"Plastic stripper" 72

Chapter XI

Part 6

  ...Janice watched as Tiffany sat on the desk. "Are you guys like talking about me?" Tiffany pouted.

"Don't worry my doll... don't try to think about it just relax Frank and your mom need to have a little chat."

"Oh okay!" Tiffany giggled as she began to pull her fake tits into a pink leopard suit, she found on the Frank's desk.  When did Tiffany get such huge fake tits?*giggle*

"Sowee for not knocking boss!" Kitty said.

"Don't worry about it Kitty, you did fine now will you give the three of us some time alone?"

"Like sure I'll be right outside!" Tiffany said as she turned and left through the door.

"Tell me why you came here... Janice I believe it is? Tiffany has told me about you some."

Janice gulped. "Well... I think Tiffany put something into my orange juice... some sort of sugar... I think I'm addicted, I need more. I was hoping she got this sugar here..." Janice trailed off hated what she was saying.

"Yay BIMBO sugar!" Tiffany giggled.

"Oh, yes I believe I know of what  you're talking about. Tiffany seems to be quite fond of it. Is it true you did it, my doll?"

Tiffany thought for a moment with her finger suckling between her lips before nodding. "Yeah I did! I wanted mommy to like loosen up n have some like fun for once!"

"Ah, and do you feel like you've loosened up some Janice?" Frank asked.

"I do," Janice nodded.

"Well if you really do need more of this drug as you say I can surely get it for you. But you see this drug is free only for employees of my club."

"I'll do anything, I hate my normal job." Janice said.

"Good, I think I can find use for you here. Maybe not as a stripper since you're a bit old and plain... but maybe as a bartender or the like."

"Oh thank you so much," Janice said. Feeling a bit bad about herself after what Frank had said. He was so commanding... his words were the only thing that seemed to stick in Janice's fueled haze.

"There are some documents you will need to sign if you are really working here and of course you will have to call your normal job and quit." Frank said as he opened his drawer. He then pulled out a pink bottle.

"Then you will get your fix." he smiled.