Prompt: The Shapeless Seductress (Part 1)

Summary: An exotic dancer is kidnapped by an evil scientist, and is injected with foul serums, rendering her body pliable, soft, and amorphous. She struggles with her new body, sometimes claylike, sometimes gooey, always alien. Commissioned by an anonymous user. 

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Part 1

One of the hottest exotic dance clubs in town had been floundering in recent years, but the rise of one Wanda Wright seemed like it was the beginning of a great bounceback for the bar. It wasn't enough to right the ship, and the manager was clear to the staff that the club was on the verge of collapse. But one day, out of the blue, the club had been bought entirely, the management replaced, with big promises of a resurgence, chasing bigger clients. Everything had happened so far, but for Wanda, it was business as usual.

Wanda didn't know a thing about her latest client. The boss had stressed his affluence and wealth, and the significance of being specifically requested by him, by name even. But she didn't think much of it. She was the hottest commodity at the club, and she made a killing with her private performances for people with deep pockets and particular fantasies. She was a professional, and she preferred not to ask questions, not to get involved. But the nature of her work demanded a certain intimacy, even if just a presentation of it, so she committed herself to the role she would play.

It wasn't until she was in the same room as Mr. Blackhart when she stepped back for a moment. She couldn't put her finger on it, but the man had an icy aura to him. His grey eyes stared at her, his brow twitching. His hair slicked back with product revealed more of his expression. He was aging, his features mildly wrinkled—the look of a man looking to the countertop, to stave off the march of time.

He had a hungry look in his eyes, his gaze focused on Wanda's immaculate, well-oiled, luscious skin, the lighting giving it a sort of auburn glow. Stripped down to a bedazzled sequin two-piece bikini that left little to the imagination. Usually she would make a show of undressing herself, slowly and painstakingly, but she was told the gentleman insisted she cut to the chase, to reveal herself bare.

She acquiesced, and began her routine. In rhythm to a pulsating beat that rocked the room, she approached a pole, and began to rock, gyrating her body in wide circles. She showed off her flexibility, raising her leg vertically and leaning against the bar; as the cool metal caressed her vulva, her eyes focused on the man, rocking her body as she slid up and down. She curled her legs around the pole and twirled around, allowing a teasing view up her bra; she had all the assets where they counted, and her seemingly effortless twirling accentuated her upper and lower body strength.

The man grinned, leaning back in his leather recliner. With a boney finger, he beckoned her closer. Her four-inch high heels clicked to the ground as she performed a classic runway model stroll. He had what appeared to be a large briefcase set to the side of his chair. Maybe he had come straight from work.

Settling in his lap, she spread her legs, so her chest was pressing into his.

"You like what you see?" She purred, licking her lips. She worked her body slowly, preparing to ease into a sensuous lap dance.

"Yes... exquisite." Mr. Blackhart chuckled. "I wanted to get an especially close look at you, Miss Wright."

"Well... drink it all in. Turn your attention only to me..." She commanded, easing into her role. Yet the man seemed chillingly unphased.

"I wanted to get close enough to speak to you, Miss Wright." He tilted his head. "You're quite the specimen among the girls here as the most beautiful performer... your reputation certainly precedes you."

"That's why I make the big bucks, Mr. Blackhart." Wanda bragged with a smirk. "You talk too much. Perhaps settle in for the show, and I'll show you a good-"

"You misunderstand me, Miss Wright." His grin widened. "The performance is not what I'm after. I merely wanted to appraise your... perfect body."

Wanda's gyrations paused. She grimaced, turning to the older gentleman.

"...Most guys slide in here looking to take a break from their happily married lives." Her eyebrow perked up. "I take it you aren't one of them."

"No, no, nothing like that. Merely a... scientific appraisal of a perfect specimen..." He had a hungry look in his eye, reaching to stroke her leg.

"Hey, no touching." She grunted. "That's not a perk you get."

"Oh? But I bought your time, miss." He blinked. "Do I not get the full pleasure of your company?"

"I don't care how much you paid." Her eyes narrowed. "No touching. I'm not a toy to be played with."

"Ohhhhh, I beg to differ..." He chuckled, licking his lips, a predatory look in his eyes. "The second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine~"

His sleeve shifted as he moved suddenly. KCHNK! Wanda yelped in sharp pain as she felt something sharp slip into her thigh, a pressure coinciding with it. She knew that sensation, of something being forcibly injected into her! She didn't let herself panic, raising her heel to kick him square in the shoulder, pushing herself away as she collapsed to the floor.

"Wh-what the hell!?" She stuttered. "Get away from me, creep! You know you're on camera, right!?"

"Oh, I'm sure you have many questions, but I'm afraid we don't have time to go over all of them right now." He grinned, rising to his feet, seemingly oblivious to the streak of red staining his white outfit from Wanda's piercing kick. His wicked eyes, complemented by his evil smile, sent shivers through Wanda's body...

...Actually, her entire body seemed to convulse and shudder, icy pulsations trickling across her skin.

"The serum I injected you with has some side effects, a happy accident really. Some fast-acting sedative properties, to prepare the body for what's to come." He explained coolly, kneeling next to her. Wanda tried to get away, but her body went slack, like a puppet with its strings cut.

He pressed a finger to Wanda's thigh; it had gone numb in a matter of moments. Her eyes widened in panic as his fingers pressed against her skin, he raised his hand, leaving a visible, eerie imprint!

"Truly the perfect specimen..." He grinned. "It will take time for the serum to penetrate your entire body... sleep..."

Wanda couldn't find the words, her throat going numb. Her vision going dark, she passed out, alone in a room with the leery, evil man.

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