.

Thomas touched Rachel’s bare thigh. “Why did you want me to dress like this?” She was uncomfortable with her dad’s demand. she felt exposed and vulnerable. She was dressed in thigh-high white fishnet stockings and a tiny white skirt mere inches long. She had a white strapless halter top two sizes too small. Her shoulders were bare and the sleeves were short. The top could barely contain her new additions.

“I just wanted to see my little girl dress up,” Thomas explained, planting a wet kiss on her cheek.

Rachel’s Uncle Nick wrapped an arm around her waist, “I think your dad had a great idea, you look amazing.” He gave her another kiss on the opposite cheek and she burned red.

Rachel obviously would never tell her parents, but she had been wanting to fuck for a long time. She and her best friend Elizabeth talked about finally having sex all the time but never got the chance. They always talked about the cute boys in their class and if they would let take their virginity and where and when. It was getting to the point where Rachel just wanted almost anybody. And despite being hesitant at first, she couldn’t resist the chance to call more boy’s attention. She couldn’t help herself, even her fat old uncles, and skinny cousins were raising her heart rate.

She’d never have guessed at the time that her own biological father was beginning the seduction process the day he offered her the operation.

Although she had her suspicions.

Thomas was forward and flirtatious. He was giving her messages and sat close to her when she watched TV, even when there were plenty of open seats. He’d run his fingers along her thigh quietly and she’d hold her breath. It took time for her to get used to it. He’d eye her silently, commenting on her face and how well her tits matched the rest of her figure.

She couldn’t imagine that. Her own father complimenting her on her tits. Although she came to understand that he did pay for them. Occasionally she’d let him touch them, it was only fair after all. But just through the shirt. His digits were strong and his hands were large and greedy. Sometimes they’d spend up to an hour on the couch, him fondling her softly her sitting back on the couch trying not to enjoy it too much.

Rachel had never been sexually or romantically interested in her dad. But his strong and confident fingers would work magic on her smooth skin whenever he spread tanning lotion for her in the backyard. There were times she couldn’t help herself, she enjoyed how he looked at her. She liked the tingle it sent up her spine when his hands would get dangerously close to her tits. Eventually, she agreed to the operation not knowing what she was getting herself into.

Rachel remembered her first appointment with the doctor. It was her pediatrician Dr. Bryce and her new surgeon Dr. Romanov. Romanov was a skinny polish man with big eyes and a friendly grin, but honestly, he kind of creeped Rachel out. Dr. Bryce was a tall black man who Rachel knew for nearly all her life. He was essentially a close family friend. He had heavy scruff, a strong jaw, beautiful brown eyes and she perked up when he walked in the room.

“It’s nice to meet you, Rachel,” Dr. Romanov shook her hand and gave her a kind but penetrating smile. The look made her oddly vulnerable.

“Hello Doctor” Her eyes flickered to Dr. Bryce but Romanov held her attention “I didn’t know you were coming to Dr. Bryce.”

“You’re dad wanted me to be here since it’s your first operation.”

Rachel appreciated it, and she always liked her time with Dr. Bryce, “Where is my dad?” Last she saw of him he was in the waiting room.

“Well you’re getting older now and Dr. Bryce and I decided that you were ready to speak with us by yourself.”

“Oh, ok.” It didn’t really answer her question, but she appreciated they were treating her more maturely. She was getting tired of walking in and out of hospital rooms with her mom or dad. But she was still feeling nervous.

Dr. Romanov went through some of the more standard tests. Checking her ears, her eyes, her heart, and asked the normal questions. The Sexual Activity question was a change but that was it.

Dr. Romanov finished checking her heartbeat and rolled back in his chair. His eyes grazed up and down her body and despite her t-shirt and jean shorts, felt very exposed, “Ok, now we need to see your body.”

“Um what?” she asked quietly.

“Your body,” He said like it made sense, “It’s basic for a physical for a girl your age. We just have to know your mobility and check for rashes. Typical stuff.”

Rachel was a little rattled, she wished her dad was there, “Um, so ... I have to take my clothes off?”

Romanov nodded, checking something off his clipboard nonchalantly. Rachel looked over to Bryce. There was an odd look in his eyes. He nodded expectantly and Rachel leaped off the table she was sitting on.

She slowly started to peel off her clothes. Her daisy dukes slid down her legs, exposing her yellow panties. Bumps erupted on her skin as she felt her doctor’s eyes feast on her exposed flesh. Rachel started to pull her shirt off. Her skin was suddenly cold, but her stomach was burning up. She waited for one of them to tell her to stop, that they only needed some of her clothes. They didn’t.

She was standing in front of them in her underwear, covering up her stomach and what was exposed above her yellow bra. Dr. Romanov raised an eyebrow at her.

She swallowed dryly, “All of it?”

“All of it.” She was surprised by Dr. Bryce.

With fingers trembling out of nerves, fear, and excitement she removed her bra. Her nipples hardened immediately in the cold room. She covered up, but with both of the doctor’s gazes hard on her, she obediently slid her panties to the floor. She was stark naked in front of them both, her hands covering up her private regions. She could feel their eyes trying to fuck her raw.

Romanov continued to explain he was going to test her flexibility and mobility. At first, it was just walking, arm stretches, and testing. She reached behind her back to test her reach, her chest bare open for them to gaze on. Romanov had her reach down to her toes, facing away from them. She was acutely aware of what they were looking at. She stretched to her side and presented her flexibility and even did the splits for them.

“Down as low as you can please.” Dr. Bryce requested, his voice strained. Rachel did as she was told and she inhaled sharply when her bare pussy touched the cold floor.

“Now please get on the table, on your knees.” Dr. Romanov asked.

Rachel trembled as she clambered back onto the table and dropped to her knees. This was feeling disturbingly sexual on her underage body. She felt like she was presenting for them. He twirled his finger, and she turned around. She felt his hand on her upper back and pushed her down, muttering something about checking her skin. His long fingers explored her nether-regions. She felt Bryce’s pair of strong hands join Romanov’s. They traced her muscles from joint to joint. It sent shivers up her spine.

“Do you both need to be there?”

She knew her pussy was getting wetter and wetter for them and her heart was beating faster and faster. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to tell them to stop or cry for help. But she couldn’t help but get turned on. They were doctors, right? If they were trying to make sure she was healthy then who was she to argue.

She felt Dr. Romanov’s long fingers get closer to her sopping cunt. “I have to check you for a hernia.” he slipped inside her and she began to pant.

Rachel didn’t think that was how you checked for hernia’s, but then again she didn’t know how. “Is it bad that I’m ... that it’s so ... umm.” Her wet pussy was making her embarrassed.

“That you’re wet.” He said it in such a soft and suggestive way she shuddered, and only partly out of embarrassment, “Not at all. In fact, it helps.”

“Do I ... Do I have ... to cough or something?” That’s what she’d heard.

“If you feel like it, it could help,” Bryce responded as his strong thick un-gloved fingers spread her ass cheeks.

“What are ... you doing?” Rachel shuddered as his lubed fingers got closer to her backdoor.

“I have to check your colon of course.”

“Isn’t that ... just for ... old men?” Rachel bit her lip, her fingers dug into the cushion of the doctor’s table. His fingers were pressing on her rosebud and her heart rate spiked.

“Oh, you know,” He poked his slick digit past her sphincter and she groaned in pain. “You can never be too safe.”

The two of them explored her insides together. Rachel didn’t know how long it was supposed to take, but she was fairly certain they were taking their time. She wished they would hurry up, despite the sensations they were sending through her nerves. Dr. Bryce was spreading her sphincter, rubbing his full finger all over her colon walls, apparently searching for some kind of problem. Romanov was deep in her vagina, filling her with a second digit and she strained at the further stretching of her tight teen pussy. His knuckles rubbed at her walls and were sending shivers up her spine in forced ecstasy.

Suddenly they were both outside of her and she felt empty. Her skin was tingling, and she was anxious about what their next test would be.

“Sit up please.”

She moved covering her young boobs from their gaze. She crossed her legs to hide her shaved cunt. She didn’t look in their eyes but could feel their intensely hungry stares.

“Is this really how physicals are supposed to go?” She knew they went to school for it all and were really smart, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very off.

Romanov came close. “Of course, it’s important to know a young girl’s body if we’re going to keep you healthy, especially if you’re going under.” He put his bare hands on her naked knees.

Rachel’s breathing quickened again, “And you’re allowed to see me like this ... and ... and touch me?”

“Of course, we’re doctors,” Romanov said, somehow surprised by the question. “Now if I’m going to operate on your breasts, I’m going to have to feel them.”

Rachel trembled as she lowered her hands, exposing her chest to her doctor’s greedy eyes. “And I need you to spread your legs.”

“Why?”

“I just need you to.” He was starting to sound impatient. “And put your feet up if you’re flexible enough.”

Rachel was and she didn’t know why she just didn’t pretend like she wasn’t, but she let him slowly spread her legs and expose her leaking cunt. She leaned back and leveraged herself on her arms as she put her feet up exposing herself completely.

He pressed up close to her and Rachel could feel his hard-on through his pants. She hoped it wasn’t but...

“Umm ... is that...” Her heart was pounding.

“Don’t worry about that, it’s just a man’d natural response to a young girl’s body.” He explained as he moved his hands up her abs to her young tits.

He messaged and fondled her teenage breasts. She didn’t think it felt like he was examining them at all. He pinched her nipples and she yelped.

“Sorry I know it hurts, but I have to test your response and nerves.” Bryce came around the table and put his hands on her sides. “Sorry, Bryce has to feel your torso as well.”

Rachel breathed hard as their hands explored all over her body. Romanov’s cock was pressed up on what she was pretty sure was her clit. A buzzing was going up her body. Their fingers moved to her most private regions. Romanov was spreading her pussy and tickling her clit. She held in the screams as he ‘tested’ her teenage vagina.

And then suddenly it was over.

“You’re done?” Rachel asked a bit in a daze.

“All done,” Bryce said.

“See, easy and painless,” Romanov said making notes on her clipboard. Rachel wasn’t sure she agreed but was glad it was over.

“I’ll tell your father your totally healthy and ready for the operation.” Bryce left the room, soon followed by Romanov. Leaving Rachel in a daze.

Thomas had jumped at the opportunity to enlarge her breasts and after her surgery, he took her shopping. He bought her new clothes that accentuated what her new figure would be. At first, he let her have some privacy, but it wasn’t long before he was sneaking looks through cracks in the door frame. Sometimes the door wouldn’t lock and he’d barge in without asking. Rachel had to cover up hurriedly and as hard as he tried to play it off as a father checking in on his daughter, the intense stare suggested a different thought.

She never told anyone about what happened at the hospital. Mostly because she was ashamed and embarrassed. She also didn’t know if she was making a big deal about it. It had ended so quickly and abruptly, and she supposed they did their job in examining her. And after all the attention she was getting from her new chest, the thought of seeing them again was more than exciting.

Rachel wondered about fucking her dad a few times, especially after what happened at the doctor’s office. She wondered if it would be good with him, or if there was really any difference at all. He’d never been high on her to-do list and no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t wrap her head around the idea.

In any case, she didn’t want to think about that. It was her birthday and she wanted to spend good times with her family and later with Lizi and any boys Rachel’s new assets could pick up. As much as she wanted to have sex she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun with guys her age.

And her cousins were a good start. They just kept handing her drinks, even if she hadn’t finished with what she had. None of it tasted very good, but they made her feel like an adult and she wanted to fit in. So, she drank her beers and sipped on the rum and cokes they handed her. She was feeling funny and warm, and she couldn’t tell if it was how you were supposed to feel after drinking, or if it was her uncle Nick pressing up to her side closely. They were behind the kitchen counter nibbling on chips and sipping on cocktails.

He was chatting her up about her gymnastics. He seemed worried she wouldn’t be able to perform anymore, his eyes glued to her suggestive cleavage. She couldn’t help but giggle embarrassed and stick out her chest just slightly more.

“I don’t know, I think I’ll be ok, but it depends on the high-school coach. I hope they...” She suddenly realized something was squeezing her ass tightly. A heavy and hungry grope for teenage flesh.

Rachel went beet red. her drunken stupor made her reaction slow and unsure. She looked up slightly, worried about who the perpetrator had to be.

“Uncle Nick?”

Suddenly she felt a finger pop into ass. She yelped in her uncle’s face and he grinned cockily down at her. No one seemed to notice. He pulled her in even closer by her ass and she strained not to scream. He wriggled his finger in her ass harder and harder and watched her ass cheeks jiggle under her skirt. Rachel panted and bit her lip. Still, no one seemed to notice. She gripped the counter top hard. Her uncle put an aggressive palm over her new tit, squeezing tightly and roughly.

Rachel waited for someone to notice, but they were already drunk and having too good a time.

Nick stuck another finger up her ass and Rachel strained not to make any noise. He almost lifted her by her sphincter and pulled away from further view. Behind a wall, he pressed his whole body tightly to hers. He pulled her top down and latched his lips to her nipple and her fat tit. His teeth bit into her teen nipple and she gasped at the pleasure-pain she couldn’t help herself from feeling. His hand still on the other almost digging his nails into her enhanced boob.

For a moment he released his mouth from her chest, his lips millimeters from hers, the fingers in her ass pumping and finger fucking her colon as hard as he could manage.

“Rachel you were always a beautiful little slut, but now you’re fucking ravishing. Walking around in those whore melons.” His mouth latched back to his spot before she could respond. She panted loudly, her head leaning back as her ass was finger raped. She could feel his monster pressing into her flat stomach.

Suddenly Rachel’s name was being called.

Nick pulled off for a moment, “Fuck. We’ll have to pick this up later.” He planted an aggressive kiss on her wet and open lips. “Cover yourself up slut.”

He left in one direction, and Rachel had to quickly compose herself and cover her tits. It was hard getting her top on. She was still getting used to her chest.

“Rachel,” She was able to just get her halter top back on as Thomas came around the corner, “What are you doing here? Let’s go?”

Rachel took a deep breath, still rattled, still trying to digest what just happened to her. “Where ... where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said with a smile.

As they were leaving Kyra stopped her dad. Rachel was headed to the car.

“Daddy,” she said in a whiny voice, her hands clasped tightly in front of her in a cutesy begging way, her eyes flashing her eyelashes. “I want to come to.”

“Sorry honey,” He kissed her on the forehead, “You’re not old enough yet.”

She pouted, “Where are you going?”

“You’ll find out one day soon. I promise.”

Her uncles and cousins hopped into their cars, ready to follow Thomas.

Rachel got into a car alone with her dad. “Where are we going?”

“I told you it’s a surprise.”

It wasn’t a long drive. It was clear to her that they were going into downtown. But it was enough for her to be able to think about her uncle.

It was nothing like with the doctors. He’d taken her without patience or permission and completely out of nowhere. Plus he’d kissed her, deeply, with tongue, something she’d never done with anyone. He’d taken power away from her and pushed himself on her. She should have hated him and told her dad what he’d done, but the more she thought about it, the more turned on she became. She loved how he stared at her cleavage, how he objectified her and used her as an object. She liked the power he’d employed over her. She was fully terrified of what he would have done to her if they hadn’t been interrupted. She was scared of her uncle, and that got her hot.

Am I a whore, like he said? The thought dominated her mind. She was ashamed she’d given him a slutty impression, ashamed that she let them get her drunk. She didn’t want to be a whore. What would her friends think? What would her family think? Kissing him, letting him use her, being attracted at his force, it was all incest. She’d be a pariah.

She couldn’t let Nick ever get close to her again. And she was just about to confess to her dad, but they arrived.

She looked outside.

It was a three-story building in the middle of downtown. It had two different entrances, seemingly two different establishments. The Graduate, and the Classroom

The building asked for attention and drew the eye. The windows were tinted and there were dozens of them. Rainbow lights were flashing from inside and the silhouettes of dancing girls were all too obvious. The purple and red neon lights buzzed from above and gave the building a clean and modern feel.

“Come on baby, it’s about time you became a woman.” Thomas opened the car door and Rachel followed not understanding what he meant.

“Dad, where are we?” Rachel gave the Classroom a wary look. They seemed to be about to walk into it.

“Wait till we’re inside.” Thomas’ voice had a strained excitement that worried Rachel.

Thomas led his fourteen-year-old daughter into what seemed to be a club. The bouncer stopped them before they continued. Thomas handed him two IDs. His real one, and a sorry fake for Rachel that she’d never seen before.

The bouncer eyed them both and licked his lips looking at Rachel.

“You’re fine,” he said to Thomas, “but I’m gonna need to frisk her.”

Rachel raised her eyebrows, “Dad?”

Thomas shrugged, “Please do.”

“Dad!” She said incredulously and a little drunkenly. She couldn’t believe her dad said that. Besides being nervous about getting touched by this mountain of a man, she had no idea what this was all about. “I don’t even know what this place is.” That drew a chuckle from the bouncer and Rachel gave him a look.

Her dad ignored her, “Just let the nice man do his job. It’ll be quick I’m sure.”

Rachel reluctantly allowed the large man to touch her body.

It was pretty clear what the guy was really interested in. His hands explored her legs, but the stockings didn’t let him enjoy them much so he quickly glided up to her thighs tracing his fingers along with the bare parts of her legs, snaking up to her ass cheeks, fondling her round butt with deep finger touching. Rachel quivered in fear. She wanted to be turned on but she was so focused on his intimidating size it was hard to focus.

He continued up her flushed body flexing his hands on her bare stomach and slowly trailing the small of her back, firmly pressing down at that spot and her spine tingled. The alcohol was enhancing the sensations his fingers gave her. She waited for her dad to say something, to stop this man from manhandling and groping her, but nothing. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying it. When he was at her chest, he squeezed his fingers into her enhanced tits. Rachel groaned loudly at his powerful grip. Still nothing from her father.

His fondling assault felt like ages to her. He pressed his large body to her petite teenage one, almost grinding into her front.

“Are you done yet?” Rachel asked impatiently.

The bouncer grinned at her giving one final squeeze of both of her globes and then a slap to her ass to which she yelped.

“Yeah baby, go ahead. But I’ll be in that tight ass of yours soon.”

Thomas led his daughter through the front door finally.

The Classroom wasn’t raggedy, but it felt seedy. Thomas always felt like a lot of clubs had a tendency to be kind of rundown and shoved off to the side of a community. But the Classroom wasn’t like that at all.

It had to stand under the shadow of the slightly bigger Graduate it was connected to for several legal reasons. But the Classroom was the place older men wanted to go. The college-age and under thirty girls from the beach were always a draw for the Graduate. But the Classroom was popular for the girls that were groomed into position, and how they were groomed even further once inside.

There were two main stages across from each other on each wall with red and purple curtains framing them. Between were booths with stripper poles on the tables. There were some compartments with no tables and just a small raised platform with a pole, so each pair of benches had its own small stage.

To one side was a staircase that went up to the second level where there was a dance floor, and access to cages hanging from the walls and ceiling. The other side was halls leading to side rooms. Under the staircase was the bar. The bar was lit with a changing rainbow of the LED light. It was stainless steel and the tabletop was sticky from alcohol mixers. The black marble was topped with stripper poles along the long bar.

The smell of booze was the first thing that hit you when you entered. It was dimly lit so you could see, and still have lights go with the music. The colored rug was dark so it seemed clean, but one couldn’t be sure. The hardwood floors, tables, and poles felt grimy. The walls and purple booths were sleek and modern looking. The furniture was minimalist and the bar-stools were shiny and comfortable. Pink statuettes of curvy girls on tables and pedestals were all over the club.

But what really caught the eye were the girls.

Girls were everywhere. There were risqué black and white, and color photos of high school minxes from town. Some were girls from the past years, some Rachel recognized as athletes and students that still hadn’t graduated. They were showing skin in provocative poses and sultry smiles. There were more photos of straight-up porn. Pictures of teenage girls were on the walls and the face of the bar and were grinding on top of monster black cocks. Rachel recognized a freshman in high school only a year older than her on the wall with a dick around her smiling mouth and thick loads of cum on her face. In the halls were photos of sex slaves working in the club currently in their sluttiest and skimpiest outfits as their employee photo. Rachel recognized her friend Fuller, a girl with fat tits, a tight waist, and light brown hair with marker all over her. ‘Slut’, ‘Whore’, ‘Cum Dumpster’ was all over her naked body. ‘Cum in here’ was by her cunt, ass, and mouth with ‘XXX’ marks. She had a big smile and was winking at the camera.

Rachel was astounded, “It’s a strip club.” But with high-school-age girls as the dancers.

People she knew were writhing into each other’s naked bodies shamelessly. Underage girls she’d gone to summer camps with and sold cookies with only months ago were being defiled and used. Father’s who’d invited her to dinner and given her rides to and from home were spanking her friend’s asses and intensely pumping them with their baby-makers. And as much as it horrified her, Rachel couldn’t help the heat building deep inside her loins.

There were a plethora of underage high school teenagers milling around either mostly naked or fully nude. The club was full of them. There were seniors on the main stages stripping and dancing, twirling around the poles and grinding on the grimy floor. The juniors and sophomores were milling around, giving men lap dances and rubbing themselves on the poles soaking in the compliments and adoration of the middle-aged men. There were college girls and seniors behind the bar dressed in bikinis, half-shirts, and booty shorts serving drinks and body shots. The freshman, both rising and current, were at the tables getting passed around from father to brother and son to friend.