"You're not going there, Beth. That's final."
"Why not, dad? If I go there, I'd be going to one of the best schools in the country."
"I understand that. I realize it is one of the best universities, but we can't afford it. Our state school system is affordable and there is nothing to be ashamed of by getting a degree there."
"I don't want to go to a state school. I want to go here!" and she pointed to her acceptance letter.
"Look Beth, to avoid us arguing over this, I'll make you a deal. Your mother and I will give you what it cost for you to go to State. If you turn it down and go to this preppy Ivy League school, you pay the rest.
"Okay, I'll take out a student loan. Maybe I can get a scholarship."
"Those are big, maybes, darling. Good luck with that."
But eighteen-year-old girls are far more resourceful than adults realize. Beth got a scholarship covering twenty percent of tuition but nothing for housing and enrolled in the School of Business. She secured a job in the Student Union at minimum wage. Despite her enterprising efforts, there was still a big hole in Beth's budget that became clear at the end of her first year. Her summer job helped to close the gap.
Beth changed jobs in the fall and worked for a restaurant at minimum wage rather than at the Student Union. The tips made a big difference, but her debts overwhelmed her again. Paying for her half of college expenses became a crash course in personal finance. The only way to pay for her junior year was to take out a student loan. She did it secretly so that her parents wouldn't find out.
Beth turned twenty in August a week before driving off to campus. Her birthday present from her parents was a used car or what the dealer referred to as "a previously driven car." The freedom of owning her own car was thrilling but it too added to the expenses.
Beth's friend, Jamie, had suggested they become roommates and rent a small reasonably priced apartment. Beth did the math and realized it was less expensive than the dorm and she could save money by doing her own cooking. Junior year also came with a boyfriend. His name was Tad. She split her time between her apartment and his. Tad showed her how to love, even crave sex.
Before Tad, sex for Beth was a series of one-night stands. She would go on a date and more often than not, some guy would screw her in a car, fraternity house, or motel. Most of the guys had only their own satisfaction in mind and Beth rarely had an orgasm. Tad changed all that.
Beth realized Tad was special the first time he went down on her. Tad knew all the right places to make her pussy dripping wet. He wanted to make her cum as much as she wanted it. Tad told her that a girl without an orgasm is not much more than a good night kiss.
Tad liked to wait and wait until Beth got to a point of begging him to fuck her. Even then, he teased Beth by entering her a short way, pulling out and waiting for her to wail, "Damn it Tad, get it in. I want you all the way in."
Once he got started, he could last. Tad had amazing self-control and could hold back until Beth was deeply into a powerful orgasm. Then he let go with shots that were heard around the world. She would scream with passion and he would growl like a tiger. His ejaculations were massive and seemed to boil out of her pussy even while he stayed inside her. Tad stayed hard and was in no hurry to pull out. Beth loved the fulness in her body.
Sex with Tad wasn't just about orgasms and cum. They both enjoyed experimenting and tried different ways and places for his cock to get into her cunt. They fucked in the shower, on chairs, tables, rugs, and once on the stairs leading to his apartment. A late-night favorite was riding up and down in the elevator. They covered all five floors a half dozen times while she rode him to a strong eruption that seeped down her thighs while they fell into bed.
Beth liked being with Tad but he wasn't ambitious. To begin with, Tad was a sixth year undergraduate. He said he wasn't in a hurry to graduate and college life suited him. Beth explained to him that she had no choice about graduating. She was up to her tits in debt and every month it got worse. She had a student loan that would come due soon without any idea how to pay it back.
Tad said he had an idea that might help. "So, what's your brilliant idea, Tad."
"Work at the Pink Kink."
"You're kidding, aren't you Tad? That's a strip bar!"
"No, I'm very serious. My buddy is the bartender there and says they pay well. The tips are generous and that is the main reason the girls work there. The other thing is you have boobs that fit the job."
Beth sulked and sounded resistant when she said, "Thanks for the compliment but no thanks."
"Think about it, Beth," Tad said. "You are so beautiful and sexy. You would be a star at the Pink Kink."
A month passed and her studies were going well and sex with Tad continued to be great. That was the good news. The bad news was that her bills kept mounting with no relief in sight.
"I've been thinking about it Tad. Maybe I should try it," Beth said to Tad.
"Try what?" he asked.
"You know, the strip club. How do I ask for a job there?"
"I'll ask the guy I know who works there and tell him you are interested. He's a good guy and you can go there and ask for him. His name is Fabian."
"I'm scared, Tad. I don't want to do it, but I have no choice."
"Just be yourself and everything will work out. Look, Beth, we'll go together some night and talk to Fabian. You can see what the club is like and if you like it, ask for an audition. Oh, and wear something sexy when we go. That always helps."
They went to the Pink Kink around ten Saturday night. The drinks were expensive, but Tad paid for one round. A woman with small tits was on the pole and they watched until she removed her G-string that brought on approval and a handful of tens and twenties thrown on the stage. Less than five minutes later the woman was serving drinks topless to customers.
The next dancer surprised Beth. It was a girl in her sociology class. Beth thought her name was Cynthia and remembered how she flirted with the professor. She had a firm young body and was a great dancer. The girl performed topless for ten or fifteen minutes but kept her G-string on. She didn't get much in the way of tips. That was lesson one. Men pay for naked pussies. Beth's classmate also became a waitress until she disappeared in a back room with one of the customers.
"Where did she go, Tad?"
"I'm not sure, Beth. I think they might have a private room where the girls do lap dances. It's just another way of earning more money."
During a short pause in the entertainment, Tad took Beth to meet Fabian. The three of them went to the back office to talk with the owner who scheduled Beth for a Monday afternoon audition. "Wear heels," he said. "You will need to dance in heels, the spikier the better."
Beth was understandably nervous at the audition. The boss loved her tits but said her dancing needed work. He suggested coming to the club an hour before opening and practice. He said she could be a topless waitress in the meantime. The rules were clear. She could use the back rooms for lap dancing but no blowjobs or fucking on the premises. Take it somewhere else," he warned. "We would lose our license if any of the girls have sex here."
Beth worked for two weeks before she performed her first dance in public. It went well and she was making twice what she earned at the restaurant. As she got better at dance seduction, the money got better too. After a month as a stripper, she was comfortable finishing her performance totally nude. The tips piled up and more and more men asked for a lap dance. The house got a third of whatever the men paid which was always between $25 and $30 depending on the song. Beth loved getting a rise out them, especially the older men with grey hair. A couple of her customers asked for a date, but she always said no.
Beth was home for the summer working at a bar earning minimum wage again, but the tips were good. That kind of money didn't make a dent in her bank account. So after a month at home, Beth told her parents she had to get back to campus to start her senior thesis. She lived with Tad and went back to the Pink Kink to earn "real money" as Tad called it.
For a while she danced, served drinks and lap danced. Beth was paying her bills but every month she was a little short. Tad said it was alright with him if she dated a few of the men. They both knew what that meant. Men who dated strippers had expectations.
Beth chose carefully for her first time. He was a man about fifty, from out of town, and had money by the look of his clothes and willingness to tip. She agreed to meet him for lunch the next day to get better acquainted. He asked her to join him at his motel. Beth said she wasn't that kind of girl. The man took out a one hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. "Would this help you become that kind of girl?" he asked pushing the money toward her.
She didn't look at the money but stared at the man pretending to be embarrassed. Instead of taking the money, she said, "It's a start."
He went back at his wallet and added another hundred. "How's that bitch?"
"Better but a little light."
"Okay, here's three hundred but that's it. Take it or leave it!"
Beth said, "Wear a condom and we've got a deal." She took the money and he took her to the motel.
He wasn't much of a fuck. He was one and done like the guys she screwed on one-night stands her freshman year. She only got pleasure from the money. He started on her nipples, then spent a short time sucking pussy. He banged her hard but not for long. He was far too horny to go for more than five minutes. The man filled his condom to overflowing, then rested for twenty minutes wanting it again. Beth said, "Okay for an extra hundred." He said it wasn't in the budget. He dropped her off on campus minutes later.
If an hour and a half of sex work for three hundred dollars was all it took, Beth decided an occasional affair like this was worth her time and she had the time. Most of Beth's course work was done and her main project was the senior thesis. That meant Beth had plenty of time in the afternoon to entertain men at the motel and dance at night.
Many of the men who could afford her services were older, men fifty and up. They were teddy bears in bed and not too demanding. On occasion, a man would get rough with her and slap her around, but it wasn't a deal breaker.
