DNA Valkyrie - Chapter Twelve: The Show Is On

CHAPTER 12: THE SHOW IS ON

“Now, before we proceed, you do understand that you are accepting to be bred by me tonight? Not at a later date, but before the end of the night. You won't be leaving this building until we have mated. Understood?” Joss confirmed while escorting Cynthia out of his office as he made sure to leave Quentin behind.

“Sure. Whatever. That works.” She asked.

“This is going to be very special. I want to make it unique... Profits have been down these last few weeks,  hard to tell why, but I think we need to mix things up a bit... That's where you come in, Heart. I need you to get us through this rough patch,” he said.

“Well, I can try a little harder... but it’s not like I'm even the most popular girl you've got, right?”

“Sure, but no matter who it is, Saurius, Urzax or Human girls, it just seems to me like the usual stripping acts aren’t enough any more. That’s why I'm hoping to propose something a little different to our bored audience tonight.”

“What do you mean? And how boring can a strip club get?” She asked.

“Oh you'd be surprised, Heart. Though I wouldn’t expect a dull bitch like you without any business knowledge to understand that,” Joss said to her with a changed expression on his face. He never did like it when his girls annoyingly questioned his motives. His favorites were the ones who simply obeyed his every command. Cynthia had always annoyed him this way, among others. However, her body had always been just too good for the lecherous Salamander to bring himself to get rid of. He managed to force a smile after answering her. Joss didn't want to risk blowing this golden opportunity when he was this close to his prize.

Bright neon lights from the interior of the club kept flashing all over the couple as they walked together, stepping out from the backstage of the establishment and crossing over into the front of it where most of the beautiful performers were. Tonight, Cynthia would have been the sole Human to work at the club. All the other dancers currently working at this precise time of night were Saurius ladies.

Green and blue neon lights flashed brighter on Cynthia as she now stood next to two large crowds of patrons.

“Okay. While I'm not quite sure what you have in mind, you want me to go on stage now, right? I guess we’ll do it after, huh?” Cynthia asked Joss. They could barely hear each other with the thundering music that currently reverberated throughout the club. The music that was being played tonight was pretty unusual for this place. While the club was mostly filled with the sounds of modern pop, a totally new sound was in the air tonight. A piece of much darker music. A synthesized, darkwave, borderline horror-like style that surprisingly amped Cynthia up more than her usual coffee or energy drink would.

“What?” Joss asked in return, unable to hear her pretty voice, buried under the loud music.

“I said: What do you want me to do first? Dance or sex?” She yelled, though no-one but Joss could hear her.

“Look, you've agreed to my terms all ready, right?”

“Yes... And?”

“Well then, that means you’re still working here and you’re late as fuck for your shift you dumb broad! Go on and get ready. We’ll be starting a special late-show in ten minutes.”

“O-okay... Thank you, boss.” Cynthia turned to leave, before asking one last question. “What about the sex though? I didn’t think you’d want to wait until after?”

“Oh trust me, slut. I can't wait at all…” After that, Joss simply stared at her with perverted eyes and smiled at her with the biggest grin Cynthia had ever seen.

In the backstage of the club, The Blue Heart stood alone in one of the very small dressing room reserved for performers. It seemed as if things were looking up for her. Sure, she’d have to fuck her gross boss, and probably bear his kids too, but she would still have her job. With the money she’d make, she could afford to keep both of her places. She didn't want to get pregnant of course, but she meant what she had said earlier. Joss had a disgusting face, body and personality. His dick wasn’t at all bad though, especially for a Saurius of his size. He was also pretty rich. If she was nice to him, maybe even married him, then he would look after her. Plus, if they were married, he would be the only Saurius she would have to sleep with so long as she continued to produce his offspring. All things considered, now that she had no exemption from the I.S.R.A., it would definitely be better to give herself to Joss than to stay single and allow just any random stranger with a license to use her as they saw fit. This could just work... A small price to pay to keep most of her current life-style in-tact.

The Blue Heart had completely removed all of the striking clothes that made Cynthia Widdowfield, the beginner, wannabe, hard-boiled detective she kind of was. But Cynthia was not here tonight. It was no longer her.

Only The Blue Heart remained.

After observing her own reflection in the many mirrors around her in the dressing room, taking an unsure look at her naked body, not in a vanity way, but rather in a complex, self-conscious, self-judging way, she turned around. Her big butt now facing the many mirrors. The naked Blue Heart looked down at a ‘brand new’ stage outfit Joss had dropped for her on a stool. She had worn many, different, performing outfits for work, but she had never seen this one before.

She picked up a piece of the costume, a pair of long, bright, frosty blue colored gloves that could potentially cover her entire forearms. The rest of the outfit still lied on top of the stool before her. Of the very same flashy, frosty blue colour, there were long, high-heeled boots, a skirt, bikini underwear, and a strange corset type top.

After looking at it for a little while, The Blue Heart started putting on some of the clothing elements before her. She started with the high-heeled boots. She slipped her right foot inside one of them, laced it up, then did the same for the left.

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk...

She walked on the solid wooden floor of the dressing room, testing her performing walk with these new boots she had never tried before.

After developing a sensual sway to her walk, she grabbed the odd corset that was resting on top of the stool. She placed it in front of her naked torso and took a look at herself in front of the many mirrors before her to help visualize how this outfit might look like on her.

The corset had two big, heart shaped holes for her nipples. It seemed almost tailor-made for her, the way it matched her exact dimensions and uniquely shaped areolae. Perhaps it was.

After getting dressed, The Blue Heart quickly tossed the cum stained private investigator outfit aside. Her time was almost up, and she needed to get out there, but she noticed something had fallen from the inside of her trench coat. The picture of her and her Mother that she had found earlier. It was the only thing she had salvaged from her trashed apartment. The photograph was no longer framed. It was loose. Unprotected.

She squatted down on the floor, picked it up, and held it close to her face once more.

Memories kept flowing back to her.

She remembered what her Mommy did for work way back when she was only a child. Her Mother was a businesswoman. A decent and hardworking one too.

But one time, when Daddy brought young Cynthia with him to go pick Mom up from work, the two made a surprising discovery. In her small office, visible through the crack of the door, the two saw Mommy getting fucked doggy style by her boss. She remembered that she seemed to be deeply enjoying it.

This was one of the final moments she had spent with her Father...

Back in the club, despite the unique musical ambiance of this night, the crowd was not at all pleased with tonight’s performances. All of them were bored. Many were soon about to leave. Most already had... The remaining audience was a mix of Humans and Saurius. If they weren’t drinking, they were having conversations with each other since they currently had nothing to look at, no performers were on stage right now.

It was dead.

Most of the strippers had finished their shifts and simply were too tired to continue dancing for a crowd that no longer appreciated them. Not that they were lacking for talent, rather that the men seemed less interested as of late. Times were tough in this part of town. Joss was probably right about this state of affairs. Business was bombing yet again. This was exactly why he had wanted to change things up tonight for this special performance...

“And now, to close up the night dear, loyal, patrons, we proudly present to you the long awaited performance of your favorite human girl. Please make some noise for The Blue Heart!” The announcer yelled as she stepped out onto the stage.

The bright, frosty blue high-heeled shoes that went up to her knees, the long gloves that stopped near her elbows, a skimpy skirt that barely covered her bikini style panties, the corset that did a very poor job at hiding her belly. While the corset had giant holes for her nipples, they were currently covered by the pair of trusty pasties that she had retained from her previous show. The ones that Sebastian the butler had returned to her. Additionally, The Blue Heart also wore another accessory to go with her costume, a mask. A masquerade mask. Not something a hero would wear but rather something phantom thief would don. The mask itself was of a dark, navy colour while the foreground was beautifully decorated with sparkling, winter mood silver stripes all over it.

Her arrival on it’s own did absolutely nothing to excite the crowd. She was several hours late after all, and the club didn't usually schedule performances this late into the night. The Blue Heart still confidently walked up to one of the metal poles over at the edge of the stage very close to where the patrons were sitting. She smiled at them while most barely looked at her. They were getting tiered, and had blown through their money hours ago. It, of course, saddened her to see that she wasn’t making quite the impression she originally thought she would. But then, something else surprised both her and the audience alike. It was the sound of the announcer’s voice once more, which rarely happened after the dancer had been introduced.

“And now, as a last minute change to our program to close tonight’s performances, we would like to welcome the owner and manager of our sensual club... Here comes, Joss The Boss!” The announcer yelled, filled with energy in his voice.

What?

Just like the announcer said, Joss, walked onto the stage and joined The Blue Heart.