For most people, it's hard to earn money when you're going to college. For Sarah Nerato, it was no different. She'd been going to City College in Southern California, a mecca for young hot women and a place where Sarah was right at home, for a couple years and wanted more out of life- more fun and more money. She was a fairly superficial girl, like most there. She worked hard on her looks even though they didn't really need much work. At 5'5" and just over 100lbs she was petite and thin with dark Eastern European and Hawaiian coloring, big brown eyes, long dark hair a beautiful almond shaped face with big pouty lips. All of this was exceptional enough, but what was truly contrary to expected genetics were her tits- big perky natural 36C tits stood proud and firm with the weightlessness of youth and the slight bounce of naturalness. She worked out regularly, tanned and took care of herself like it was a full time job. She knew eventually her looks would make her rich in one way or another, but she didn't know which way yet, so she studied acting casually and dated her boyfriend casually.
She couldn't pinpoint why exactly she started stripping...maybe it was because she loved to see men ogling her incredible hotness, maybe it was because she loved the intensely erotic act of writhing on stage, one definite reason, however, was the money. She was racking it in every night she danced. Men had never seen anyone so beautiful, not to mention anyone so beautiful half naked, before and she knew it and could count it in every dollar she earned every night. She loved her boyfriend in a casual way, but something inside her told her she was wasting her eroticism on him...to be young, to take chances, to have fun, why not when you're 20, hot and busty?
Friday night, and the group of young men came in to the Pussy Cat in prototypical bachelor party fashion. One sheepish looking young man, maybe 26 tall and somewhat cute, being shuffled in behind a group of grinning idiots. The sheepish guy took the middle seat in front of the main stage, and the rest surrounded him, laughing like morons. Sarah was at the bar, waiting to go on in a couple hours, occasionally she'd make money just by showing her tits to guys, and she enjoyed just hanging out while still getting more attention than the girl on stage. One of the bigger grinning idiots from the group, a broad shoulder, somewhat cute guy in his late twenties, approached Sarah and drunkenly slurred,
"I promised my buddy over there," pointing to the obvious groom to be, "That I would find the hottest girl in the place and buy him a private dance, and you have got to be the single hottest piece of stripper ass in this place."
She was wearing a corset and short booty shorts, which left little to the imagination. She usually liked the attention, but usually the guys were worshipful and shy around her, this guy had an arrogant face and an overconfident smile. Also, his breath smelled like tequila, too much tequila.
"I usually don't do private dances," Sarah replied.
The guy grinned wider, "I'm a lawyer. I'm pretty much made of money. I can pay you...a lot."
OK asshole, Sarah thought. This guy was more than a little cocky.
Sarah grinned at this, "I guess I could do one for $400."
"What?! Isn't it usually 100 tops?!" The guy looked flabbergasted.
"Yeah, but do you see any girl in here as hot as me?" Sarah could be just as cocky if she wanted.
He laughed, "You better be sucking some dick for $400, girly."
"Excuse me?!" Now it was Sarah who was nonplussed.
She turned to walk away from this drunken ass when he grabbed her arm with his big sweaty hand.
"Wow, wow, girly. No need to take offense. I'm sure it'd be worth it just to see you out of that skimpy little outfit. I've never seen such a little hottie with such big titties before! Are those things real?"
Sarah had had just about enough.
"Listen asshole, I'm getting pretty tired of your shit, and I'm about to call my friend Mike over there to kick your ass out of here."
She gestured to a humongous gargoyle of a bouncer standing by the door, and the drunk guy quickly swallowed.
"Wow, wow. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. I'm Dave."
He stuck out his hand to shake hers, and after eyeing it suspiciously for a moment, Sarah reluctantly shook it
"Sarah."
"Okay, Sarah. It's nice to meet you. Like I said, I'm flush tonight...like always."
Sarah rolled her eyes. This cocky asshole was unbelievable.
"But $400 is a bit steep. I may have to do some quality control to see if it's worth it." Dave looked her up and down, and she felt his eyes on her body.
"Quality control?" She asked.
"Yeah, you give me a quick lapdance for $100, just two songs, and I'll see if it's worth it for my buddy."
Her patience was wearing thin, and if only to get rid of this guy, who was starting to piss her off, she agreed.
"Fine, asshole. Let's go."
Dave laughed at this. "Ooooh this pussy cat likes to scratch!" Again Sarah rolled her eyes, this guy was getting on her nerves.
She led him back to a small dark 10X10 room with a curtain and a good deal of distance separating them from the club.
"Mmmm, I like it back here. Nice and private."