Both twenty three years old, Adam and Jo had married young. They had both decided that, before settling into a domestic lifestyle, they would use their savings and travel to Europe. The sights beckoned them; London's parliament square and majestic bridges that spanned the River Thames, the sunshine of the Spanish coast, the Eiffel Tower in the heart of historic Paris and the red light areas of the Dutch capital, Amsterdam.
When they eventually arrived in Amsterdam, they soon realised that their cash resources were running dangerously low. What they needed, was work to tide them over for a few months and after finding a small apartment available on a short term basis, they both set about the task of locating suitable employment. For two days Adam scoured the streets and wanted ad's without success. All that he had been offered were a few lousy bar-tending jobs that paid very little. He wanted to try just a little longer before accepting this sort of work. Jo, however, had faired much better. Her training as a dancer had impressed many leering club owners, and had finally accepted a position in a small club that paid almost twice what Adam would have earned as a bar tender. She was certainly no prude, she had been almost disappointed to learn that the club only required her to dance topless, and not fully nude.
After another two days of fruitless job searching, Adam finally decided to take one of the bar tending positions that he had been offered. It would not be too bad, he reasoned, they would both be working at night, and with a little money coming in, they would be able to explore the city during the day. Besides, it would not be for ever.
The club that Jo was to dance at was called Bella's, and, as Adam was not due to start his job for another few days, he decided to accompany his wife on her first night. He was not worried at all about the nature of her job, they had always had a very understanding relationship before and after they were married, he just thought it would be nice to watch her dance and Max, the owner of the club, had promised him free admission. He sat quietly at the bar nursing a beer and watched the dancers. He had to admit they were very good. Jo had not yet begun her set, but the other dancers kept the earlier part of the evening going well. He watched several girls of differing shapes and sizes gyrate their bodies over the small stage in various stages of undress, and soon realised that the one thing they had in common was the size of their breasts. All the girls were extremely well endowed in that area and Adam guessed that this was in keeping with the theme of the club. This was fine with him. He had always been a boob man himself! He always adored the way that Jo swung her 36DD breasts in front of him when they made love, driving him crazy by teasing his cock with the long sensitive nipples and eventually letting him bury his face in her ample cleavage. Adam knew that the club's customers were in for a treat tonight.
Just after midnight, the club was full. A young man dressed only in leather trousers and a leather waistcoat leapt up onto the stage holding a microphone. Adam guessed that he was the MC.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." The mans voice boomed out. "We have a special attraction for you tonight. All the way from the United States, please welcome onto the stage......the lovely...Josephine!"
As the MC quickly left the stage, the lights dimmed and the customers cheered and clapped. A single spotlight hit the stage as Jo slowly danced out from behind the curtain. The room was silent. All eyes watched the stage as Jo began her set. The music was the theme from Swan Lake, and Adam knew it well. His wife loved ballet, and her classical training would delight the customers. Instead of the usual leotard or ballet dress, Jo wore little more than a see through chiffon wrap and bikini panties as she pirouetted and leapt across the small stage. Her large breasts swung delightfully under the flimsy material and Adam was close enough to see that her sensitive nipples were becoming swollen and erect. The sight was not lost on most of the customers, either, as shouts encouraging her to lose the top and display her breasts could be heard all around the dark room. Jo was good. Very good. Rather than just rip her top off immediately, she teased the audience with selective glimpses of her ample breasts as she danced. A peek here, a glimpse there, had the customers shouting and cheering loudly. As the music came to a thundering crescendo, Jo pulled the chiffon wrap clear of her tits and dropped to the floor in a wide splits. As the lights went out, the audience applauded and cheered. The set had obviously been a huge success.
When the lighting returned to normal, the same, earlier dancers were back on stage twisting their hips and flashing their breasts to the low beat of some slow rock music. Adam was still a little breathless from watching his wife's performance, and turned back to his drink on the bar. A pretty waitress, again with a large bare chest, sidled up to him.
"You can go backstage if you want." she whispered in his ear. "Jo's finished her set now. Come on, I'll show you the way."
Draining his beer and rising from the stool, Adam followed the waitress through a small door at the side of the bar. The dressing room was full of semi-naked girls and Adam didn't quite know where to look. Seeing his slight embarrassment, the waitress laughed.
"Don't be shy! I'm sure you've seen tits and pussy before!" she giggled, pointing "Jo's over there."
Max, the bar owner, had been watching his new girl's set as he watched all of his new dancers. He was most impressed. The customers obviously loved her. As his mind worked, he came to the decision that maybe she could do better than to dance, perhaps there was something else that he could offer her to make her and Max a lot more money. Still thinking, he made his way to the dressing room to talk to her. As he approached, he found Jo and Adam chatting with the other girls.
"Congratulations!" he commended her in near perfect English. "You dance very well."
Jo and Adam looked up as they heard him speak.
"Thanks, Max. By the way, this is my husband Adam."
The two men shook hands. Max looked at Adam with an experienced eye. This gets better all the time, he thought, as he took in Adam's tall, muscular frame and striking good looks.
"Come to my office, both of you. I wish to discuss something with you."
Intrigued, the young couple followed Max into a plush, air conditioned office. Expensive looking portraits hung from the walls, a large desk occupied the centre of the room, and a leather sofa sat against one wall. Max invited them to sit on the sofa as he parked himself on the edge of his desk and addressed them.
"You dance very well." He repeated. "But I have an offer for you both that would pay you each more than double what Jo is being paid."
As he waited for a response, Jo and Adam looked at each other excitedly.
"I have another club." Max continued. "Not quite the same as Bella's, it's a little more...risque, you know?" I'll get straight to the point. How do you both feel about making love in front of an audience?"
Adam and Jo looked at each other again. What he was talking about was a live sex show. It was not the sort of thing that either of them had ever considered, but the money he was offering was, frankly, fantastic and would set them up nicely.
Sensing that they were undecided, Max continued with the sell.
