My best friend Alicia paid her way through college as a stripper, and she still did a shift or two per week even though she had a great job. I’d always wanted to try it, and when I told her she got me a single shift at her club. She gave me lessons for three weeks, and I finally got to perform. It was just like my fantasies until one of the customers paid me for a private dance and things went ...
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that!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sex with a stranger. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.Here is a preview:It all paid off, and after only four dances, I already had over six hundred dollars. That put me on par with what Alicia told me she made, and I was pretty proud of that. I didn’t need the money. Hell, I made more than two-hundred thousand dollars a year at my marketing job. I felt so damned sexy and empowered, though, and since I’d really focused on my career and not any kind of a love life since I’d graduated, it was very nice to feel sexy.I guess that was why it was so easy thirty minutes later for me to agree when a man found me standing next to the bar and waiting for my next turn on stage. He asked me if I would be willing to do a private lap dance. I was getting so turned on just by doing exhibitionist things that a private dance was just fine for me. I took him by the hand I led him to one of the private rooms. I closed the curtain behind us, led him through the little hallway, and sat him down on the couch. When the music started up again I started swaying and moving. He was clearly aroused and when I came close to him I felt his hands on my waist.I don’t know why I didn’t stop him when his hands traveled up to my breasts and he began pulling down and the little camisole and in only a second or two the only things I was wearing were my black stockings and my heels. His mouth was all over me, kissing and licking at my nipples as his hands explored my body. I realized with a bit of shock that I had no idea what he looked like, not really.