Warning: There's some non-con themes here.

Queen looked upon his club from his office that was positioned above the floor. Once again, it probably violated several safety codes, but the kingpin noted several men he recognized as police officers crammed in between a bunch of sweaty teens, so he didn't particularly care. It had been this way since his last show, which, as it turns out, was exceedingly popular thanks to the fact that the crowd got to look at what amounted to six different women, two flirtatiously teasing, two horny and naked, and two horny, naked, and masturbating. Queen considered reprimanding the insatiable thieving flower for her lack of care regarding her bodies, but realized that she wasn't really at fault all things considered because of her acceptance of his intervention. He sat down and hit the mic.

"You know, I don't really have much on the mind today," Queen began, lazily looking down at the people occupying his establishment. He spied a few young women that probably had little reason to be there, at least in regards to their interest for the night's show. "Couldn't really tell you why, but I'm just having an off day. Ah well, something something hot something something burning something something lights." The spotlights shone as they always did, further reddening the curtain at the end of the catwalk.

"As always, business is the shady guy with the shady shades in the back. I feel like I've become a magnet for attractive women as of late, so if you want in, talk to the scary guy and we can talk business."

Cinder stood tall and proud in her heels. She listened to the rabble of the crowd behind the curtains and playfully clicked her shoes together for herself and only for herself. She was getting impatient.

"And how old did you say you were? Eh, forget it that's rude. Regardless, here we are. You said you knew those other two, right? I don't suppose you're the kind of person to make a mess of my stage dressed as my other employees... No? Understandable. You're a bit more... How do I phrase this? Refined? No, that sounds like I'm calling you old again... Demure. Yeah, that's it. More demure than my other girls. And such lovely skin..."

Cinder reciprocated Queen's flirting mostly as a joke to herself, giggling almost childishly at his comments and thanking him for his flatter. Something that she thought was long past due in her busy, busy life was an educated conversation between adults that didn't involve plotting or murder, especially with someone that seemed to respect humanity a bit more than most of her usual crowd. The fact that the man in red before her was significantly more "refined" in his attempts at wooing than the sputtering students that thought they had half a chance at her was a breath of fresh air as well.

"If memory dictates, conversations between people like us and with such low light usually involve quiet music and a bottle of fine wine. Though, I don't believe they usually involve this much discussion of what's under the lady's dress the first time around. All we're really missing is a few glasses, of which I have plenty. Thoughts?"

Cinder had accepted Queen's offer, but quickly shut down the idea of furthering their relationship outside of their newly christened business endeavor. Queen smirked before he shrugged at her denial, then retrieved the glasses and a large bottle, pouring the crimson clad pair drinks upon his return. Regardless of how pleasant the man acted and how up front he was, she had thought about how his business operated and how pursuing a relationship with him frankly disgusted her with the implications. Still, he as a personality seemed fine enough to carry a conversation, and she could assume that he had good taste in drinks, plus something about him made her... Warmer than she usually felt. It would have set her off had the feeling not been a pleasant one, but there was a sort of lightness to it that she wasn't sure she had felt before.

"Understandable. I promise, I'm a scumbag once you get to know me, but at least I have vintage. I've had a lot of new flowers to put on display in recent months, but something about you puts me somewhere else. And seeing as you've shot me down, why don't we be adults and have a nice chat about business?"

Cinder had raised her glass, waiting for Queen to clink his to hers. With a smirk, he tapped his glass and raised it further before sipping. They shared a laugh.

"So what are your thoughts on thigh highs?"

The silhouette was long. Even in the darkness of the black shadows, the shapes of the woman were clear as day; the figure had legs, and very long, lithe, perfectly shaped ones at that, in addition to a very defined waistline. Deep crimson lights hit the catwalk, further defining the shadow as it moved down the stage with a well rehearsed rhythm. Even front facing, the crowd was made abundantly clear of how shapely the woman's hips were, how perfect her ass would look when displayed, and how every step was a very clear invitation designed to draw the eye to her lower half to just marvel at her body.

"Don't worry; you'll all get your look soon enough. I'm sure at least one of you earned it somehow..."

Cinder continued her defined strut down the stage, hearing her glass heels click over and over again as they met the floor. She thought of how lovely the chinking sounded, and of how she didn't pay it much mind most of the time. It sung to her, drowning out that mindless noise that Queen said was the standard. It, or maybe something else- she wasn't exactly accustomed to the sensation- made that warmth in her heat up again. It occurred to her that she was aroused, and in a different way than she had been for a long time. She felt good. She felt better. She felt warm.

Cinder reached the point where the audience could make out details. In response to the lights bringing her into focus, she raised her arms, flaring up sparks and flares from her body, further highlighting her dress and features.

Demure was the proper word.

Everything about the woman on stage screamed that she was better than everyone at everything. Cinder gave off every impression that she, this woman, this desire, was far more experienced at what she was doing that any of the previous showgirls were, made immediately clear just from her outfit. Her hair was jet black, falling down past her shoulders and framing her youthful face marked with an air of expertise and an almost playful malice. Her amber eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, shining gold and piercing through anyone she made eye contact with. She wore a long, long, long black dress that covered her neck, accentuating every last one of her curves in the tightness. There was a split on one side of it, the black opening up to show her one of her perfect legs decorated with a jeweled anklet before both reached a pair of equally dark heels that clinked like mirror shards. She was like the night sky: black as the darkness of evening but dotted with piercing stars. There were voids that swallowed all light, geometric shapes of onyx glass that reflected light but appeared as nothing when the glow was off them, making them noticeable even against the midnight colored fabric. Her pale shoulders flowed into long black gloves that covered her fingers with even more of the night as the stars followed the movement of her hands. It also became clear at this distance that she was holding a large bottle of wine.

"I could get used to this," Cinder thought, growing accustomed to the feeling in her body brought on by the cheers given in response to a hip thrust. She was used to controlling people through force, extortion, or any other method deemed illegal, but she had never relied on her body to capture a life. She was elated to know that she easily could. "Maybe next time I have to make a deal with some random male idiot, I'll try something new. Something fun..." The thought of watching a man agree to do anything for her for just a peek at her flawless body made her more horny.

Cinder brushed her hair out of her face, listening to glass clatter as the black voids on her dressed began to glow orange. The burning shards peeled off of her dressed as she reached the front of the stage, shining under the crimson lights and circling the woman they came off of. Cinder sighed longingly as she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the floor, intentionally turning her body to allow a prolonged look at her undressed leg. Kicking off her heels, she stretched her leg out, raising it to further improve the view of her skin and her anklet, the split in her dress covering just the wrong amount of her hips to prevent giving away too much too fast.

"Oh, yes... This feels nice," Cinder grinned as she raised her free arm, watching the crowd stare at her unmarred skin. The vibrant orange glass orbiting her coalesced into a wine glass that she shortly filled with the contents of the bottle she was carrying. She shifted her position, moving her body until she was resting her head on her hand as she lay sideways on the dance floor, lasciviously eying the audience, onyx glass in hand. Taking far more time than she needed, she swirled the glass with her eyes raised before finally taking a few sips.

"That man really does have taste..." Cinder thought as more of Queen's reserve swam across her tongue. It tasted of class, expense, and everything else that could lead one to believe that it hadn't come from the owner of a strip club. Once again, she was hit with that strange warmth that compounded with her ever growing arousal. Once again, she thought about how he had looked at her, her face, her skin, her body. She smiled as she drained her glass and thought, "Fine taste, indeed." Cinder continued to revel in the attention she was getting from all of her onlookers, in addition to the thought of how Queen desired her as well.

Accompanied by the crashing of her glass as she smashed it on the floor, Cinder rose back to her feet as thousands of glowing orange shards swirled around her, glinting in the spotlight. The rest of her dress followed closely behind, igniting in brilliant burning tones as the figure wearing it raised her arms.

With a spin and a flourish, Cinder's dress resettled into a brand new outfit, the excess reducing to ash as she moved. The modest lack of a chest line on her dress was replaced by a supple amount of ivory cleavage accompanying a sleeveless top that was almost bursting at the seams. Like her dress, it was black, sparkled with stars and patterned with blackened glass. Her gloved hands found their way across her body, tracing gentle patterns over her stomach, running along her toned waist and climbing up to her breasts. On closer inspection, the top was part of a single garment, connecting to what would otherwise be incredibly tight fitting bottoms that barely passed her thighs. The outfit looked more like a sensually ill-fitting one piece swimsuit with a mostly undone zipper down the center, but rather than bare extremities befitting a beach goer, her arms still had their gloves, and her legs were covered by a jet black pair of leggings that stretched up past her heels, past her ankles, past everything until stopping inches from the rest of her outfit, initially appearing as a full catsuit from a distance before a look revealed her thighs were completely exposed in addition to glistening in their softness.

"I want to hear you all beg for more..." Cinder thought as she stared at the audience with want in her eyes. The unfamiliar lust in her body only ever continued to increase as she thought about how much more enticing she looked. Everything she was doing seemed like it was affecting her in the best ways, especially how the eyes of the crowd seemed to reach her core and kindle it further. "But I might have to slow down..."

As good as the feeling was, Cinder wanted the world to know that she was in control, not her sex. Still, as she reached for a pole, she couldn't help but experience a shudder as she drew her waist to the cool metal, feeling it through her outfit. Unnatural or not, she was hot, and quickly getting hotter with every beat of the music.

Cinder listened to the cheers as she twirled around the pole, the glass on her outfit leaving glowing trails of cinders as she spiraled before tightening her body to the metal. She had to stop herself from squealing as she threw her body hard into the pole, the impact feeling immaculate in her current state, like a slap she has definitely earned for being naughty. She straddled the shaft as she slowly began inching her way up, struggling to tighten her bare thighs against the pole over and over again in order to ascend without climaxing. Once she reached a good distance, she spiraled downward, further lowering the zipper on her outfit, creating even more cleavage for the world to gawk at while she enjoyed every noise they made.

"Agh," Cinder stifled, biting her lip as the cheers reacted to the lowering of her cleavage. It felt so good to her. She was starting to lose her sense of pride to the feeling inside her, and she was quickly starting not to care, losing control either way. The fire inside her welled up, whether she wanted it to or not, and by this point boy, did she want it to. She was losing the battle, but that was fine, even if it wasn't the plan.

As Cinder's zipper was lowered, tight white bindings were exposed to the dull red lights raining down on the woman. The looks were short lived, however, as the woman once again swirled, her outfit bursting into a bonfire of bright orange shards and surrounding her. They coalesced once more as she took a powerful pose, the back of her outfit facing the crowd.

A large portion of Cinder's bare back faced the audience, a tattoo of two slippers forming a heart directly in the center of the exposed ivory skin. The rest of her body was coated in crimson, further expounded upon when she turned to face the crowd; a black choker matched her hair, still falling sensually over her now bare shoulders. A strapless red dress flowed out from her, a bow tying the sides together just above her breasts as long red sleeves decorated with gold met a pair of similarly colored gloves. The redness continued down her stomach before splitting sides; on her right, the crimson cloth flowed into a transient dress that hung weightlessly over the dance floor, but only from the back. The left side met an abrupt end, exposing an intricate pair of side tied panties that made no attempt to remain hidden behind the incredibly short length of the skirt that made up the front of the outfit. Every slight movement caused the black trimmed hem to kick up, further exposing Cinder's panties. Stretching down her legs were a pair of black thigh high socks, tight enough to bring out the subtlest details of her features as they attached themselves to everywhere below her thighs. One side fell into her crystal anklet as the socks covered her feet in a dainty cuteness.

Cinder tried pointlessly to steady her breathing. Any attempt to cool herself off merely hastened the burning inside her, heating it up as she felt herself coming close to losing any semblance of control over her passion. Never in her life had she felt anywhere close to where she was now. Not when she first discovered the intricacies of her body, not when she crushed the dreams of men and women alike with her looks, and not even when she had first experienced true carnal pleasure. She was horny, and she wasn't sure how she got as far as she was. She only knew that there was no off switch.

"Should I speed this up?" Cinder thought, trying to decide if exposing herself like this was worth it. She could remain the proud conquerer she usually was, but she knew she couldn't keep that up much longer if she kept going on the floor. Her decision was made infinitely easier as she absentmindedly brushed a hand near her waist and accidentally massaged her body dangerously to where her mind was. She wasn't in control anymore.

Tears welled up in Cinder's eyes. She was seconds away from climaxing, and she suddenly did not want to lose the opportunity considering how amazing her body felt just from the lead up. As slowly as she could manage, she made the gloves covering her hands turn to ash; flecks of soot and cinder flaked off of her as she tried to keep the look of demure in her face in between preorgasmic spasms. The soft, pale skin of her arms flared up as they wrapped around her body, her face twisting in pleasure as the last bits of her sleeves singed off.

"Ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhh..." Cinder couldn't prevent her now bare hands from clawing at her dress. The cloth was in the way, and it needed to move. She wrapped her arms around herself, stroking and groping her body as her dress started to flame. She, Cinder Fall, the secret criminal mastermind, was holding herself and quivering as her top fell away to fully reveal the bindings covering her breasts. The white straps of cloth squeezed her chest, stunting her breathing in her mind and mind alone as her dress continued to be reduced to nothing. The burning only ever increased. She realized something important.

The rest of Cinder's outfit burned into black specks of soot that felt off her body. She now stood before the crowd, seconds from cumming, clad only in bindings that she imagined were choking her, black side tied panties that were in the way of her helping satiate her body's demands, and the long black thigh highs with the single crystal anklet. She came to regret her decision of coming to Wonderland.

Cinder straightened herself out, leaving a full view of her "outfit" as she attempted to maintain composure. However, it was evident to everyone in the room that the woman's fists were balled, her entire body was shaking, and she could barely stand on her own. Her face was caught in between a look of attempted blankness and one filled with unabashed sexual pleasure as tears streamed down it. The woman on stage was horny, and clearly unable to control herself. She came to fear her lack of control in her situation.

"Okay, we're done we're done we're done..." Cinder thought, attempting to model but in reality just turning. She shied away from the crowd and took a step back. Then she heard the cheers again. They were begging for her. They were begging for her body. They were begging for Cinder Fall. She felt the fire inside reach a peak, without her wanting it to.

Cinder turned to face the crowd again. She couldn't fight the feelings in her body that she never had any control over. She wanted release. She wanted looks. She hated herself for it, but she wanted to be filled. She wanted to be satisfied. She wanted to satisfy. She wouldn't stop a single person if they came up to her at that moment. She couldn't stop a single person if they came up to her at that moment. She wanted to be thrown to the ground and taken and broken and have the fire inside her explode into passion as she was railed. Every single thought in her mind was focused on sex; she imagined herself subjected to pleasures she could only imagine.

Cinder had no control over the feelings in her body. The feelings made her lose control over her thoughts as well.

Cinder imagined being bent over a table and repeatedly slammed into, a stranger's erection bursting into her as her hair was pulled back while she screamed with joy. She imagined willingly accepting a man into her mouth and choking as they ran their length down her throat while she was sputtering with lust. She imagined men fulfilling the fire inside her and quenching the unnatural burning feeling that was consuming her.

Cinder screamed as she climaxed. Her hands violently rubbed her sex and her breasts, attacking them with a passion befitting her current state. She tore at the bindings covering her chest, reducing them to ash before they hit the floor. Her exposed breasts glistened with sweat as they heaved with each shuddering climax. Her panties erupted into brilliant flames, disintegrating her only modesty as her hand rubbed her newly exposed sex. She gushed as her knees hit the floor. Her eyes streamed down tears as she continue to pleasure herself in just thigh highs. The feeling wouldn't subside.

Cinder's face was redder than her dress ever was as more tears cascaded down her naked body. She thought of Queen. She hadn't wanted this. She hadn't wanted anything close to this. She hadn't wanted to show any more than what the bindings and her panties covered. But she wasn't in control. She never was. The lust she felt wasn't natural, but it felt beyond perfect to her as she gave into passion over her pride and became a thing rather than a person. She thought of Queen. She started to wonder through fits of pleasure that she had never come close to being this slut. She thought about how simply standing before a crowd in clothes not that much more provocative than her usual outfits would never turn her into a naked wreck that wanted to intimately know the feeling of having multiple people inside her. She thought about how much of a mistake she had made coming to a place like Wonderland. She thought about Queen. The feeling wouldn't stop.

Cinder felt humiliated that she had lost control over herself. Lusty or not, she should have been able to stop. Her face was burning crimson because she was still masturbating before a crowd of dozens, incapable of stopping herself because of how divine it felt. She was being looked at as nothing more than a lustful whore that had no shame, no power, no control over anything. She would have wanted to cry out of shame if she wasn't already from pleasure. She felt nothing but disgust at the ecstasy she was experiencing, but she couldn't help but feel like nothing could ever feel better than what she was experiencing right now, and there was nothing she could do about it. The feeling wouldn't stop.

Cinder gave in. Eventually, she collapsed into a puddle of her lust after climaxing more that night than she had in her life. She could make out people taking pictures of her sweaty, teary, cum soaked body, clad only in Queen's suggestion of thigh highs. The spotlight over her went out, just as she passed out from pleasure and shame. The feeling refused to stop, even after she hit the floor.

And thus ended the ninth night of Club Wonderland's new line up of dancers.