I was a stripper in a local seedy bar in town and pretty good at my job too. I worked the peak hours of 10 pm to 12 am. I didnât like my job too much. I had to shed my clothes everyday for dozens of horny guys who couldnât wait till after show hours to pick me up. But I was strict, I danced, I stripped but I rarely slept with any of them. At the most I would encourage a quick blow for some money but I kept my pussy pretty much to myself. The money was kinda ok and helped pay for my college tuition. The fact that I had to drive miles away from college to a different town so that I wouldnât be found out didnât bother me too much. My job at campus as a respectable waitress and the strip club job kept me quite financially stable, not comfortable, but stable.
I clearly remember the day I ran into Jess James. He was about 50, balding and smelled of oil and cigar smoke. I was gyrating to the fast music, bumping and grinding my puss on the pole in front of me for the pleasure of the men around. My bikini top lay discarded at my feet and my large 36 C breasts jiggled as I humped the pole. As much as I tried to avoid getting horny during these sizzling dances of mine I just couldnât help it. The mood, the music, the horny guys with sizeable shameless erections applauding me always made my puss juice up and throb with excitement. But it usually didnât go much farther than that. I had no boyfriend and secretly liked girls so I struggled to control myself as I drove home and then relieved myself with my many toys the favorite of which was a long green jelly like dildo.
Jess was sitting at the front row tables and smoking a cigar while he spoke to a couple of men. He wore an expensive looking suit and many gold chains and rings adorned him. He had a fat pug nose, several pock marks on his face and an oily head. Not in the last bit attractive but smelled of money. He kept buying the most expensive drinks for his buddies and thought nothing of slipping huge dollar bills into the waitressesâ cleavages. A couple of the girls backstage were excited having smelled the lure of money. You see itâs not often that we get a wealthy gent in here. A couple of the girls hoped to land him in bed later that night. I couldnât for the life of me understand how they could bear to go to bed with such an ugly pug faced man, no matter how wealthy he was.
It was with this thought in my head that I finished the dance. I bowed and left the stage as Carmen the fetish dancer sprang onto the dance floor with clamps attached to her nipples. I had not failed to notice how Jess looked at me all during the dance. I shuddered again. I showered, dressed comfortably in jeans and a shirt and left to the parking lot for my car. I fumbled in my purse for my keys when a voice right behind me made me jump.
âMr. James would like to meet with you Miss.â Said a young man in a driverâs uniform.
âI donât meet anybody I donât already know.â I said.
âYou will meet Mr. James Miss.â Said the driver with an air of threatening in his voice.
âAnd if I donât.â I said defiantly.
âThen you will be forced and I can promise you, you wonât like that.â He said with an evil grin on his face.
I looked around the lonely parking lot. It was 12.30 am and not a soul was around. The guard who had escorted me to my car had long since left and I was all alone. Oh what the hell, Iâll blow him, make some money and get the fuck outa here I thought to my self.
âAllright Iâll come, but only for 5 minutes.â I said.
The driver said nothing but laughed slightly. He led me to the side of the parking lot where an impressive black shiny limousine was parked. He opened the door for me and then shoved me in gently.
âAh, Miss Parker.â Said the fat, ugly, pock marked man from the dance hall.
âYou!â I exclaimed. âDonât you know that itâs against rules to meet any of the dancers after shows?â I asked.
He laughed unpleasantly scratching his bald head with one hand and puffing on his cigar with the other.
âI am Jess James.â He said. âI could buy and shut this damn place down in seconds, so I donât think we need worry about rules darling.â He cooed.
I looked at him sulkily knowing that whatever he said was probably true, judging by his gold and his limousine.
âSo what do you want?â I asked. âYou wanna fuck me? I donât fuck. Iâm not a whore. I justâŠâ
âStrip here because it helps pay your college fees.â He said completing my sentence.
I looked at his fat puffy face in shock. He was drinking champagne now and offered me a glass. I took it, not knowing why I did.
âI know all about you Parker. Trish Parker.â He said smiling and showing a set of very brown yellow tobacco stained teeth. âYou study at Creston, and work at Duffyâs as a waitress. You drive all the way here because you hope that this secret of yours will not be found out so far. Especially by your catholic mother. You have a younger sister called Brittany. Sheâs a year younger than you and goes to a law school in Boston. You come from a poor family and struggle to make ends meet. You have no boyfriend and have a secret passion for girls.â He said.
His last statement shocked me and I stared at him open mouthed.
âHow the hell?â I asked him incredulously.
âItâs my job Ms. Parker, or shall we say Trish.â He said. âTo seek out young, needy beautiful women like you and offer them a life of riches and fame if only they be bold enough to take it.â
âWhat are you talking about?â I asked him, my interest growing by the minute.
âI mean, I am a porn king, Miss. Parker. I am the Jess James famous erotic movie director. I make movies for sale abroad. I have seen in you the youth, fire and beauty that would make a lovely porn star. In short Trish, I have come to offer you a career that will help you make millions. I have already made several girls most of whom you probably know.â He said. âSara C, Tassah, Juliet, Chelae, Mia.â