Stripping

So when I was in college i was a dancer in a club for a short time. i was living a more expensive life in college that my parents wouldn’t or couldn’t afford so I decided to try dancing as a way of filling the gap. I’d heard from several girls I had classes with that I could make really good money dancing as they had done. It seemed fun and easy and who knows but maybe I could even swing a new car out of it as they had. I was skinny but toned from dance, yoga and tennis but was concerned that being flat chested-especially compared with them, I wouldn’t be a very good dancer-you could say I looked like a high school sophomore instead of a college soph. I was assured that I would fit in well as there was always a market for the young “girl next door”.

They told me it was the upscale high end club where the Dancers were paid best, earned higher tips and enjoyed free drinks and boasted a nice dressing room with private closets for the dance costumes and street clothes as well as anice shower area. I liked it as it was on the other end of town and figured that there wouldn’t be too many guys I knew from school who would go there and pay large for girls to dance for them so it would be safe for me.

They gave me the name, phone number and pager numbers for the owner of the club and he had me meet him at his office near the club. His office was a manly dark affair with lots of leather and dark mahogany and teak wood furniture and accents. I was expecting something seeny and loud and I was impressed.

Al, the owner was a shorter, but good looking Italian guy from New Oreans in his early 40s. He had big strong arms and his chest muscles looked hard through his shirt. He was handsome and cute except he had the beginnings of a receiving hairline.

Al offered me a drink which I was glad to have. After several drinks the interview started.

The “interview” with him consistent of me answering questions about where I was from, what I was doing in town and what I was involved in at school and then if I would object to dancing for black and asian guys.

I then had to strip for him-he put some ZZ Top and had me stand up in front of him and dance.

I wasn’t prepared for that-I felt dumb about that as I was dressed in a sleepless blouse, jeans and high heeled sandals, but I managed to dance and move. After the first song Al-the owner told me to “take ’em off”. So as the next song started, I think it was Whitesnake, I unbuttoned my blouse. It hung open and he saw my pretty and dainty pink bra covering my small 34As. I shrugged my blouse off and set it on his desk.

Next I undid my thin silver belt, unbuckled my jeans and almost fell as I forgot I had my shoes on. At this point, I thought I’d failed but Al signed me to continue. I unbuckled the straps of my shoes and wriggled out of my jeans.

Now I was getting a dose of Van Halen as I danced in my bra and yellow bikini panties with little frogs on them, and at this time I’m not only thinking I was toast but that I really didn’t look sexy too so I unhooked my bra, dropped my panties and put my heels back on for my encourage. The drinks hit me and I felt very relaxed and started feeling more sexy and erotic. The song ended, I’d thought my career in dancing ended before it began and I gathered my clothes up and began to dress silently.

Al stood up-I was taller than he was when I was wearing heels-and told me that while I was “rough” that I had potential in dancing.

Then he knocked my socks off when he then kissed me, fondled my breasts and told me “I’m gonna give you the best lovin’ you had evah” in his cajun/creole twang, took me by the hand to a low couch, sat down on it and pushed me to my knees in front of him.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled his dress slacks off, pulled his cock out of his boxes and began to stroke it. He then told me to suck on him until he came. I wasn’t so sure about this but he pulled the back of my head untilMy lips were touching his cock. I was stunned yet a bit turned on by this exotic man from New Orleans and so I started on him.

His cock was long and slender, and several shades darker then his skin tone which was like a swarthy Italian. His cock and balls were completely smooth and hairless. As if to remind me, he pushed my head further and soon I had it in my mouth and I was moving up and down radically. Al moaned my name over and over as I blew him and I could tell he liked what I was doing to him. With his dick coated with my saliva and his precum, I started to suck on his balls, one at a time while his cock throbbed on my cheek, and then I swallowed them both. He roared then panted my name and told me how fuckin amazing I was. Then I throttled his cock and sucked his balls and some pre cum dribbled onto my face.

Hoarsely, he panted that he was cuming and wanted me to swallow his cum. As I was getting ready to swallow his dick and cum, he couldn’t hold back and came.Mostly he came on my neck and boobs as he shot straight out rather than on my face. While it wasn’t what he wanted, he wasn’t at all disappointed at seeing his cum on my little boobies.

Al pulled me up, kissed me scooped some of his seed off my chest between 2 fingers and put it on my lips to taste. Chuckling a bit, he stood up with his erection still hard and found a towel for me to use to clean myself up.

He then went tinto a closet and pulled out a sex toy. The club sold their brand of sex toys for customers wives and girls or whatever and he handed me a new Dong Kong in the box, told me to take it out and see how much I liked it.

Al had me sit in his office chair naked except for my heels while he sat on his leather couch. The Dong Kong was an all black vibrator that was long and sleep with an angled point at the end. I turned it on, spread my legs and began to use it.

Al sat on the leather couch playing with his dick and balls as he watched me intently. I ran it over my boobs which felt good to me, then down my tummy and then my pubic hair which was a light and gauzy patch of reddish blonde and then my pussy.

Al was struggling himself now and I could tell he liked what he saw. I throw a leg over the chair and began to explore my pussy. I turned it to low and rubbed the end on my clipty. I was already a bit wet from dancing and blowing Al and in a few moments, I was even wetter. At Als urging, I pushed it between my lips and dialed up the speed. It pulsated as I went in inch by inch and soon I was moaning in pleasure. I was close to orgasming when Al told me to push it in further. I was doing just fine but it wasn’t halfway in so I pulled it out a bit and then went back in deeper. I also turned it up another notch and soon I was feeling the action all the way to my teeth.

I soon came, then right after came again, the last one really big with wave after wave. I’d soaked my cunt and the Dong Kong and my thighs were wet withcum and sweat.

I looked at Al and his cock was huge and a dark purple as it was so engorged with his blood. Al told me to come over so he could fuck me now. I shook my head a bit and Al told me “sugar, if you’re gonna dance for me in my club, then you gotta fuck the boss”. We agreed he’d use a condom as I wasn’t on birthday control and preggy dancers don’t make much money and he had me take Some out if his desk. I came over to the couch, rolled it on then straddled him. I played with it a bit and then started to mount him.

Inch by inch, starting with the purple head his cock entered my pussy. The condom was ribbed and it felt good as I enveloped that dick. Al grabbed my boobs and ass as he went deeper into me. We started rocking in time, very slow, then Al thrust his cock deep into me. I feel naughty and very very much turned on. I squealed loudly as he was root deep in me. This old guy wasn’t such a bad lover! He managed to finger my butt as well as climate in such a way as Iwas quickly squirming on him. Fuck he was damn fine!

I came again and that triggered Al as he soon filled the condom with his cum.

So long story short, he hired me and to this day I remember it all-$3.05 an hour as the base, 75% of the tips, free drinks and food from the buffet and 10% of the liquor sales I generated. Al kept the rest plus the $25 door charge and $100 vip fee.

Soon I was dancing. I had 3 basic themes-one was a typical strippers shiny or sequenced bikini outfits and stripper heels, the 2nd was lingerie based and involved stripping out of several layers of sexy undies and the last involved theme dances. I had a cowgirl costume, a slutty secretary, sexy school girl, Daisy Duke, a Domme outfit and a few others. I was able to borrow a few things from the girls in my soroity and the club had a bunch of things from the girls who’d left as well as girls who were there who’d been kind enough to give me some of their wardrobes to use.

And it wasn’t too bad-as a matter of fact it was fun and I was making a lot of money. An average 4 hour day shift might get me $250, and an evening or weekend shift when I could get one might easily earn $750 or even a thousand. It was very good money.

And yes there was some sex too-I’d do a handjob for $50 for instance. Some guys were looking for something kinkier-there were guys who liked to cum on my boobs, butt or feet not to mention my face or chest. One guy liked to sniff my panties or bikini bottoms and would pay me $50 and another wanted to jerk himself off while I talked dirty to him for which I also collected $50. I was also very good at straddling a guy and grinding on his cock until he came in his pants.

And some guys wanted to buy the outfits I’d wear when dancing-especially my lingerie and heels. A few others wanted to give me things to wear and soon I had guys paying to give me more lingerie than I could ever wear while other guys would buy some of the same lingerie I was gettingfrom the others!

So all that was legit in the club rules. Actual oral, vaginal and anal sex was out unless you and the client were “dating” separate and apart from the club and I never did that.

I dated Al for a while as well as one of the bouncers. One time Al was at the club when I was performing and he watched as I stripped out of a satin robe to show a teddy and tap pants set and then I’d stripped that down to a bra, garter belt and stockings-all in white except the robe which was a deep vibrant blue.

The next day I received several packages at the club. He’d bought me the exact same all white lingerie which I’d defeat the night before plus a very pretty blue and white dress the shade of blue matching my robe exactly and a pair of white pumps, with an invitation to join him for dinner that night. Well it wasn’t quite the same as my lingerie tended to come from a combination of Fredericks and Victorias Secret and Al had bought me some very expensive and sexy little things from some high end fancy shop in New Orleans. And not just that but my dress came from Von Furstenberg.

He wanted to have his limo pick me up at the sorority but I wasn’t able to square that with what the girls and house mother might think and say. So I borrowed and drove my friends beater Mazda to the club where I showed, did my hair and make up, dressed then waited for Al to come by in his black Lincoln.

We went to the Italian American club for dinner. It was a private club in an out of the way location outside town. Like way out of town. My “old guy date” knew EVERYONE at the club. And Al was a wonderful host, picking the right wines, great tasting antipasti, a fine veal piccata and some grappa which kicked my butt in one of the private salons.

As a matter of fact, I think Al did that on purpose. I remember the 2nd glass of grappa, Fleetwood Mac and a swirling haze of Als cigar. Betwwen the wine, grappa as well as a party fat roll, I was really high.

We made out a lot with Al kissing and biting my neck, my dress slowly getting unzipped. Al asking me to stand up in my lingerie as my dress dropped from my body. Al asking, no ordering me to lay on a padded leather chair. I kind of half laid and half knelt on it on my tummy and as I did Al pulled a lever and the arms swing out, he pulled my arms through some straps and pulled the steps tight on my wrists. He blindfolded me and yanked my tap pants and g string down around my ankles leaving the rest of my lingerie as well as my heels on.

I was kind of scared now even though I was quite buzzed and told Al so. He replied mysteriously that I was going to be a part of the “Dance of the Anj and the Toros”, like I knew what that means.

At this time I heard other voices and knew that Al and I weren’t alone. They were talking in some kind of Cajun/Creole slang which for the life of me, I couldn’t understand.

My exposed butt was elevated and soon I was getting spanked as well as somone was using a crop on my ass. It wasn’t hard but it stung a bit which I found felt good. Very good as a matter of fact. Like it made my puss tingle very good. A cock was pushed through my lips and I was told to suck it, which I did. After face fucking me, that cock was replaced by another, and then yet another. At the same time, someone was between my legs licking my twat and clip. A few were licking my ass as well-a define first among many firsts this evening.

I should have felt angle and abused yet I found that I was enjoying being restrained and comforted my multiple men.

I remember orgasming with a dick in my mouth and a tongue in my pussy. It felt both very good and very nasty all at the same time. Then a guy came in my mouth and as soon as he did and pulled out, another cock face fucked me and soon he came as well.

Then Al-I think entered my pussy and fucked me-I say this as I remember what his dick felt like from before. He fucked me while anotherman face fucked me. I even remember Al fucking me so hard that several of the garters snapped loose on my new garter belt and my pretty white stockings slide down my thighs from right under my butt

I came again as I’d never been spit roasted before and really really liked being pleasured by more than one lover at the same time. Al came in his condom-thank God for that, and he was replaced by another man who also fucked me while I was blowing another guy.

Time passed-I can only guess at how long, but I know I’d been fucked by each one twice and I couldn’t recall how may blow jobs I’d given but I enjoyed bondage sex immensely. Like a lot-very much as a matter of fact

After all this came to an end, Al unstrapped me, but left me blindfolded. Each of the men who’d ravaged me now gently undressed me and led me to a shower where I came back to earth under the warm water.

After I’d finished my bag with all my new clothes and lingerie were there along with my jeans and top. I dressed again and redid my makeup. Leaving the private salon, I saw Al who hugged and kissed me and told me that I’d helped him achieve some new status in his club which I took as being a thing for old Italian cajun guys.

Al handed me the keys to a car-a 1990 Gold Ford Probe as I guess my reward for helping him out as well as a nice cash bonus. I tried to refuse both but then Al gave me that look-the dead eye look that sharks have and shook his head-I couldn’t say no to him as he was repaying me for a favor. I took the keys and the cash but when I graduated and left Louisiana for good, I mailed the keys to his office-I’m sure he understands although I never saw him again. To me he was a nice older guy who took care of a girl like me who probably should never have danced in a strip club.

As I write this I think about how crazy this was and how college was in no way what I thought. At one extreme, we had a crazy series of house mothers making sure that we made it to class, dated the “right” kind of boys, and kept current on all my bills and at the other I had Cahun Al and his deflowering of the virginal angel all dressed in white at the other, not to mention all of the other things I experienced before I was considered “ready” to experience the real world.