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Insulting Her Career TG
🕑 Added 2024-10-28 07:00:01 +0000 UTCEthan stared at his reflection in shock, unable to process what had happened. He barely recognized himself. His girlfriend, Mia, stood behind him, a satisfied smile on her face as she admired her handiwork. The man he once knew had been transformed into something entirely different—a seductive figure in a shimmering gold bralette and matching panties that clung to his slim, now curvaceous frame.
"I told you, Ethan," Mia said coolly, "you shouldn’t have insulted my career."
It had all started that afternoon. Ethan had made the mistake of mocking Mia’s work as a professional dancer, saying it wasn’t a "real" job and how she spent her nights "parading around for tips." That had been a step too far. Mia had snapped, telling him she would show him exactly what it was like.
Now, here he was, standing in front of the mirror, his masculine features softened by makeup and the glimmering outfit. His chest had been padded to give the illusion of full breasts, his hips were enhanced by hidden padding, and his legs—smooth and sleek—looked longer than ever in the towering gold heels she had strapped him into.
“You’ll be dancing tonight,” Mia said, her voice firm. “You need to make at least $1,000 by the end of the night. If you don’t, I’ll send you out as a hooker to make up the difference.”
Ethan’s stomach twisted at her words, but he could see from the glint in her eyes that she wasn’t joking.
“Mia, this is insane—"
“Shut up.” Her voice was sharp, cutting through his protest. “You wanted to know what it’s like? Fine. Now you’ll learn.”
Ethan gulped as Mia pushed him out of the dressing room and into the neon-lit world of the club. The music thumped, the lights flashed, and around him, the energy of the place buzzed with life. He felt horribly out of place, but he had no choice. He was no longer Ethan, the man with a regular 9-to-5 job. He was now a stripper, his job to entice and entertain.
As he stepped up onto the stage, the crowd of patrons below watched him with eager eyes. His heart pounded in his chest, his hands trembling as he gripped the pole. He could feel the eyes on him, the hunger, the desire from the men sitting below.
He started to move, awkward at first, but as the music washed over him, he forced himself to play the part. He spun around the pole, hips swaying, his body moving in rhythm with the beat. The lights danced off his shimmering gold outfit, catching the attention of the crowd. He knew he had to make them want him if he had any hope of reaching the $1,000 goal.
But it was harder than it looked. The other dancers moved with grace and confidence, while Ethan felt like he was fumbling his way through the routine. Every time he tried to get into the flow, his mind reminded him of the reality of the situation: he was dancing for his life.
Hours passed, and the dollars came in slow—too slow. Patrons would throw bills onto the stage, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Panic began to creep in as the night went on, and with every failed attempt to seduce the crowd, the clock in his mind ticked faster.
By the time the club was nearing closing, Ethan had barely made half of what he needed. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and as he collapsed in a chair backstage, he knew he had failed. He didn’t want to think about what Mia would do now.
That’s when the three men appeared.
Ethan had seen them earlier, watching him from the edge of the stage, their eyes following his every move. Now, they stood in front of him, tall and imposing, their gazes filled with lust and amusement.
"Looks like you didn’t make your goal," one of them said, his voice low and smooth.
Ethan’s throat went dry as he tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.
The second man chuckled. "Guess that means you’ll be coming with us."
Before he could protest, they grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. He felt his stomach drop as the reality of what was happening sank in. He had failed. And now he would pay the price.
Mia’s voice echoed in his mind: If you don’t make the money, you’ll leave as a hooker.
As they led him out of the club and into the night, Ethan felt the weight of his situation pressing down on him. His heart pounded in his chest, fear and humiliation mixing in a sickening swirl. The men were clearly ready to take him for a night of pleasure, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He had thought his words had been harmless, just a casual insult about Mia’s career. But now, as he was pulled into the waiting car, he realized the lesson she had been determined to teach him: this world wasn’t a joke, and he was now living the consequences of his careless words.
