Within the audition room, the blue- and red-dressed women were standing at full attention, thrusting out their chests as they stood by the door. In front of them was a line of four very pretty girls in the exact same stance, staring ahead of themselves glassy eyed with a dopey, pleasant smile on each of their faces.
And in front of them was Sailor Venus, strolling up and down the line with her hips swaying and hands clasped behind her back. The aura she gave off was somewhat akin to a porn parody version of a drill sergeant inspecting the troops. She would walk by one girl, undo the top few buttons on her shirt. Pass another, adjust their skirt to show off a little more leg.
"There are several kinds of girls that arrive at an idol audition," Venus said, turning so that her back was turned to her new minions. Minions! She had minions! Oh, so exciting! "And it seems to me that the five of you hot pieces of ass might well represent each and every single one of them! To my mind, this is a good thing. Our hypnotic stripping empire - a stripnopire, if you will - will only thrive and flourish through variety in our sexuality, and sexuality thrives when we indulge in expression of self to the point of excess."
Heh. It was almost a shame that they were all hypnotised like that. Otherwise, they'd have been all over that. She was really cool just there! Give them a little smouldering look over the shoulder, and they all sighed, and their eyes fluttered a little bit. Whether it was her conditioning or not didn't matter either way to her. So far as Venus was concerned that reaction still made her wet.
So now she turned around again to face them. "Risa," she said to the dark-haired one on the far left. "You are the super-cute chick that guys feel the urge to protect. You came here to be an adorable idol for the sake of your fans. As such I shall teach you to nurture and enhance that effect. Your cuteness will be your sword and your shield."
"Yes, Mistress Venus!" Risa said, and with naught but a gesture Venus bade her climax there and then, but also to remain standing in attention. Risa's eyes rolled back into her head and her entire body shuddered adorably, yet she obediently remained standing even though her body was being overrun by pure delight.
"Next, there is Ayumi," Venus continued, moving down the line towards the girl in rather over-the-top dark clothes that, well, certainly made her stand out. It almost looked like you could cut yourself on the cloth of that skirt. She wore a series of black and white garments over her large-breasted body, complete with a bone-white bow around her neck, attached to a black leather collar. Her striped stockings and skirt created the perfect amount of thigh exposure that was the very definition of "absolute territory". Combine that appeal with her dark gloves and the corset that pinched her waist together like her stomach was made of clay, and it was clear the girl knew how to get the focus on her body. Even before she told them all about that.
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Heh. Check those losers out. Just like the others, they didn't have the "it" factor. They didn't know how to make a real stunning first impression. Because in the end that's what matters. Get remembered. Get attention. Then hoard that attention like a squirrel gathering nuts for the winter, because then it'll last that much longer and get you that much further.
Ayumi swished inside the audition room with triumph written across her face and a cocky hand on her hip. Individual. Unique. Memorable. All of them were immensely positive qualities to have. With her talent backing up her looks she would absolutely blow them away.
That said, she absolutely had to give some props to the Sailor Venus cosplayer heading up the audition. Spitting image, right down to the hair!
"Take a seat," said the red-themed woman, and so Ayumi did with an overflow of confidence. Then, to her surprise, all three of them got up from their table, walked around and stood around her in a semi-circle, then began walking around her with an oddly rhythmic style. Sort of rolling the hips while staring down at her.
"A little strange to see a goth-styled beauty like yourself at an event like this," the Venus lookalike said. Her hand reached out and trailed along Ayumi's shoulder and up her cheek. "What was your name again?"
"Ayumi," she said. Huh. This wasn't exactly how she'd imagined this audition to go, but more power to them. A unique audition for a unique idol. "I'm not the dark and brooding type, if that's what you're worried about. Would you like me to sing now?"
"No, not yet," the Sailor Venus fan cooed, and then all of a sudden Ayumi felt something land in her lap. It was Venus' skirt! "Instead, we'd like you to watch us. We will be the ones auditioning for you, my pretty little goth."
It was the strangest experience watching someone that looked exactly like a popular hero move and dance like that. Her hands were above her head, pulling up a large amount of her hair while her entire body seemed to be wriggling and writhing in place. It was even stranger still watching those other two women stand on either side of her, pull their leotards down their shoulders, reaching the point where any further would've revealed the bare skin of their breasts, only to pull them back up without a moment's warning.
Though the strangest part of all might be that Ayumi kind of wished they hadn't done that. Their dancing was so... Intense. The music they had started to play in the background didn't make her want to sing. It made her want to move. To join them. To...
To quickly close her eyes and clasp her hands over her ears. "Like hell I'll let you hypnotise me!" Ayumi yelled! "I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to fall for - Ah!"
It wasn't even fair. How did they know that was her weak point? How could they have known that until two weeks ago, when she'd decided to audition to be an idol, she used to have her nipples pierced? How could they have known they would be so sensitive that as soon as a pair of hands started playing with them she couldn't help but open her eyes and see - And see -
Sailor Venus completely naked, kneeling on the floor. Both Red and Blue were standing next to her with their backs turned. Also naked. Venus' hands were rubbing up and down the inside of their sexy thighs while the two of them were using their hands to explore their own bodies. Standing still. Yet still dancing. So erotic. So sexy. Ayumi's arms went limp and dropped completely from her ears.
"Hi," said the person groping her breasts from behind. The hands pulled her boobs closer to Ayumi’s torso, flattening her nipples before tugging on them. Whoever was doing this to her tits was some kind of evil hacker, bypassing all her firewalls and getting right into her sexual mainframe, which was reprogrammed in seconds. Each twist of the nipple was like another button press on the keyboard, each flick was a click of the mouse. Soon the sensitivity of her nipples expanded so her whole chest was a gigantic erogenous zone more vulnerable than her womanhood, and Ayumi’s body trembled as the girl spoke up. "I'm Risa. What's the matter? Don't you want to be a stripper? You'll be the center of attention in ways you could never imagine before!"
"I- I'll do it!" Ayumi moaned. "I'll become a sexy stripper goth chick! Oh, please let me strip!"
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"The truth is, you wanted to draw attention by being different. You wanted to blow away the judges with your attitude and talent. You wanted to show them that you can be goth but still be an idol. That's why, I will teach you to dance in a way that controls the perception of anyone watching. They will see only what you want them to see."
"Thank you, Mistress Venus!" Ayumi yelled at the top of her beautiful voice, and Venus rewarded her just the same way she had with Risa.
"Ginko," Venus continued, addressing the third of them, who was standing there in a rather exaggerated, over-the-top, colourful, frilly dress that almost seemed the absolute embodiment of an idol stereotype. The pink-haired girl in question absently blew out a big pink bubble that shortly thereafter popped, and was then pulled back into that sweet, sweet mouth.
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A person can be smart. But on the whole, people are idiots. Peer pressure. Herd mentality. These are real things. People pretend that they like smart things, smart people, but if you really look at pop culture trends they tend to settle eventually on the stupid things.
Therefore! Ginko would be a stupid bubblegum princess. She'd nailed the look. Nailed the personality. And on top of that she'd nail them all with the performance. Her voice was like the gift of a goddess, and all these advantages she had... Actually made her feel a little bit sorry for the others. They were probably pretty talented themselves. Dreamed of becoming famous, maybe rich too.
Still! She'd feel even worse if they had to settle for someone they weren't 100% happy with. If that wasn't her? Oh well, she'd get it next time. But they all couldn't win anyway so the only thing left to do was to be their very best.
With that in mind, she skipped into the room while blowing bubbles from her bubblegum, letting a great big one pop just before giving them all a friendly salute and chirping, "Hi, I'm Ginko! Please to meetcha! Teehee!"
"Take a seat, Miss Ginko," a woman said, and so off she skipped to do exactly that. Ah! An assessment of her personality before seeing her talent level? That made sense. They would want a particular image; probably wanted to keep out those that would make trouble for them.
"Say, did anyone ever tell you you're the spitting image of Sailor Venus?"
"All the time," the lookalike said with a warm and cheery smile. "So, how would you describe yourself?"
"Well, Ginko is a nice girl!" she said, deliberately raising her voice and twirling absently with a stray strand of hair. It sounded vapid. But every move, every action was carefully calculated. "I wanna sing and dance 'cause I wanna make people happy! That's just the kind of girl I am!"
"Very well then," the Sailor Venus lookalike said. She and her assistants walked around the table until they were standing right in front of her. "Having a lot of energy and personality is essential in this line of work. Please permit us to show you the kind of dance you would be performing for us. I think you'll quite like it"
It wasn't like any dance Ginko had ever seen before, if she were quite honest. Sailor Venus - it was simpler to think of her as that since she hadn't introduced herself, which was admittedly a little weird - pressed her hands together and put them straight up above her head. The two hands began to gyrate in an almost sensual manner, and the effect passed on down through the rest of her body. There was something so sensual and exotic about the rather simple dance that it made Ginko squirm a little in her seat.
Then, to her surprise, both of the assistants approached Sailor Venus on different sides of her body. Blue acted first, lifting her rather long, immaculate leg up and around Venus' waist. Then, with her hands placed upon Venus' shoulders she swung around until she was upside down, with her legs around Venus' torso. Then Red took her turn, hanging on to the other side of Venus' body and using her to lean back, back with one leg lifted high into the air, to the point that when she unbuttoned her shirt it simply fell down her head.
All the while Venus was continuing her undulating, wavelike motion, rolling her shoulders, rolling her hips and shifting her weight from leg to leg.
"A living pole dance," Ginko mumbled in a voice more like her own. She didn't even notice the bubblegum dropping from her mouth. "That's so risque, so ingenious and avant garde!"
It was a brilliant example of teamwork. Even while they were dancing around her as though she were a pole, the assistants were also stripping themselves down <i>and</i> Sailor Venus at the same time. Her mind was so caught up in how creative it was, how original and inspiring and beautiful that she didn't even think for a second how unusual this was given the context.
"So, how about it?" Venus asked, taking time from the routine to blow Ginko a kiss. "Wouldn't you like to become a stripper instead of an idol?"
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"You wanted to use this idol position to launch your singing career. That's why you put on the act of the sweet bubblegum princess that's interested in nothing more than singing, chewing gum and looking pretty. But there's two other things on that list now, isn't there, Ginko? What are they?"
"Dancing and fucking," Ginko replied with a completely in-character giggle.
"You're so sweet," Venus said with a pout. "You're so sweet that I'll teach you how to dance in such a way that it lowers the defense of anyone watching. They'll want to be close to you no matter what. You're just so sweet they won't be able to resist."
"I totally agree, Mistress Venus! Oooh!" Heh. She was only keeping up the facade because Venus found it kind of hot having her wear that mask even though she didn't need to. Her induction was certainly a funny one. Walking like that, blowing bubbles and pretending to be a complete airhead right up until the induction started and she completely dropped the accent right around the time Blue's skirt hit the floor. Her protestations started out quite a lot more eloquent than her portrayed personality indicated, and certainly more still than where she was when she finally succumbed.
"And, finally, Yuuki," Venus said, resting her hand on the shoulder of the last audition. A short-haired chick who had arrived in rather more casual wear than the others. A pair of jean shorts and a tanktop were not the kind of thing you would ever expect to see at an audition, but there she was.
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A girl waves goodbye to her mother as she skips inside the building. She's wearing a big flowery dress in the same kind of way that she might an oversized bag of potatoes. She enters the building, immediately beelines to the bathroom, tears off the dress and stuffs it into a bag that contains a little more space inside than it looks like.
Yuuki checked herself out in the mirror and liked what she saw. "No way will they want me like this," she smirked. "Jean shorts and a tanktop? I'll be lucky if they don't kick me out as soon as I'm in there! Hah! Don't know what the hell Mom was thinking sending me to this bullshit!"
This whole thing was daft. Idols. Pfft! Who needs 'em? If it was up to her she'd be out there with those guys she hung out with all the time playing baseball or something. Whatever. She'd just bide her time among these other girly girls and wait. And wait. Then Mom couldn't say she didn't at least give it a try.
Eventually it was time for her to be called. Yuuki bucked herself up and went in there like a stampeding rhino. Hah! Let's show 'em how this works, shall we? She'd play the game, and then play to lose deliberately.
The judges were all women, which surprised her quite a bit. She'd been expecting a team of lecherous men rather than some kinda slutty women. Whatever. Yuuki took her seat, crossed her legs, folded her arms and stared at them. To her surprise the blonde chick in the middle got up, walked around and leaned down in front of her. Looking her right in the eye.
"You don't really want to be here, do you?" she asked. Huh? Not quite the response Yuuki'd been expecting. The chick ran a hand through her hair, then stepped back, lifted her own chair over the desk and planted it in front of Yuuki with the back turned to her, and then sat herself down in it. Her head sort of nodded left and right like a metronome as she stared Yuuki right in the eyes. "Let me guess. Your mother made you come? Even though you don't really like this sort of thing."
"That's right," Yuuki said. "Singing lessons since I could talk, just about. Dancing lessons, fashion design. The whole works! Crammed it right down my throat until I choked. I'm way more into sports and stuff than anything to do with this crap. No offense."
"None taken," the blonde said with the warmest smile Yuuki could remember seeing. "Your attitude was just about daring me to send you home. Don't worry. I won't try to make you into an idol or anything like that. Instead... Why don't you let us entertain you?"
"If it's all the same I'd rather leave."
"But if you stay, we'll make it so you never have to audition again."
Yuuki had actually gotten out of her seat and made for the door before hearing that. Never have to audition again? That sounded too good to be true!
"What's the catch?" she asked, still keeping her back turned.
"No catch," was the reply. "Only... Watch us dance. Then we'll offer you a different sort of job that should get you the freedom you so desire. A tomboy like you deserves a little bit of happiness as well, doesn't she?"
"What kind of job?" Yuuki asked, and now she turned around to see the blonde chick was kneeling on the ground with a leg on the chair, giving a clear and enticing panty shot (or underside-of-leotard shot) to anyone that had a care to look.
"You might say it's a kind of sport," Blondie said, rising to her feet. She hit a button. Music started filtering into the room. Yuuki suddenly felt a pair of hands on her sides, caressing her hips. Making them move in time, in rhythm to the music and mirroring the movements of the girl almost perfectly. "It's competitive. It's athletic. It has specific rules and it's a total workout."
"H-Hey, get your hands off!" Yuuki demanded, trying to pull away from the two assistants, but their damn hands seemed to be just about everywhere. Heck. Even when she could escape their hands, their damned boobs kept on rubbing up against her. Worse thing was, even her attempts to escape were lining up with the beat of that music. "I don't wanna dance, dammit!"
In spite of that, she did a whirl in place and felt her eyes roll up and a whimper escape her lips. What was this? Dancing had never felt so good when she practised. It was awkward. It was lame. It was... It was... When had the assistants moved away on their own and why was she still moving her hips? Why couldn't she stop dancing? Why would she want to?
"If you work for us you can feel this good all the time," the blonde said, suddenly behind Yuuki and cupping her cheek, making her turn around into a tender, loving kiss. "All you have to do is admit that you want to become a sexy tomboy stripper...."
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"You did not wish to be here at all, did you? No. Your mother forced you to attend against your will, didn't she? You weren't interested in singing and dancing. She tried to force you so hard into it that you resented it, and developed interest in things boys tended to like instead. Your own act of rebellion. That's why your dancing style shall be one of sexual dominance. You will make people so hot and bothered, they'll take off their own clothes without even noticing!"
"Sounds great, Mistress Venus!" Yuuki said, and Venus chuckled a little bit. Have your reward as well. Of course, they would have to sort out her mother also, but one thing at a time.
Her team was gathered. Put them alongside the already hypnotised girls the organisation had been setting up and, ooh, Venus was biting her fingernail. They'd need to be re-hypnotised to follow her instructions instead of those of the former boss. This was all so hot she could barely hide it anymore!
Although. There was still the problem of the other Sailor Scouts. Even though Venus wanted to do nothing more than strip and brainwash people through sheer sex appeal, she knew her friends wouldn't exactly approve. They would make the misguided mistake of trying to stop her, even though this was what she wanted to do from now on. They'd complain that she'd clearly been hypnotised herself - and they'd be right but whatever, who cares?
"Alright, Red and Blue!" Venus said. "I want you to give these girls the training I asked for just now. Then when we're all done, I'm going to send you girls out to educate my friends on the glory of stripping!"
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If anyone had thought to ask them, not a single one of these three pretty girls could tell you which of them had thought of linking arms like this to walk down the street. It just sort of happened, with Ami taking the middle spot, the real Usagi taking the left, Makoto on the right and the fake, pseudo-heroic Usagi taking up the rear.
To begin with, let's call her Herosagi. Her eyes were fixated on Ami's butt and legs and waist and oh god that hair! The wishing rock was the cause of that. She knew it was the cause of that. Knew that it was making her not care.
Still. She really was tempted. Sorely, sorely tempted. Her capacity to resist Ami was pretty much gone at this point. If that girl asked for almost anything she would probably get it even before the wishing rock was thought of. Every single movement was calculated to cause maximum arousal no matter the angle she was viewed from. A real genius bimbo ditz in every possible meaning.
There was only one way to save the others from this awful, awful temptress now. And that was to, you know, have sex with her. Have sex with her to the point that she wouldn't want it from anyone else, therefore taking all of the strain from them and setting them free from the spell of seduction. It made perfect sense to her. Absolutely perfect sense.
Though there was another thought on Herosagi's mind: Rei and Minako. What had happened to her - er, rather, Usagi - was a bit on the random side, which meant there really was no way to tell what had happened to the others. Which left her feeling a trifle conflicted. On the one hand, Ami was right. They shouldn't just use the wishing rock to sort out everything. On the other, the two of them might be in a fair bit of trouble and they had no way to know.
"Maybe it would be a better idea to split up?" Herosagi asked, making the others stop for a little bit. "If I remember correctly, Minako was supposed to be going to an audition. Right? Maybe me and Makoto could check that out while the other me and Ami can head to the shrine?"
"Splitting the party always ends in tears..." Makoto observed, snuggling up into Ami's shoulder. Not jealous. Not jealous at all! "Then again I suppose it already is. What do you girls think?"
"... My gosh, these breasts are like pillows," Usagi mumbled. "Uh... I mean, yeah, sure! I don't see any problems with splitting up. It will cover more ground quicker, I guess?"
Well, on the bright side Rei likely wasn't in any real trouble anyway. She was pretty tough, she was smart, she could probably handle whatever was going on with her just now, if anything. Right? Right!
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There! That ought to teach that pervert a thing or two about being a pervert. Satisfied that she'd asserted dominance over the situation, Sailor Mars climbed off the still panting and moaning whore she'd tied up on her bed and considered the situation carefully.
Since this was clearly an imposter, it meant there was something going on just now that she didn't know about. Something changing her room, trying to pervert her as well. Something that, she noted, had completely failed. Heh. She rewarded herself a little by smacking the fake Sailor Moon's butt, and then gave it a firm squeeze to really wring the life out of it.
"Who are you really?" Mars insisted. "Answer me, slut! Your real name, and why you look so much like my friend!"
"Honey, you can call me whatever. You. Want. Oooh, right there! That's the spot!"
"You think you're tough, don't you?" Mars sneered. She playfully stroked up and down her captured enemy's legs. "Well, I know what'll always break a pervert like you! Orgasm denial! Let's see how long you last then!"
Well... In at least one sense you might be able to say that Herosagi was correct. I guess?
- Usagi and Ami arrive at the shrine.
- Herosagi and Makoto encounter some of the Stripper Empire.
- Minako trains her minions.
- A real enemy suddenly attacks!
- Something else
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