Recruitment Process

The sun was setting by now, so Luke decided to head to the club, content with today's potential new crop. 15 minutes later when Luke arrived there was a line already forming at the door, but he was distracted by the sound of a furious voice coming from the back.

"I dont care about your rules! I DEMAND you let me in to see her this instant!"

At first Luke thought it may be an obsessive fan of one of the girls, but it was definitely a woman's voice, and that didn't track. As Luke turned the corner he saw a short brown skinned woman wearing a conservative dress that went below her knees. She was certainly pretty enough, with shoulder length black hair framing her delicate face and deep, brown almond eyes. She was quite the looker and seemed very familiar to Luke, though the visual was ruined by the scowl across her face as she harassed the bouncer.

"Is there a problem, ma'am?" Luke offered helpfully.

"Of course there is, it's 7:00 pm on a week day and I'm at the horrible establishment and my dear Sara is inside being coerced into performing!" She shouted.

Luke nodded in understanding. Sara was a beautiful Indian girl he had brought in about two months ago. At 18 she was the youngest girl in the club, and with her huge chest and exotic looks she quickly became a top draw. Luke knew she came from a very conservative background, and was not surprised her mother would have this reaction. Luke decided the first move should be to remove her from causing a scene.

"I totally understand, ma'am. I'm actually with the Better Business Bureau here on another complaint, but if what you say is true and your daughter is being coerced, i can have the police here in 5 minutes. Can I get your name?" Luke asked.

"Myra," she responded, looking somewhat placated now that she felt she was getting somewhere.

"I can't do anything just yet, but if you'll come with me to my car i can take your statement while we await back-up," Luke said, gesturing to the parking lot and his SUV. Myra nodded graciously, then shot a spiteful look at the bouncer. Luke threw him a wink and heard a chuckle as they went to the car.

"When did you learn your daughter started dancing?" Luke asked politely, after pretending to send a text to his "back-up".

"Last night. For weeks I thought she was just staying late after school to study and had a part time job, but last night her little sister followed her to work because she'd been suspicious of her absences at home."

"Suspicious sibling, good to know..." Luke mumble, making a note in his phone.

"What was that?"

"I said she has a caring sibling, good thing she followed her from home." Myra nodded. Luke asked her a few more questions and after learning her plans to take legal action, decided it was time to take care of her.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny spray bottle that looked like it was for bad breath, and sprayed a small spritz at Myra. She coughed a few times as the mist hit her, growing angry.

"What was that?!" Myra practically spat at him.

"Sorry, breath freshener, i must have missed my mouth," Luke lied casually, monitoring the beautiful woman's reaction. It was actually a substance designed to greatly reduce the inhibitions and defenses of any person who inhaled it for a short time, making them much more docile and susceptible.

The anger was fading off of her face already and she stopped coughing, just looking confused and a little tired now.

"That's...it's alright, just be careful," she said lamely, her anger and confidence fading away.

"Are you sure? I actually think you'd like the smell if you gave it a second chance," Luke said, spraying her again.

"Wait, unnnn..." Myra sighed as the mist reached her, this time inhaling deeper.

"Yes, that's actually lovely," she admitted, her breathing now long and deep. Luke could see the effects taking hold and acted quickly.

"So, Myra, you were saying you wanted to do something about your daughter..." Luke said slowly, leaning in close to her.

"Mmmm, yes...something should be done," she said, dazed and leaning in to him as well. Luke wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close, looking her dead in the eyes.

"But what if she's happy there? What if she likes dancing for men? You have to admit you have a beautiful daughter with a gorgeous body, what's so bad about her enjoying showing it off?" Luke said softly. Myra's mouth was hanging open as she looked into his eyes, her mind lost in a thick fog.

"But...but...it's...wrong..." she managed to say, the words slurring together.

"But is it? She likes to feel good and sexy, and sometimes things that feel wrong can feel so good. Naughty can be sexy," Luke said, his final statement stronger and more confident as he held her gaze. Myra stared, eyes glossy.

"Naughty...can be sexy..." she repeated slowly. "But Sara, my little girl-"

"Isn't a little girl anymore, she's a grown woman, with desires and needs, just like you. You're such a beautiful woman yourself, I'm sure you have strong desires and naughty thoughts, don't you Myra?" Luke asked, reaching a hand under her long dress and stroking her surprisingly toned legs.

Myra let out a small giggle, (a sound she seemed incapable of making mere minutes ago), and nodded. Then she shook her head and frowned, catching herself.

"Nooo, stop...not naughty..." she mumbled, but them Luke sprayed her in the face one more time.

Myra gasped, then smiled as she took in her deepest breath yet. The spray had done a wonderful job turning her mind into a docile mush while her instincts and desires began to run her body in her minds absence.

"There's a good girl, Myra, isn't that better? Isn't it better to just let yourself be a little sexy? Be naughty for me, Myra; be naughty for yourself," Luke whispered as he began playing with her pussy over her damp panties. Myra moaned, eyes rolling for a moment as she enjoyed the sensations. When she refocused she was staring straight at a grinning, confident Luke, and she smiled back at him dreamily.

"Tell me what you want, Myra, tell me what your body needs," Luke commanded as he slipped his hand under her underwear and slipped his fingers inside her.

"I...I want you, i need you." she moaned, then leaned in to kiss him deeply. They stayed like that for a few moments, kissing and groping in the front of the car. Myra, the fierce Tiger mom now mewling like a happy kitten as Luke brought her to orgasm. She shook as her muscles tightened and she buried her face against his chest to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Luke moved his seat all the way back and unzipped his pants, releasing his stiff erection. Myra looked at it and grinned, then hiked her dress up and pivoted to a straddling position. She tore her panties off and then lowered herself onto him.

They fucked for what felt like an eternity to Myra, having never let herself get lost in the pleasures of sex before. She bucked and moaned as she slid up and down his cock, pulling her dress down and moaning as Luke slid his hands under her bra and kneaded her full, luscious tits. She came several times and was growing tired, but Luke wasn't done with her. He pulled her close, pressing her forehead against his and staring into her eyes.

"Look into my eyes, deeply, Myra, feel your mind cloud even more, feel your mind floating away, your thoughts leave you, you will evaporates, all you want to do is fuck and follow my words, isn't it?"

Myra's eyes rapidly glazed over, and while her body continued riding the young man below her, her face grew blank as she stared deeply into Luke's eyes and nodded.

"You want to be a good girl and do as you are told, because that gives you pleasure, You want my pleasure, you need my pleasure, you crave the ability to just fuck and follow, not a thought in your mind. Fuck and obey me, Myra, fuck and obey," Luke practically growled at her, feeling his own orgasm building. Myra nodded dumbly.

"Fuck and obey..."

"Say it again, and every time you say it you feel yourself becoming more and more obedient to me, you will obey my every word and command. Begin."

"Fuck...and obey..."

"Again," he command, slapping her ass.

"Fuck and obey!" Myra practically shouted.

"Don't stop," Luke said, picking up his pace as he got ready to finish.

"Fuck and obey, Fuck and obey," she moaned, sounding and looking punch-drunk as a smile emerged on the mesmerized woman's face. "I obey you, I obey, I obey!" Myra shrieked as she came harder than ever before, crying out in ecstasy.

Luke groaned as her pussy spasmed around his cock and he threw his head back as he came inside her. Myra kept riding him, babbling about obedience as she finally slowed to a stop, collapsing against his chest.

Luke looked at Myra and smiled.

"You did so good, Myra," he said, patting her head softly, "so good."

Myra sighed happily, unable to speak in her post-orgasm daze. A few minutes later Luke was standing outside the club's front entrance waving goodbye to Myra as she happily drove away in her own car. He had given her a one-time dose of the spray he used on her and instructed her to use it on her other daughter just before bed and to call him so that he could tie up that last, suspicious loose end.

Luke made his way to the front of the line and walked on into the club, enjoying the sights of his hard work. Sara was onstage, nearly through her Snake Charmer routine, only a gold veil and matching gold thong still "covering" her wonderful body. One of the bartender's quickly approached him.

"Hey, Luke, new talent here to see you, an Asian student in the managers office and another woman currently waiting upstairs in one of the VIP rooms," the burly bartender said to him.

"What does the other one look like? It's been a busy day."

"Picture Diane Kruger in Troy, but with the ass of an Olympic gymnast." Luke laughed.

"Alright, tell her I'm on my way up in a few minutes," Luke said patting him on the back.

Luke grabbed one of the strippers currently walking the isle's, a short blonde dressed like a typical school girl. He quickly triggered her, leaving her staring up at him without a thought in her pretty little blonde head.

"In the office is a new girl named Jasmine, go in there and play the orientation audio and set up a screen for her, make sure it's the one with spirals, then you can return to the floor."

"Yes, Master," she nodded, then walked away.

He took a seat back over at the bar and threw back a quick shot of gin, taking a few moments to enjoy Sara's exquisite body movements before he went upstairs to finish brainwashing the freshly divorced millionaire.

"God, I love my job."