Night and Day
Copyright© 2020 by Pan
Epilogue
Mind Control Sex Story: Epilogue - Jackie's having trouble sleeping. Her workmate Rob gives her some pills that completely transform her nightlife...
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Drunk/Drugged Magic Mind Control Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism Oral Sex Big Breasts Body Modification Transformation
6 months later...
Jackie’s regular customers didn’t even recognize her. No one did. As far as the bar was concerned, the Jackie currently dancing on stage was a whole new person - a tattooed slut who’d moved to the city to become a dancer.
Piercings aside, her face hadn’t changed. But even when she was fully dressed (at least, as fully as Jackie dressed these days) no one looked at Jackie’s face.
They were either checking out her enormous rack, her new butt (another little gift from Rob) or - most commonly - the tattoos that covered every inch of her body.
Her arms had full sleeves - different characters from cartoons, innocent sweet and naive ... pulling their pussy-lips apart, with the text “WRECK ME” in huge letters. Her thighs and calves were covered in ornate drawings of Jackie’s own face, being blasted with cum or with her tongue deep in pussy.
(Jackie had never so much as made out with another girl, but the image of her expertly going down on another woman made men hard, and that was all she cared about any more.)
As she stripped - which she did almost every night, now - she revealed more and more tattoos. “Cockwich” was printed on her flat stomach, with a figure of her being penetrated by three men simultaneously (in case anyone struggled to work out what it meant).
The small of her back was covered with her most “innocent” tattoo - from a distance, it looked like a fractal or some kind of mathematical pattern, but when you looked at it up-close, it turned into a collection of cocks, cunts, and people fucking in all positions.
But her favorite ink was written over her new, enormous tits. It simply read “Any time, any where” and had her phone number printed below it.
Ever since a photo of her stripping had gone wild, she’d gotten near-constant calls. It was almost peaceful, knowing that being treated like a slut was just a phone call away. She could answer it anytime and get dirty talk, insults, or an address that she could head to and be fucked until she couldn’t work.
Not that there was really a shortage at work - ever since Rob had given her the two blue pills, she’d been acting more and more provocatively at work. After taking a week off to get the majority of her tattoos off, she’d been delighted to return and find that Rob had turned the bar into a strip club ... and made her the headlining act.