Strip Tease (Chapter 1)

            Jessica gave her bountiful golden locks a hoity toss over her shoulder, waggling her longer fingers through the shimmering mass of it. She brushed back the velvet red curtains of the dressing room and got a full glance at herself in the mirror post-prep for the next catwalk strut. Makeup on, eyelashes plumed, lipstick a lethal bubblegum-pink.

            “Oh, Jessica,” she cooed at herself in the reflection. “You have never looked sexier, betch!”

            Just like every day of her life. Jessica giggled, reminded of the time her first boss told her those same words. Regardless of whether they were true or just a frilly compliment to get her to lose her garments, it did wonders for her confidence, which she incidentally had in spades after five years of working a pole. Standing in the mirror now, with the strobe lights of the stage beyond flashing through the doorframe, she gave her tits a jostle, clad in their jet-black bra: propped ever so slightly, though with cans as juicy as hers, the push-up was hardly necessary. Her schoolgirl blouse was fastened up, ready to be shorn away as soon as the tunes demanded.

            Just as she was thinking of her cue, the pulse-pounding bass music flooding the high-end Vegas casino cranked louder. Jessica had less than a minute before show time. This, she imagined, was how professional athletes probably felt right before they hit the turf for the championship. Only for Jessica, codenamed Bella Bombshell out on the floor, every day was the championship.

            Turning slowly, the young woman examined the rest of herself for the imperfections she knew she wouldn’t find. Her pert ass, begging to burst out of the petty g-string, also in midnight black, pushed out that delicious extra inch as she arched her back. The plaid schoolgirl skirt nearly completed the ensemble. Palms open, she ran her fingers down her voluptuous, spray-tanned legs: pillars unto themselves that put to shame any of the gargantuan structures which held up this billion-dollar building. In contrast to some of her petite and bite-sized peers, Jessica was something of an amazon, her height without shoes putting her very near to six-foot, and she knew how to use every inch of herself to set her customers to drooling.

            But, of course, she had her secret weapons which granted her the edge. Sky-high, crystal platform heels encased her long, stylish peds in glistening thrones. Her nails painted their usual fiery-hot pink, with just a hint of sparkle, and her skin a gorgeous rosy hue, these towering shoes would carry her out to victory with a thunderous slam of her confident steps.

            She was ready.

            That was when Jessica spied the box laid on her dressing table. Furrowing her brow, the stripper stooped and collected the miniature container into her long fingers. It was small enough to contain an engagement ring, which Jessica wasn’t necessarily unaccustomed to; she’d been proposed to at least once a month since she started working at this particular joint. Upon opening, though, she gasped to discover a jewel-crusted amulet necklace, featuring several of her favorite gems and stylings. Under the lid was a card: “From Paul” it read.

            Jessica grinned. Common a name though it was, she had a decent idea who it was from. As many loyal customers as she had, only a select few were elite enough in their desire to spoil her to quite this level. Paul was one of them. Hearing the music pulse with its countdown beat, she knew she had only seconds left. Thinking quickly, Jessica surmised that Paul must be out on the floor, waiting to see her in the amulet: who knew how high her tip totals could soar today if she included it in the ensemble? It wasn’t like it clashed with the outfit, after all. Schoolgirl went with just about anything.

            Shrugging, Jessica looped the necklace over her head and inserted the gorgeous jewel cluster of the amulet between her bouncing jugs. Then, with the practice of someone who spent her last half-decade walking on four-inch heels, Jessica marched for the catwalk and burst out into the balmy red light of the casino strip floor.

            Emboldened by her new accessory, the young woman made today’s shift a real show. For her first ten minutes, she taunted the giddy men waiting on the outskirts waving their twenty-dollar bills around, silently promising to remove the blouse and skirt but never making the move. Over the course of the opening act of her dance, she squinted through the room, especially at the VIP tables, were she suspected the innocuously named admirer Paul might be in his usual place. But she saw no sign of him. Perhaps he’d be stopping by later. Not that Jessica regretted wearing the amulet out, of course; it looked good, even if she wasn’t trying to impress a potential sugar daddy.

            Suddenly the dim crimson light of the show floor began to flash brighter. Jessica presumed it at first to be the strobe lights going out of whack, glowing whiter than they were intended. To help distract the audience from the technical difficulties, Jessica chose this moment to remove her schoolgirl guise. The blouse and skirt were ripped away from her body just as the bass dropped, to which she was treated a roar of excitement and a downpour of fluttering green bills. Still the light carried on, even brighter now, as she wound proudly around the pole in her gem-speckled midnight-black underwear and crystal high heels.

            A beam, emanating from just over Jessica’s heart, flashed across the room. Her body grew warm, as though an unseen electrified fluid were pouring through her emptied frame, filling her from toe to scalp. Jessica came to a halt, screeched, and watched the stage floor diminish beneath her powerful, platform-clad feet. At least she thought this to be the case, though upon observing the suddenly infant-sized occupants of the casino fleeing for their lives, not to mention the explosive impact of her golden-haired crown passing through the plaster ceiling, Jessica guessed something else was happening.

            In staid horror, the oblivious stripper stood stock-still as her black-bikini-clad body blasted its way through three more floors in the span of a single breath. Then another five in the next. Like wet cardboard, the structure of the casino palace came apart to the bulldozing whims of her rapidly expanding body. At a subconscious level, Jessica perceived that either the entire world was shrinking or she was growing, but she was far too paralyzed with indecision and terror to make a judgment on what was actually happening. All she could do was watch as the increasingly tiny customers ran away in mass throngs from the comparatively enormous golden statue of the stripper’s body. Her quaking arms, guided by balled fists, crushed through the walls, allowing fading sunlight to spill past the smoking wreckage. She felt the earth softening and growing unstable beneath her platform heels as the stage floor and the entire foundation of the building surrendered to her weight in a puff of dust.

            As if born again, Jessica’s torso exploded through the momentarily undisturbed roof of the casino. She screamed, at last catching up with reality enough to know she ought to react, and spread her arms wide. Buckling stories of the building caved around her body, causing miniature screaming customers to rebound off the luscious curves of her trim figure, rolling over the hills of her ass and becoming ensnared in the tight valley of her cleavage. Those unlucky enough to miss the gravitational pull of the now one-hundred-fifty-foot woman were instead lost to the crumbling pieces of the once-majestic skylight attraction of Vegas.

            Unable to make rational decisions about what may or may not be happening to the hapless citizens below, the stripper thrust a mighty leg outward as if on a musical kick line. Her crystal high heel launched like a cadre of cannonballs through the remaining paltry walls of the casino, and at last the papery remains of the place turned to dust and debris before Jessica’s very eyes and settled to the earth. Through the haze of smoke and fire now, all that remained was the bombshell blonde stripper in gemstone black bra and panties and her trademark shoes now the size of mega-yachts.