The Fixer Pt. 01

The next morning she woke up and checked her emails, the concept of a day off still not entirely embedded in Badiha's psyche, it was filled with the usual schemes and projects she had made herself a cog in to get money and favours, a few party "invites", which for Badiha meant someone wanted her make sure they didn't dirty their hands fixing whatever illegal elements they wanted. She also found an essay from Grace, expressing every depth of gratitude she could plumb for the experience Badiha had organised.

The next email after Grace's became another moment that defined Badiha's life. Despite everything Grace had chosen not to be subtle about the experience she had been through, and the person who had organised it for her. As Badiha now was staring at an email from one of Grace's private school friends, also asking for a curated sexual experience.

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Dear Ms. Badiha Sehgal,

We haven't met but your reputation precedes you. I've heard you can fix it for girls with strange desires to have our fantasies come true and I'm in a position to pay whatever it costs for such a service.

As long as I can remember men have never treated me the way they treat my friends. I've never understood it, I am bustier than average and am not opposed to sexual experiences. Nonetheless nobody wants to be the one who crossed me in any way, including any perception of an unwanted advance, so while my friends are off having wild sexual experiences I'm often left behind. This has gotten even more acute since I became a junior partner at my mother's law firm.

I want one night where people are looking at me with lust. In short, I want to be a stripper. I want to perform at a strip club without any risk that it will affect my day to day life. Can you make this happen?

Yours sincerely,

Bella Maximus

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On the one hand Badiha sighed, another wealthy woman who thinks it's scandalous to have a working class job. But when she researched Bella further the scale of the favour she would owe overwhelmed Badiha.

Badiha's rise to being a fixer (of sorts) was unusual, the average fixer would either be a lawyer willing to bend their career to a behind the scenes life of cleaning up messes, or a private school chum who doesn't mind being the name on a series shell companies set up to take the heat that would otherwise be taken by his friends. That being said, fixers didn't really compete as it was seen as mutually destructive, they always seemed to have a way of carving out networks to operate in. That's how Badiha knew about Clementine Maximus, a terrifying cleaner of corporate messes, senior partner of Maximus and Jones, and mother of a legal assistant/aspiring stripper.

Badiha stared at her computer, if she accepted this request, she knew it would cement a new reputation, the weird fetishes of the upper crust would become known as her stock and trade. She wasn't sure if that was the direction she wanted to go in, but being owed a favour by the daughter of a woman who had made war crimes disappear was one hell of a temptation.

At first she made some enquiries, just to gauge how easy it would be before she made a decision. Then she found herself getting carried away planning every twist and turn, enjoying the perverse ingenuity such a task requires. She pretty much had the whole experience planned when she gave in and emailed Bella with a time and place to meet.

...

When Badiha saw the woman waiting for her in the lobby of the Royal Thistle Hotel, she couldn't help but wonder if her problems were simply caused by the waves of intimidation she seemed to emit. She cut a stern presence as she stood tall and powerful, shooting various bellboys and valets contemptuous looks through her rectangle rimmed glasses. Her tied brown hair and power suit clearly signalling that her visit was a professional one, and her profession was far above you. The whole look also did a fine job obscuring her young age, Badiha had figured out she was at school with Grace, so probably only 23 or 24, but no girl so young would cause people to cower the way Bella did.

"Ah, Ms. Sehgal, thank you for taking the time to meet with me." Bella politely acknowledged, shaking Badiha's hand.

"Please call me Badiha, your proposal is mutually beneficial enough to be on a first name basis." Badiha replied, leading Bella to the hotel restaurant she had made arrangements with. The manager showed Badiha to a booth she was very happy to have found for this plan, out of the way of restaurant staff, customers and any CCTV systems, it always felt like a blind spot on the world.

"So can we talk candidly here?" Bella asked.

"Absolutely, it's the entire purpose of this table. Important people such as us reserve this table for sensitive discussions. It even has a standing arrangement with the staff that none of them will approach the table unless we call in an order from my phone."

"Great, I want to be a stripper, I want a room full of people looking at my sexy body, ogling me, treating me like a piece of meat. I want to finally see lust in people's eyes rather than fear." Bella splurged as Badiha sat back and relaxed.

"That's good, because that's what I have arranged to happen."

"What? When?"

"A couple of hours from now."

"Hang on, I thought we were just going to discuss details, you've already got it organised?" Bella squeaked in disbelief.

"Very much so. Did you wonder why I asked to meet at a hotel in Edinburgh when we are both based out of London. Another benefit of this place is that there are no cameras between this booth and the maintenance stairway over there. Furthermore, a very important man is having a meeting in a conference room, he's flying in by helicopter and flying out again tomorrow. I have made arrangements for us to borrow that helicopter on its outbound flight when everyone thinks it's just going back to the airport, to drop us off in Aberdeen. I have made arrangements with a strip club in that area to have you perform." Badiha calmly explained.

"Oh my god, and nobody will recognise me?"

"I scoped out this club carefully, even at the long odds of someone you know happening to be in Aberdeen, and happening to want to visit a strip club tonight, the reputation of this one would certainly put off someone from your circles, this place is a popular hangout for people who work on oil rigs, pretty rough. Although just in case I've asked security to keep out anyone who seems out of place." Badiha explained while the stern exterior of Bella melted into a blushing bashful woman, squirming with the sudden nervous realisation of what she wanted. "Should we head off then?"

...

Badiha had been surprised that Bella was capable of giggling, let alone how much of the journey she had spent doing just that. Their taxi from the heliport had snaked through the back streets of Aberdeen and stopped outside a service entrance with a black nondescript door. Badiha had organised that once she had talked to security, it would be an unobstructed walk from the back door to the changing room set aside for Bella.

Badiha had bought Bella's outfit, guessing her size based on photographs she had seen. So when Bella stepped out of the changing room, Badiha couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the tight and small police officer costume barely stretched over Bella's ample frame. Bella however loved the tightness of the clothes, the outfit of an authority figure undermined by its owner's body bursting out of it appealed to her. Her hair was still tied up in a professional bun hidden by the police hat, but her glasses had now been replaced with contact lenses to soften her look a little. She started walking towards the stage, surprisingly sturdy despite knee high leather boots with platform heels.

Bella stood to one side watching the previous act spin around a pole, Badiha had not anticipated this level of enthusiasm, Bella was not due to dance for another half an hour. Badiha spent the next five minutes hectically bribing the DJ and the other strippers to let Bella jump in the queue as Bella felt her pulse quickening at the sight of the stripper practicing her craft and the rush of truth that she would be doing similar next. Eventually as the woman collected up her clothes and left the stage, Bella heard the call from the DJ.

"Please welcome to the stage, Constable Cocktease!" He announced as Bella strutted out. As she reached the pole and looked out over the audience, the DJ played Fuck Tha Police by NWA and Bella began to dance and gyrate herself.

Badiha let the courteous smile fade from her lips as Bella's face fell to a rabid grin, her hands barely able to stop shaking long enough to unbutton the policewoman's dress revealing the skimpy underwear underneath. Bella was intoxicated by the cheers and catcalls of her adoring audience, freed from the crippling burdens of respect and fear.

Badiha decided to wander through the audience, she couldn't believe someone was so ready to give up an aura that protected her. She thought about the friends she had growing up that would have given anything to be feared and respected, to not be treated like a piece of meat. She thought about the number of times she was selling drugs and pervy men would ask if her body was also for sale. The very same sort of men who filled the bar to cheer as Bella released her heaving breasts from the skimpy bra she had been provided and shook her tits for the audience's approval.

Bella peeled off her sodden knickers and the men openly lusted over her, their arousal holding back their disbelief of a stripper with an unshaved bush gracing the stage. Her eyes darted along a succession of erections pushing up trousers and ravenously licked her lips as she threw her hat to one side and let down her hair. Tousling her hair and running her hands down her body, she was enjoying herself as only someone of privilege could.

'oh you like having an honest job do you?' Badiha thought to herself as Bella gyrated on stage, showing off every inch of her debased body. 'alright then, let's give you a full shift shall we?'

Badiha cast her eyes over the bar and spotted a large weathered man cheering boisterously for Bella. She wandered over to him and sat at his table.

"You like this one? How would you like a free private dance with her?" She sadistically asked. The man eagerly nodded and Badiha led him towards the private booths the club had for this purpose. "Wait here, she'll be with you shortly."

By the time Badiha returned to the club, Bella had finished her stage show and had retreated backstage. Badiha smirked as she made her own way to the dressing rooms to find Bella redressing in her original clothes.

"Oh Badiha, that was perfect. I'm so happy and horny right now." Bella splurged.

"Why are you putting your normal clothes on, you're not done yet." Badiha informed. Bella stopped and looked confused. "You said you wanted to be a stripper, well the stage show is just one part of that, you have a gentleman who has paid for a private dance waiting for you in booth 6."

"Wait a minute, you mean I'd be up close and personal to a man? Dancing for his arousal?" Bella spluttered.

"Yeah, it would be suspicious if you stripped on stage but weren't available for private shows. So you have to keep going or people might suspect." Badiha lied, she didn't think anyone would suspect who Bella was any more than a German 8 year old would suspect if Buster Keaton started driving their school bus. Nonetheless Bella nodded and began to change back into her police outfit.

"You don't need the full costume, just the underwear, and if anyone pushes their luck with you call for a bouncer, you're just there to dance for them." Badiha quickly advised to assuage her guilt at putting Bella back out to work.

As Bella strutted to the private booths, Badiha rushed to the currently empty manager's office. With the amount she'd bribed him to make tonight happen she was pretty sure he wouldn't mind her watching the action on the CCTV monitors he thought he had kept hidden. Badiha made a note to delete the main stage footage when she was done but for now she settled for turning off recording and watching the show.

The man's face lit up as Bella entered the booth, he had been waiting for a bit longer than comfortable and had started to wonder if he had been tricked before Bella walked through the curtains. She began undulating in front of him, leaning over to whisper things in his ear before grinding herself on his lap. She straddled the man as she took off her bra, letting him lean forward and smother his face between her breasts. Badiha frowned, she was already playing fast and loose with the rules.

Bella stood up, keeping her back to him as she pulled her knickers down over her knee high boots, giving the man a good look between her legs. She stepped away, turned, and kneeled between his legs, mocking that she was giving him a blow job, her hand beginning to slide between her legs. Badiha's eyes bulged out of her sockets as she watched Bella sit back and begin masturbating for the benefit of this man. She held her lips apart as she started rabidly twitching her finger over her clitoris. The man reached down his trousers and began clearly jerking himself off, which only encouraged Bella more.

Bella was clearly orgasmically moaning at this point, Badiha hoped she could at least keep her voice down enough not to attract attention. She sprang to her feet and whispered into the man's ear, her hand never leaving her pussy. The man looked disbelievingly for a moment, but at Bella's insistence he began to squeeze Bella's breasts with the hand he wasn't using to jerk himself off with. His hands ran up and down Bella's body and in no time at all his hips bucked as he came in his pants. Bella didn't stop despite her client's completion, that a man wanked himself off at the sight of her naked body only spurred her on, she collapsed on the floor and screwed her eyes tight as she climaxed harder than she had ever done before.

Badiha watched as the man, sharing the booth with a distracted stripper, began to collect up her bra and knickers in preparation to leave. Badiha knew she should stop him, she knew if she did nothing Bella would have to walk back through the bar naked and the questions that would raise, but she did nothing. Her face curled into a grin at Bella being robbed of her clothes and facing the indignity of walking back through the club naked. Her mind wandered even further, what if she locked Bella out of the changing rooms? What if she left her naked and alone in the middle of Aberdeen? How violated would this privileged slut get if all connections to her old life were abruptly severed, leaving her as the degraded stripper she had asked to be. Badiha felt a tingle in her knickers just thinking about it.

Then she remembered her mother could have her disappear, never to be seen again and decided to delete some CCTV footage while letting Bella retreat back to the life of safety she was so determined to shirk.

"Woah, what a rush." Bella announced as she entered the changing room.

"Bella, what happened to your costume?" Badiha asked, enjoying watching Bella squirm at her lapse in judgement.

"I figured I'd walk back naked, you know for the thrill." She lied.

"Oh really?" Badiha replied. "In which case what kind of fixer would I be if I didn't help you with that. The bar closes in an hour, how about we get a drink?"

Badiha knew she was pushing her luck, but at that moment she had Bella's ego in the palm of her hand and she wanted to exploit it. Bella had degraded herself for everyone in the bar, but now this powerful woman was either going to admit she was out of her depth, or bend to the will of a drug dealer from Tower Hamlets. A girlish giggle escaped Bella's mouth and Badiha knew she had her.

"Sure." She replied, trying to hide her nerves. "I could go for a drink.

Badiha looped arms with Bella and they walked out to the bar together. The world seemed to stop and stare as Badiha took her prize to the bar and ordered a couple of cocktails.

"The other girls aren't going to like some tourist giving a free performance." the bartender warned as he passed two martini glasses towards the girls.

"Tell them if they don't complain there'll be a grand each in their tip jars at the end of the night." Badiha replied before turning back to her conquest, "you don't mind covering that do you?"

"Of course not." Bella replied, strangely unnerved that Badiha could be calmly discussing financial compensation with her while the whole club stared at her naked body.

Badiha stared at Bella, drinking in her humiliation, admiring her gambit of bringing low such a formidable woman who threw herself upon Badiha's trust. She couldn't tell if she was disappointed or relieved that Bella still seemed to be enjoying herself.

As they say at the bar drinking in the situation, a man walked next to them, he ordered a beer as he nonchalantly placed an arm around Bella's hips. Bella gasped with arousal, but Badiha decided this was a bad road to go down and that she needed to stamp her control on the situation. Summoning up all the intimidating presence she had previously witnessed from Bella, she stood up.

"Excuse, I'd thank you not to touch my property without my permission." Badiha announced to the club, peeling off the man's arm. The man was clearly angered by being called on this but Badiha didn't waver in her intimidating gaze. A more savvy client of the strip club moved into the situation.

"Please may I grope your property's tits?" He asked, de-escalating the situation to his advantage.

"Yes, you may." Badiha replied, not breaking eye contact with her quarry. "Sex object, present your tits to be groped by that man." Bella was startled by the order, but nevertheless obeyed, thrusting out her chest so the man could wrap his hands around her ample breasts. Her moans of delight mixing with Badiha's hard stare the soften the other man.

"Fine, please can I feel your property's ass?" He sighed. A smile crawled across Badiha's face and she nodded.

Soon Badiha found herself acting as gatekeeper to Bella's body as more and more men asked to squeeze, pinch, and spank Bella. The distraction to the club so severe that the other strippers had given up and retreated back to the changing rooms to be ready to go home as soon as Badiha finished up whatever she was doing and paid them.

"Hey, the women taking orders for the slut." A man yelled to get attention. "Could you get her on stage so we can all enjoy her?" Badiha felt it was a reasonable request and led Bella over to the stage, as she was walking over the bell for last orders was sounded and the club was aware their fun would soon be over.

"Alright, I wanna see this slut get fucked on stage." One guy yelled, but Badiha immediately turned the stink eye to him, Bella was there to show off, not to prostitute herself out. The club groaned as Badiha shook her head.

"What about you then?" Another man yelled.

"I'm not doing shit, this here's the show." Badiha fired back, shaking Bella's tits for emphasis. Bella giggled at her debasement, then quicker than Badiha could handle she spun around and pressed her lips tight to Badiha's face while the club cheered on the sudden expression of lesbian lust on stage.

Once she had finished kissing Badiha, Bella backed up with a smile on her face. Badiha looked around and suddenly figured out Bella's gambit, her perception to the crowd had just changed, she was now part of the show, Bella had just committed a coup on stage and Badiha had been reduced to a fellow performer.

"Looks like we're in this together now." Bella whispered mockingly in Badiha's ear. Badiha couldn't believe this, her self-imposed position above Bella was not just about self-gratification (although she was unwilling to admit it was a huge factor), she was also protecting Bella from the worst machinations of the gathered men by leveraging her status. Once again a woman from privilege was removing her safety nets just for the thrill of it, something Badiha found increasingly confounding.