DJ Hypno's Harem Tactic

The club was packed. Sadie couldn't remember being in a place that was so exhilarating. But wasn't that just perfect? She was 21, and having her first nightclub experience! She hoped she'd dressed right. She'd ripped her tightest T-shirt across the boobs to show off both her impressive cleavage, and her taste in music. Maybe the Daisy Dukes were a little much, but the boys didn't seem to mind. Sadie batted her eyes at one, and received her first free drink. She smiled as she lifted her margarita to him, but the sip made her grimace. She hadn't known what else to order, but anything had to taste better than this!

"Excuse me, miss."

Sadie turned slowly, expecting another drink and ready to flirt. Instead, she found herself facing the bouncer. He was more like a mountain than a human being, with all the expression of a pile of rocks. "Can I help you?" Sadie asked.

"DJ Hypno noticed you in the audience. She wants to know if you want to come onstage."

Sadie felt a thrill. Someone had noticed her! The person who thought she was hot enough to dance was only a girl, but still. She smiled, and put down her drink. "Yes, of course! What does she want me to do?"

"You'll know when you're up there."

Sadie followed him, noting the envious looks from the other girls in the crowd. She hadn't managed to get close enough to the stage to see the DJ yet, but now she could make out a brown figure, clad in a white baseball cap and a tight black tank top, working the board. Pretty, Sadie thought.

There was a woman already dancing for the audience, gyrating like a stripper and throwing her long hair around. As Sadie watched, she took off her shirt, showing the audience her hot pink bra and enormous, perky breasts. The viewers went wild as she ran her hands over her boobs, squeezing them as she fell to her knees.

Sadie tapped the bouncer on the shoulder. "I'm not going to have to do that, am I?"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

OK. Good. The current dancer was definitely... extreme. She'd thrown herself in front of DJ Hypno now, and she was... oh, goodness. Sadie averted her eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea.

But the crowd was screaming, and the dancer was now gone. The stage was hot and bright, and Sadie felt the bouncer behind her. She stepped out, determined not to make a fool of herself like the last girl. She waved a few fingers at the audience. "Hiii."

"Hello."

DJ Hypno's voice was mellow and pleasant. Although it came from the speakers on stage, Sadie whirled to face the DJ, who grinned. "First time?"

"Y-yes. I turned 21 today."

"Fresh meat!" The crowd went wild as DJ Hypno played an elaborate scratch. Sadie felt butterflies in her stomach. Hypno really was a gorgeous woman. Now she smiled again. "Don't worry. You're doing great. Just take a look up at those lights for me."

Sadie peered out over the audience. "Up there?"

"Yes. Just watch the lights as they change color, flashing, going black, then getting bright and going back again. Keep your eyes on the lights."

Sadie saw that the lamps above were oscillating different colors. They shone pink, then blue, then yellow or green. Each color blended into the next seamlessly. The audience fell away. It felt good to look into the lights. She hadn't been so at ease, all night long. The more she watched, the easier it was to watch, and the easier it was to watch, the more she relaxed. And drifted. Drifted into DJ Hypno's voice. So sexy. She felt a tingle in her pussy that reminded her what a sexy woman Hypno was. How she could submit to Hypno's control. She wanted that. She needed that. Sadie sighed as her nipples began to buzz. It was OK to touch them. DJ Hypno said so. And wouldn't it be fun to dance?

Sadie moved her hips back and forth, her eyes still fixed unblinkingly on the lights above. She was an exotic dancer. That's why she felt so sexy. Sadie moved her pelvis in a wide arc, pussy first. She was such a sexy dancer. And she wanted to obey DJ Hypno. A beat in Sadie's ears made her strut and bend over, giving her audience a good look down her barely-there shirt. Then, she ripped it off completely and luxuriated in the feel of her hands running down her tight abs. DJ Hypno was her goddess. She would obey DJ Hypno. Throwing herself to her knees before her Mistress, Sadie tore off her bra and pulled her nipples. She pleasured herself for DJ Hypno, moaning in ecstasy. Nothing was as good as obedience. Sadie was beyond happy to be such a good slave. It was all she wanted.

But what she was doing wasn't enough. She had to get these little shorts off. Sliding them down her long legs seemed to take a million years, but when Sadie had, her black thong was all that was between her and the pinnacle of obedience. She would touch herself for DJ Hypno and please her. Yes! Her fingers slipped past the tiny strip of fabric, and into her wet, slippery vulva. Sadie had almost never masturbated before, but then again, she'd never been so turned on. She felt her clit as though it were an electric button between her legs, wet with her lust and need to obey. She rubbed hard, harder, fast, faster, her body shaking with the effort of remaining on her knees.

Finally, at last, DJ Hypno looked down at her with a smile like the Cheshire Cat's. "Come," she commanded, and Sadie screamed as she collapsed onto the warm wooden floor of the stage. Distantly, she could hear people cheering, but she was in too much ecstasy to know anything but climax. She was obedient. She was obedient. She was obedient!

When the orgasm finally ebbed, Sadie lay on the stage, her mind blissfully empty, awaiting DJ Hypno's instructions. When Mistress told her to rise, Sadie did. She followed Mistress's bouncer back to the green room, the place where Mistress wanted her to wait. There were others there, too, and Sadie joined them in staring blankly, mindlessly at the wall. There was nothing else she wanted. In her mind was only the eternal flashing of DJ Hypno's stage lights.

...

Raina was already into her second Manhattan when the bouncer approached her group of friends. "Hell yeah I want to go onstage," Raina screamed. "I can't even see that shit from this third-tier table. I'm a VIP, baby! Take me to the show!" Her friends whooped and cheered, and Raina danced as she followed the bouncer into the most exclusive part of the club. Some chick was walking off stage behind another bouncer—Was she naked? Nooo, that couldn't be. She must be wearing a bodysuit. Raina wasn't worried. She just wished her friends could see how she was going to tear up that stage.

DJ Hypno was a fox. Her eyes met Raina's, and for the first time, Raina felt a flash of apprehension through her buzz.

"Hello there," DJ Hypno said. "Welcome to the stage. Just take a look up there at the lights for a minute..."

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