ENF at the Gentlemen's Club

Description: I am the (very respectable) manager of an expensive gentlemen's club and i look in on one of the private rooms to ensure that everyone's got what they need. the room is crowded with men (more than are allowed in this room!) and they immediately start asking me where the microchip is. i don't even know what a microchip is!! they seem to think i'm a courier who's been sent to deliver it, and they think i must have it hidden somewhere in my clothes. they could not be more wrong! i have no idea what they're talking about, but one of them gets out a remote control and says this will solve the matter. before i know it, my right hand is behaving as though totally out of my control, and begins to strip my clothes off me. i'm horrified, and try to fight the impulse to remove my clothes, but i just can't seem to control it! i'm so embarrassed!