They had been on their feet for hours at that point, wrapping themselves around the pole being the closest thing they had to a break. The brassy dance music rang in their ears, and the smell of sweat, cheap body butter, and cheaper booze grasped at their throats. Their long hair and floppy bunny ears kept getting in their face, tickling their noses and obscuring their vision, a dangerous distraction as they click-clacked around the stage in stilettos. The uncomfortable, impractical attire had them sweltering under the bright stage lights, and the parts that were left exposed were numbingly cold, hard nubs beginning to form past their inverted nipples, giving the perverted audience quite the show.

“We messed up... Rosie. We messed up bad.” Lily managed to squeak out through the complex choreography.

Rosie barely moved her head to meet her friend’s vacant gaze, “I know, just… we’ll get through this.”

Even through her exhausted state, Lily could tell Rosie was lying, a fact Rosie didn’t bother to hide; whether or not they believed it changed nothing. The pair continued to dance, tits and backside swaying with the rhythm, to the entertainment of rowdy strangers.

Lily and Rosie hadn’t always been stuck within the walls of this seedy strip joint. Up until a few days ago, in fact, they were normal men. Just innocent men. Well, maybe “innocent” was too strong a word. They had been customers at this very establishment, celebrating… something. Already the memory was fading, in no small part due to how much they had drank that night. Being so deep under the influence, they thought it was a good idea to follow one of the dancers to her car, then get physical with one of the bouncers when they got caught. They had been frightened of legal repercussions, but what they didn’t know was the club’s owner was skilled in wizardry, and what was to come would be a slap on the wrist compared to getting the police involved. For three days, they had been shaped into strippers, eventually stumbling out back into the world as women that, ironically, had they still had their cocks, would’ve been just their type. Their penance was just beginning, however: not given time to even take proper stock of their new forms, they were immediately escorted on stage, forced to become performers like the those they had so disrespected. As part of their magical conditioning, they were implanted with the knowledge and muscle memories of only the most seasoned of strippers. Not as an aid, rather as the means for them to become so popular that the club’s patrons would NEVER want them to leave the stage. And things only became more humiliating from there: soon, it would be highly encouraged that to REALLY learn their lesson, they would have to learn how to play “Hide the Carrot” with the guests in the private rooms, either one-on-one, or Lily and Rosie going in together, it was up to them.