"Thanks for getting me out of prison dad. But couldn't you have found me a man to swap with? Or at least a woman who didn't look like one of our strippers."
Clark said to his father Neil after he had gotten out of prison by swapping bodies with Sarah. "She is one of my strippers." Neil explained.
"I guess that explainsthe tits. And the outfit.
So when am I getting my new body?" Clark asked.
"What do you mean?" Neil asked back.
"Don't get me wrong, it's going to be fun to check out this body. But when am I getting a dick back between my legs?" Clark asked.
"Don't worry.You'll be getting a dick back between your legs sooner than you think." Neil said and chuckled.
"Good. Because these boobs are just ridiculous... Nice
to look at though." Clark giggled.
"Do you know why I got you out of prison?" Neil asked.
"Because I am your son and you love me?" Clark said.
Neil just laughed. "It is because I know you are weak and would not get through prison without ratting me out." Neil explained.
"I woul never!" Clark exclaimed.
"You tried to do it before the trial! You tried to rat your own father out. But my laywer stopped you from doing it.
Now Sarah wont talk. She can't. She knows nothing. And in five years she will be replaced and get a body of her choosing as payment.
You meanwhile will be the new Sarah. Only you, me and Sarah know who you really are.
And if you behave it will stay that way. You wil be stripping at my club. And you will be the new whore for my boys. They deserve to get their dick wet." Neil explained.
"Daddy please!" Clark begged. "Call me daddy one more time and I will tell everybody who you are and what you tried to do.
Think the boys will be gentle with you then? It is Mr. Olsen for you now. And I swear if you don't do what I say I will make sure you get sent back to Iran or whatever piss pour excuse of a country you come from.
Think you will be better off there? Now you have to be on stage in 40 minutes. You better get ready.
And I will be watching you very closely." Neil explained and laughed as Clark broke down in tears.
Clark had never been on the stage before. He had never
been a slut. But he had no choice. He had to obey his
father and hope that somehow he would find a way out of
this mess. He put on his costume and started to dance.
The men in the audience whistled and shouted. Clark
could feel their eyes on him. He could feel their
desire. He hated it. But he had no choice.
He could see his father at distance watching him as he fucks his gang members
