Sam tried to force his new body to stop dancing, but found himself completely helpless to do so. As it worked the pole, sliding up and down it while rubbing it's ass and tits against it, he was forced to go along for the ride. He opened his eyes and watched with horror as it pivoted on it's stiletto-heeled boots and spun around, giving the audience an amazing show.
Sam squinted under the stage lights as male voices laughed and called out to him from the darkness. Mercifully, with the bright lights above him he was unable to see the lusty masses down and around him. He'd been amongst the male throng a few times before himself, and certainly never had any idea he would see a crowd like that from this angle!
As the music continued to boom from wall to wall of the club, Sam became aware of a figure stepping up on the stage beside him. Another stripper started walking towards him. A tall, voluptuous black woman wearing a tiny purple thong, white frilly ankle socks, a pair of preposterously high red stiletto pumps, and nothing else strutted towards him. On any other occasion he would have been thrilled, however his situation, and the fact that she was wearing a collar like his and had clearly had a head that was not her original one as well!
Eyes wide with the same confusion and horror as Sam, the white, middle-aged head of Reverend Bob Hayes, of Sam's own church, looked at Sam from the black stripper's body.
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