[Stripping, IQ Loss/Gain]
What drives a person? Is it money? Is it happiness? Is it fame? The desire to be with others, or to be utterly alone? It varies depending on who you ask, because of their personal desires.
But if you asked the young woman, Sasha, you'd get a simple answer. She's driven by pleasure. Pleasure that would be enough to drive anybody mad. Though she certainly didn't look like the kind of girl that pursued a life of pleasure. She was a dainty dark-skinned girl with long black hair, and her attire was rather formal all things considered. She definitely didn't let it slip in any way, which just made her feel so much hotter when she finally went past her own limits.
And today would be one such day. Because a little bird had told her about a sci-fi themed strip club that was beyond popular with men and women alike. And she couldn't help herself, because she immediately went to check it out. As soon as she had the chance, she dropped everything and headed straight there...
"Whoa..." Was the single word that left Sasha's plump lips as she gazed into the strip club. Not only was it packed to the brim, but the main attractions were already dancing on stage. Sensual feminine robots, each designed to be as sexy as possible. Even just looking at them was enough to make her thighs get a little wet. Goodness, she wasn't about to make a mess without having a bit of fun, was she..?
Though her attention was definitely on the hot sexbots, her eyes gravitated towards something that was hovering behind the strippers. A scoreboard, each showing off a human's ID and the cash that they had managed to build up. One of them, the one with the biggest tits of all, had earned her fair share of cash. So much so that she was outpacing everyone. And as the timer on the scoreboard reached zero...
A scream echoed out from the delighted sexbot, the robotic body trembling all over as the best kind of pleasure poured through it. All while the other strippers were forced to rest against their respective poles. Each wracked by pleasure, though none of them quite as much as the main stripperbot. Not that Sasha was focusing on them. No, she was focusing on the winner...
She was so sexy... But more importantly, that was the exact kind of pleasure that she had been looking for. The kind of pleasure that would practically fry her brain with how powerful it was. She could feel her fingers wandering down even as she watched from this far away. She wanted it. She needed it. And she was going to get it. How? She wasn't sure. She just knew that she was going to find a way to get it, no matter what.
Her eyes drifted towards a woman with blonde hair tied in a bun, and a leotard that left very little to the imagination. Curves practically spilling out from underneath the fabric, with both her breasts and her butt bouncing in time with her breath. Looking at her was almost as distracting as the stripper that had managed to climax on stage... But Sasha had to focus. She needed her answers first of all.
"Excuse me!" Sasha cried out as she rushed over to the blonde lady, gasping a little as she tried to compose herself. "You look like the kind of woman that knows a little thing or two about what's happening here. Do you mind if you could explain it to me?" As horny as she was, Sasha was also a clever girl. So she was going to go for a curious approach, one that didn't make it seem like she was desperate.
The woman blinked a little, before rolling her eyes. Great, another newbie wanted to try and play. Hadn't the newbies realized that they were going to lose hard against somebody like her? "It's just a game that we run here. Simply put, you get plugged in, you strip until you earn a certain amount of cash from the other patrons, and then you get a reward. The others get a penalty." She said, taking a brief moment to properly look at the girl in front of her. "You look like a nice young lady. You really sure you should be here?" She almost felt a little bad for newbies like her. Because there was a good chance that she was going to lose it all...
"Mmhm." Sasha said, smiling as she reached out. "Maybe you could teach me a bit more about the game, Miss? Oh, I'm Sasha. Pleased to meet you." She didn't even consider the penalty an option. Even if she wasn't too experienced in the art of stripping, she was going to do her best. And she was going to win.
"Natalie. Well, if you're going to be that enthusiastic, then there's no point in trying to warn you." Natalie had seen so many girls fall for the same fate. So the fact that she didn't have to give the same spiel was lifting a weight off her shoulders. "Follow me. I'm sure there's a slot left for somebody like you."
Sasha eagerly followed behind the blonde as they both headed into a room in the back, with three young ladies struggling to pass by them. Not because they were occupying the entire hallway, but more because they looked like they were completely and utterly debilitated by an overwhelming amount of pleasure that they hadn't gotten the chance to recover from. Not that she paid them too much mind, because they weren't what she wanted.
No, what she wanted was inside the room that Natalie led her to. A room with four identical high-tech chairs lined up side by side. There were a myriad of wires plugged into those chairs, and there was a helmet resting on the seat itself. Honestly, just looking at the chair... It seemed rather uncomfortable. And yet that just turned her on more. What were they going to do with these helmets and these chairs..?
"Before we begin." Natalie said, as she pointed towards a set of leotards and thigh-highs hanging off to the side. "You need to change into that. Otherwise the tech won't work nearly as well as it's supposed to." She explained, stretching slightly while going over to pick out her preferred suit...
Sasha honestly just watched Natalie put on the outfit. Watching her strip out of the comparatively conservative leotard that she wore while walking around the strip club, only to exchange it for a red-and-black leotard that only just reached up to the bottom of her breasts. The woman wasn't even close to ashamed despite the fact that she was now exposing her breasts. If anything, she was excited to do so. Especially given the subtle juices dripping down her thighs as she slipped on the identical thigh highs and how painfully erect her nipples had grown.
"If you keep staring, I'm going to have to charge you." Natalie commented, all while walking over to take a seat on her preferred chair. "Come on. We don't have all day. The game's going to start soon." She had been through this so many times, and yet she didn't want to wait. Whether it was because she had played against so many slowpokes, or because she liked to dance.
The black-haired girl gasped and nodded, her own nipples poking out against her shirt. She did her best to catch up, practically tossing her clothes off as she hurriedly fitted her preferred leotard onto her form, a blue one to contrast the red one that Natalie had chosen. All while moaning and gasping, not used to wearing such tight clothing. Even when she was training herself at home.
How could she have anticipated that the leotard would be such a tight fit despite the fact it wasn't really covering her entire body? Not to mention, it was like it... integrated with her body as it clung to her? At least she felt some sort of tickling sensation while the slightly gold parts of the leotard brushed against her skin. The same happened when she put on the thigh highs, which were thankfully nowhere near as tight or as hard to put on as the leotard. Even if they also served to make her pussy nice and wet...
As Sasha sat down and held the helmet in her hands, she gave it a few looks. All while practically ignoring what Natalie was trying to tell her. How could she focus on what she was saying when she currently held such a big helmet in her hands? Like that thing was practically enormous. It was so big that it could probably fit a second helmet inside. It was heavy too, and the wires that were connected to it... What exactly was going to happen to her when she put it on? Not to mention, there was a screen on the outside yet not a visor for her to look through...
"I hope you got all that. Because the game's about to begin." Natalie finished off explaining everything, as she put on the helmet and laid down on her chair. Taking a deep breath as her body grew nice and limp... Not just her, two other players had quietly arrived while Natalie was explaining and gone through the same process. Sasha was the only one that was lagging behind.
As Sasha very briefly noticed Natalie's IQ on her helmet's screen, as well as a calm brainwave pattern, she promptly ignored it and just tried her best to follow along. Plopping the helmet onto her head and laying down, trying to slow her breathing so she could join them...
Only for several shocking sensations to spread through her. It felt far, far too good. But at the same time, it was like something was sucking on her mind. Something wanted to slurp it out. Did she want that? Not really. It made her claw at the armrests, trying her best to resist and struggle...
But as her juices squirted forth, the helmet was able to finish her off. And her body grew limp just like the rest, while several electrical pulses traveled up the wires. Each carrying a piece of her mind, fragmented for ease of transferral. All while her brainwaves and her IQ, the former looking erratic and the latter not looking too impressive, appeared on the helmet's screen...
"W-Wha... Wha?"
Once Sasha 'regained consciousness', she noticed that she was standing out on the same stage that she had noticed the robots stripping on. Not only that, but she was... She was a robot! A robot that looked a lot like her, just with a metallic shine. Has she been turned into a robot? Or...
"It's time for another round! Watch the Strippers strut their stuff, and help them reach their ultimate climax!"
An announcer gave the signal, and a familiar sight began. The other three strippers that were part of the game started to dance, with the one in red already using the pole to dance in such an alluring manner...
"Come on, newbie!" Natalie's voice came from the red-clad robo stripper, grinning wildly as she spun around on the pole and watched the money get tossed on stage. This was what she wanted. The adoration of the audience... But more importantly, having them worship her with their cash.
Sasha watched, and with a blush on her metal cheeks, she did her best to show off. Not that she was too good at it. As horny and as pleasure-seeking as she was, she wasn't really an expert in showing off. She could certainly try and press her tits together and maybe squat down and spread her thighs to show off her horny hole, but it didn't feel like it was as effective as her competitors.
Indeed, the cash that was being tossed on stage... It was nowhere near as much as what Natalie was earning. And yet at the same time, just seeing a couple of bills being tossed onto the stage... It made something slowly click inside the pleasure-seeking girl's mind.
"Remember! The one that earns the most cash gets the ultimate climax! So keep struttin'! Keep earning all the cash that you can!"
As the announcer's words rang out, each of the strippers let out a powerful moan. They had been given a little treat. An incentive to be good. Because if they were to win, then they'd be filled with that kind of pleasure. And when that combined with the pulse that ran through Sasha's mind thanks to the bills that landed on her stage...
Her amateurish moves slowly grew more and more intentionally alluring. Using her robotic form to the best of its ability. Grinding her body up against the pole. Not quite dancing, and not quite masturbating with it. But teasing the ones that watched her just enough that they couldn't help themselves from tossing more and more money onto the stage.
While she had been horribly behind just a few minutes ago, the money was piling up. And the number on the screen showing off her score was going up faster than the eye could see. So much faster that she was actually starting to catch up.
Natalie couldn't believe what she was seeing. In fact, just seeing Sasha begin to outpace her like this was enough to throw her off her game. And as she started earning less due to her shock, she left herself open to be overtaken at the very last moment..!
A scream echoed out. And it wasn't Natalies. Nor was it an experienced stripper's. No, it was the newbie's. It was Sasha's scream of victory, as the screen displayed her image and the total winnings. Not that any of the participants were busy actually watching the screen.
No. While the winner had earned her climax, the losers had earned themselves a penalty. As all three of the other participants were currently writhing in their seats, their minds being pushed back into their heads... But not all of it.
Losers that weren't able to earn the required amount of cash were penalized by having some of their IQ redistributed. Which was why some of the wires weren't receiving electrical pulses, and the wires going into Sasha's were filled with an extra heavy dose. More and more pouring into her.
While the two nobodies had lost about half of their IQ, reduced to a pitiful 50 thanks to how badly they had lost, Natalie was doing her best to struggle against her own being taken from her. She had managed to claim most of her IQ, leaving her with a healthy 100 IQ. Not as smart as she was before, but definitely not stupid.
But in exchange for her writhing struggle and her fingers digging into the armrest, her sexy body had lost a few inches. Her bust had trouble leaking out over the top of the leotard, and her thighs weren't filling out the thigh highs...
Her curves, as well as the curves of the other losers, now belonged to Sasha. And as her IQ raised from 90 to 120 as a reward for how well she had done, the electrical pulses also stimulated her breasts and made them grow outward, making them grow a cup while her thigh highs had trouble containing her extra thick thighs...
As the helmet went off her head, and a bit of drool ran down her chin, she couldn't help but giggle and play with herself, much to the dismay of her competitors who were slowly trying their best to leave. Not that she cared. No, she had gotten what she wanted...
But she still wanted more. And so, she waited for the next round to begin... So she could get all the pleasure that she wanted, and so she could grow even sexier to boot...