"I'm a stripper, not a slut." I looked into the eyes of the man seated at the other side of the table. "I know that you don't believe that but it's true." Given the circumstances that led to this moment in my life I wouldn't have believed that statement either. . . .
My parents were hardly what you would have called good role models, my mother was a slut and my father was a distant memory to her and nothing to me. I was the result of a one night stand, not the first of the many in my mother's life and I was the first but not the last child to result from her one night stands, but I was the one that she blamed for her situation in life and she never let me forget it. "If I hadn't got knocked up when I did I could have had a much better life." The number of times she hurled that at me followed by. "It's because of you that I'm a whore!" You can imagine how that made me feel, but it did give me the impetus to want better from my life than this. I despise my mother that much that I just cannot bear to call her by her name, she is merely the woman who brought me into this hell hole.
To the kids at school we were 'trailer trash' and from an early age I was the subject of rumor and conjecture but somehow I managed to keep my virginity intact until after I left school, long after. I wanted desperately to continue in school and make something of myself but was forced to find a job as soon as I was old enough to leave. My first job was as a sales assistant in a dress shop, the owner hired me because I had the looks that she could use to sell her product. Each day I would have to take off my clothes and wear her fashions but I was never allowed to keep any of them, at the end of the day I would have to take them off and dress in my normal clothes for the bus ride home. I don't think that she even cleaned the dresses before putting them back on the racks.
The money wasn't good but it helped out at home which meant that I had little to spend on myself, you know cosmetics and stuff, I even had to buy my own soap and shampoo so that at least I was clean for work, the rest of what I made went to feed my younger brothers.
Even though I had what I thought was a good job mother was forever telling me that I was a slut and would never amount to anything and that I had better get used to it because she had eyes and could see that the men in the trailer park were getting ideas about doing me, and a couple of times she invited men over to check me out. She was a little pissed when I told her that I wouldn't even consider going with a man until I turned eighteen and that if she tried to force me to have sex before than I would go to the cops and Children's Services and she would lose us kids and the child support from two of her lovers and would have to rely on what she charged men for her services to survive. She called me a selfish little whore and an uneasy truce hung over our trailer.
Amber, one of the other sales assistants at the dress shop asked me if I wanted to go with her to a club one night. "Look, it'll be fun, we get to dance to great music and if we're lucky some guys will buy our drinks for us, please come with me, please."
"I don't know." I had turned eighteen a couple of months ago but even at eighteen we weren't allowed into clubs and I didn't want to run the risk of getting caught. "I'm not old enough, don't they check ID's at the door?"
"Sure, but I can get you a fake one that will get you in." She showed me her ID and even I had to admit that it was convincing.
"I've got nothing to wear." I was clutching at straws here, I didn't want to go and was looking for a reason for why I couldn't.
"No problem sister, you're the same size as me so you can call by my place and change into something sexy."
"I don't want to look sexy, I don't want to have to fight boys off all night."
"Nikki, I hate to tell you this but you'd look sexy in a boiler suit."
I got to Amber's place an hour before we were due to go to the club because she wanted to make me over. I was worried about what I would look like when she had finished and with good reason. The face that looked at me in the mirror wasn't mine, it belonged to a slut. "I can't go out looking like this, I look just like my mother and I don't want to look like her."
"Hey lighten up will you, we're going out to have fun, nothing more, and it's easier to have fun if we look like we're out for a good time." Against my better judgment I went along and I did have fun, I danced with Amber and a then couple of guys, had a couple of drinks and it was late when we left the club. Amber grabbed my arm as we left. "Nikki, can you find your own way home, you see, well I met this guy and I fancy him and he's invited me back to his place. Come by tomorrow and pick up your clothes but not too early, I might not be home." I could see the man of choice hovering a few yards away with another man. "I told his friend that you weren't interested in men, he was cool with that."
I had to walk home and it was scary and as I walked past a trailer I heard a man's voice. "Is that you Nikki? My don't you look something, all grown up and ready for action. How about it babe, how would you like some of this?" He was pulling the zipper down and fumbling for his cock. I ran home.
"What's this?" Mom was not her best in the mornings and she was swaying a little as she stood at the end of my bed holding the dress that I wore last night. "It looks like you've seen sense at last and decided that there's more money in sex that selling those dumb dresses."
"It was not like that at all, Amber from work and I just went to a club last night, nothing happened and nothing is about to happen any time soon so you can forget about me bringing home more money."
"It's only a matter of time, there's no getting away from it girl, you're a slut just like me."
"God forbid that I should ever be like you." I got out of bed and washed up before making myself some breakfast. I packed Amber's clothes into a back-pack and walked over to her place.
She answered the door dressed in a bathrobe and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "God what time is it?"
"Afternoon, what time did you get home?"
"About an hour ago, what a night I've had. Make me a cup of coffee while I put something decent on and I'll tell you all about it." She looked a little better after her coffee but not much. "Rick, that was the guy that I hooked up with, and Tony went back to their place and we sat around drinking and laughing and stuff for a couple of hours before Tony said the he was going to bed. Rick was sitting next to me on the sofa and we had been kissing for a while when he slipped the straps from my shoulders and started playing with my tits, god it felt good, and then he kissed them and sucked my nipples and that felt even better and then he took my hand and put it on his cock, it was big and hard and before I knew it I had taken it out and was stroking it. He slipped his finger under my thong and into my sopping wet pussy. Believe me Nikki I had no intention of having sex but I'm glad I did because it was really, really great! He was big and hard and he knew what to do with it, I don't know how many times I came but it was intense, and then . . . . "
"And then what?"
"We must have been making a lot of noise because I looked up and there was Tony standing there, naked and jerking off. I thought Rick's cock was big but Tony's was even bigger and he came and stood next to me so that I could suck it. We had been like this for about five minutes when Rick pulled out of me and stood next to me while he jerked off onto my face. Meanwhile Tony had his cock inside me and was going for it big time. I've never been fucked like this before and was screaming as I came when he pushed his cock into my ass and came inside me."
