Ashley arrives late to her therapy appointment and finds Dixie there instead of her usual therapist. She says, “You’re not the usual person. Oh well…lets just get this over with. I am in a rush today. I want you to mesmerize me to be more confident when asking for a promotion and help me with not breaking my diet.” Dixie smiles, she isn’t actually a therapist but is there because her husband is having an affair with Ashley and she wants to teach her a lesson. She says “Of course. Please lay back we will begin shortly.” Dixie puts headphones on Ashley to begin her session and then leaves the room. Ashley becomes mesmerized by the recording and when her eyes fall closed, Dixie comes back into the room. She implants a trigger to bring her in and out of her trance by a snap of her fingers and instructions that she will be her submissive slave and do whatever Dixie tells her to do when mesmerized.
The first thing Dixie does is have Ashley make a video with her phone saying “I’m a bisexual whore and anyone who wants to can have sex with me, they just have to pay me to open my legs.” She says “I’m ready to be fucked, call me boys!” Then Dixie tells her to post it to all her social media with her phone number. She then tells her that, from now on she is to be a dumb, horny slut and that she will make good on her offer to anyone who calls her, that she will fuck them for money and then bring the money to Dixie. Dixie brings Ashley out of her trance and she is filled with happiness. She giggles and tries to make out with Dixie and grope her but Dixie pushes her off. Ashley’s phone rings and she stops groping Dixie to eagerly answer it. At first Ashley is disgusted that someone is asking her to come fuck but then her trigger kicks in and she’s willing to do anything for the right price and she couldn’t be happier to be making easy money. Dixie laughs and when Ashley asks her why she’s laughing, Dixie snaps her fingers and puts her back to sleep. She says, “I’m laughing because now you’re gonna be my dumb little stripper” and snaps her awake. Ashley starts doing a sexy strip tease, shaking her ass and pinching her nipples. She grinds on Dixie’s lap and talks like a bimbo, saying she wants to go meet her client so she can get her pussy nice and wet. Dixie smiles and says she didn’t know Ashley was such a whore. Ashley says she loves being slutty and Dixie cant help but touch her hot naked body. Dixie rubs Ashley’s body and slaps her ass. Ashley cries out in pleasure and begs for more. Dixie bends Ashley over her knee and spanks her cheeks till they are bright red. Dixie gets up and Ashley falls on the ground and cries while holding her ass. Dixie then snaps her awake but says she will be completely unaware of what happened during the session but all of her suggestion will remain intact. When Dixie snaps, Ashley wakes up and immediately grabs her ass in pain and cries out at Dixie wondering why she’s naked and why her pussy is wet, but then the trigger kicks in again, this time permanently. Her expression changes back to horny slut and she starts talking about how much she’s going to suck cock and get gangbanged and that she’s going to go work at the strip club cause all the guys want to fuck her. Dixie says she thinks it was a very successful session and Ashley agrees, saying she loves going to the therapist. She pays Dixie all the money in her wallet and leaves, still naked. As she walks out, Dixie laughs and mutters, “Stupid bitch,” under her breath. *This is a custom video.
Tracey De Santa from Grand Theft Auto V doing a (mostly) first-person-view private dance.
A little something different this time around! A few glitches with her model because I had to swap stuff around, and there’s a few instances of clipping since I had to basically trick her into playing her animations while facing roughly the right direction which took longer than I’d like to have spent pushing a virtual twenty-something around a strip club for. Animating the camera on this was really fun!
Inspired by a “review”that@tawneybel did a while back. Please check her stuff out!
Also, please forgive me for the quality! I love writing, but smut is NOT my forte, despite my desires to take a crack at it. Still, I hope you enjoy it XD
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He knew not the number of times he died to the feral, lanky, scimitar wielding she devil known as “The Dancer Of The Boreal Valley”. All he knew was that if he died one moretime, he planned to bring a step stool next so that he could shove his foot way up her ass!
The battle started promising… But then, they always did. As tall as she was, The Dancer was deceptively fast. Lurching forward, hunched as she moved. The heels of her metallic boots loudly clicking across the floor. Slow, deliberate. And when he’d charge in to shank her heels with his claymore, the she beast would pivot on her heels and smack him across the room with her enchanted scimitar.
Five minutes in (a new record), and the frustrated knight struggled to stand. All out of the refreshing, life rejuvenating estus he kept in his flask, the knight watched helplessly as The Dancer descended upon him. Standing up, her back bending far back as unnaturally as the rest of her moved. Preparing her sword to chop him in half for what felt like the billionth time, the frustrated knight could only sigh in frustration. A half hearted chuckle escaping his lips at how ridiculous the situation was.
“So, do you do lap dances?” he snarked
Right as she started to swing her sword, The Dancer froze. Something that the knight did not expect. Not justbecause he didn’t expect anyone to take such a sarcastic tone so seriously. All this time he assumed his opponent, alluring though she was, had the mind of a feral beast.
Before he could even ask her if she understood him the entire time, the towering scimitar user aimed the tip of her sword right at his neck. A threat that might’veworried him, had he not died several times before.
“Hsssher-RAGHHRRLL!!” the Dancer snarled
Okay, so she’s “kinda” feral… thought the knight, frustration returning in full force, Six of one…
When she brought her sword back to impale him, the knight, thinking that maybe she wanted him to repeat what he said, decided to indulge his opponent.
“I-Iasked if you do lap dances!” he called out to her once more
He watched her movement with fascination. The way her head tilted in confusion, how her hips swayed when she shifted her weight. Tapping her foot, knuckles pressed into the side of her hip.
“L-Lappff…Danssss…” the Dancer repeated, sounding annoyed by the remark, slurring her words with boiling feral rage
Smirking underneath his helmet, the knight thought that maybe there was a way to win after all! Who knew that it would be through negotiation?!
“Y-Yeah!” he insisted, trying not to get too excited, “You’re the Dancerof the Boreal Valley, right? We’ve been fighting all this time, and I haven’t seen you dance once-”
In the blink of an eye, her large helmet was inches away from his own. Crawling now, leaning in with one hand pressed against the floor.
Right…Deceptivelyfast… thought the knight, goosebumps marching down his spine
The edge of her flaming sword caressed his neck. When she hissed, he could feel her breath through the slits of his helmet. The chill of winter air seeping through, along with the fading scent of honey and lilacs.
“Gr-rrrRRR-LAAAAP D-DANSSS?!” she bellowed, her booming voice causing the whole room to shake
“Oh, come on!” he shot back, “With a sexy body like yours, how could I not think that?!”
“S…Sexxx…eeee…?” the Dancer repeated, head tilting again
The knight started to blush. Admittedly he did find her physically attractive, though that part he didn’t mean to blurt out.
“I-I mean, y-yeah! You’re… Y-You’re kinda cute…” he bashfully told her, with his frustrations creeping in, “Y’know, when you’re not trying to chop me into-”
With a flick of her wrist, the Dancer hurled her sword to the far end of the room. Then she reached out with her hand, and shoved the knight onto his back. Watching her creep up to him on all fours made the inside of his helmet feel hot.
“Mmmm…” she cooed, reaching with her hand, pinning his back to the floor
With her index finger, she traced a line from his chest down to the crotch of his leggings.
“W-What are you-” was about as far as he got before she ripped a gaping hole in his pants, exposing his throbbing cock
“S-SSseXXxx-eEEeE…” the Dancer gasped with pleasure, gnashing her teeth together behind her helmet, droplets of drool seeping out and coating his cock
Her hand lashed out like a viper. Grabbing him by the cock, she pulled him closer. Gently stroking his excited member as she reeled him in and tucked him under her crotch.
Fearing that he might’ve bitten off more than he could chew, the flustered knight said, “H-Hey, n-not that I-I’m not e-enjoying this… But, m-m-maybe we s-should slow down-”
“UurrrRR-RREGHRL!!” the Dancer hissed, slamming a fist down inches away from his helmet, causing the floor to buckle and break
Then, she uncurled her fist, and tucked it behind his helmet. Prying it off his head, she then reached for her breast plate. When she removed it, she giggled when she saw his eyes bulge.
“N-Nowww…” she hissed threateningly, grinding against his body, causing her large, perky breasts to jiggle and bounce, “L-LAAaaAAppff DannnnsssSSS!”
