Now that you've read about my life so far, what do you think? That's too fucking bad cause there are many more tales about money, power and let us not forget about sex. Oh, the sex! Carnal knowledge of another is so sweet, seductive, intoxicating and powerful. Mmmm! I can almost taste it. Can you?
Back to the story of me: Diamond. Where was I? That's right, my first strip club gig. What a shit hole! Remember that hot guy I told you about, the one I worked with? He thought I should try stripping. So, this place he goes to is where I apply to and find work. It is located deep in the hood, so the cliental aren't exactly gentlemanly. The owner is a sleaze, but he made sure us girls where never harmed. The bouncers are big boys, in every sense of the word. Not the brightest, but they do their job well and we do show our appreciation from time to time.
The hot guy I just had sex with for my first time takes me afterwards to this strip club. We talked after sex about how he thinks I should strip. Me with my hormones sky high agrees. I'm sexually charged to the max right now and feel like I can take on the world. We walk inside to see the owner so I can apply.
Not knowing what to expect, but not with very high hopes, helped me to brace myself for what I saw. A small stage with two poles on either end. A cat walk in the middle with rickety chairs and tables on either side. As I walked in, I saw the short bar on the right with a skimpy dressed barmaid/stripper . The "dj" booth is to the left of the stage. A bouncer at the door and one near the stage to keep the rift raft in line. The floor is a beige dirty color and the walls are plain white mixed with cracks and dirt.
Watching a dancer do her thing made me realize I didn't have to be that good. Men just flung their money at her. Call me a bitch, but I know I look better and dance better than her, even without experience. I'll rule this hole and I did too and the other girls hated me. So what's new?
We see the owner in his room in the back of the place. My guy tells him I'm looking for work. The owner was at the time middle age, balding with a comb over, wearing a thrift store suit. He smelled of cheap cigars and even cheaper cologne. Other than that, he was ok. His office is cramped. A desk, chair, phone and pics on the wall of all his girls over the years.
"You want a job?" His scratchy voice asks. "Dance." I look at my guy and back at him in wonder.
"No music?" I inquire. But I know the rhythm is in your body and your confidence is your power. There's a radio on his desk and as I walk as seductively as I can towards him, hips swaying, I bend over at the waist with my loose shirt hanging low, exposing my tits, I turn it on. I smile , catching him staring at me and smile back, blowing him a kiss. He lets out chuckle. I got this job already.
The rock music is as loud as it can be from such an old radio. I toss my shirt in his face and bend forward shaking my tits in my lacey red bra. I Lift up my left leg onto his shoulder to take off my heels, leaning close to his ear, so I can blow into it. My short shorts barely cover me. With one shoe off, I do the same with my right leg. This time I moan into his ear. With my red high heels off and my right leg still on him, I wrap my arms behind his head , pushing him in between my legs. He rubs his face in it. I swing my leg off, turn around, grab each strap of my red g-string, look back, wink and shake my hips.
Another song comes on so I work it quicker. I bend forward, sliding off my shorts side to side, rocking my hips as I go. They hit the floor and I step out of them, spreading my legs, grabbing my ankles, I look upside down at him, noticing him fully erect. I sit on his lap and grind him while my hands remove my bra that I drop to the floor. I moan and groan all the time I dance to simulate his sexual desires. I do it not just for him, but for my own. Loving it all! It's a rush being in control like this.
To finish him off along with the song, I turn around on him, hold his head in my arms, lips dangerously close, push his face into my tits and tell him to motorboat me. He obeys and I laugh at how it tickles. I drop a hand into his lap and I feel his dick through his jeans and stroke it. He squirms in protest, but I rub faster and he closes his eyes moaning. It's not too long before cum stains his pants. The dance excites me more than I expected. God, I need to fuck.
"Fuck!" He yells as I get off him. "Damn it girl! You aren't supposed to do that, but shit that was hot. I can't tell you to do that here, but I can't stop you either. So, just be careful out there ok. Those guys can be rowdy."
I feel happy, excited, both physically and sexually and powerful too. I've heard you never work if you do what you love. Sex, power and money. This is it for me. Not this place, but I know there has to be better places for me to work. Maybe start my own place one day. "So I got the job then?" I excitedly ask.
"Yes, now go work tonight if you want. Remember I get 30 percent of your earnings. Now get out so I can clean myself up." He waves his hands dismissively. I get dressed quickly and leave, but not before kissing his cheek. He smiles and shakes his head. "And remember, there's no sex in the champagne room. At least it's not condoned by the establishment." That's the loophole. We tell the bouncer to turn a blind eye if we think the guy is hot or loaded with cash and maybe give him a little bit too. Money, sex or both. It doesn't happen often , but it still does happen.
I grab my guy by his shirt, pull him up, tell him thanks and grab his huge cock through his jeans, telling him my last dance is for him. He watches me all night dance and I dance for him too and he even tips me well. It felt odd at first, but I really started to love it after the first few dances. Even the assholes I didn't mind as long as they tipped well and there are plenty of them. I love the dirty smell of money and the sex and the power over it all the girls here have. It's very intoxicating.
