Megan woke up. The first thing she realized was that her hand was between her legs, her fingers softly rubbing her clit. The second thing she realized was that she was very wet. And the third thing she realized was that she still had dry cum all over her body. The images from yesterday flashed in her mind. José fingers in her ass, the glory hole, all those cocks. She could still remember the taste of all that cum. She wet her lips and moved her tongue around her mouth, reminiscing of when it was full of cock. The memories were turning her on. All those men desiring her, lusting over her. They needed her. They wanted her. She made all those cocks hard with her body, with her wet lips. Megan's nipples hardened and she could feel herself getting more wet. She desperately wanted to keep playing but José and Lauren were very specific that sluts needed to stay horny. Frustrated, Megan pulled her hand away from her pussy. She went about her morning routine of showering, brushing her teeth, doing her nails and makeup.
She stood naked in front of her closet and thought about what she wanted to wear. This would be her 4th day at work. The days have been progressively getting more and more wild, and she knew she was addicted. She loved it. She loved the attention, and the lust, and how it made her feel. She knew she had to have more.
Megan critically assessed her closet. There was no longer any doubt. This was a stripper's closet. Megan selected a sleeveless, pink lace mini dress. It was the type of dress that strippers wore in between their pole routines when they walk around the club trying to entice men to pay for a private dance. This dress is usually worn with panties, but Lauren was so critical last time. Megan decided that it was better not to risk getting criticized again, so she decided to wear the lace dress with no panties and no bra. Megan rationalized that so many people have already seen her naked, it didn't really matter. And, her regular panties are so small, that it was basically the same as not wearing any, anyways. She paired the dress with a pair of high heel stripper heels.
Megan was in the hallway of her apartment building, waiting for the elevator. She was on her way to work. Steve, her next-door neighbor, was leaving at the same time.
"Hey Megan....holy shit. Damn. What are you wearing?"
Megan just smiled. "Do you like it? I just bought it. I have to wear sexy outfits for work."
"I love it. You look unbelievable." responded Steve.
"Thank you."
"What kind of work do you do? Like stripper or escort."
"It was a fair question given how she was dressed" thought Megan to herself.
"No, I work in the adult toy store - the adult emporium" explained Megan.
"Yeah. ok. That's cool. But do you also like work hourly. Can I pay you?" asked Steve fumbling with the words.
"What do you mean. Pay for what?"
"I mean. The way you are dressed. Aren't you an escort and that story about the adult store is just like a cover story. If you tell me how much you charge? I can totally pay."
"You want to have sex with me and pay for it" asked Megan her tone a mix of shock and surprise.
"Oh, sorry. I don't know how this works. I've never hired an escort before. Do you have like a menu with prices?" asked Steve.
Megan felt like she should be furious to be mistaken for a hooker. She wasn't a hooker or a prostitute or a stripper or a whore or whatever other name they go by. She felt like she should be angry and tell Steve to go fuck himself.
Instead, she found herself playing along. "I don't have a menu. But what would you like to do, and how much would you pay for me?"
Megan couldn't believe it. She was actually discussing a price for herself. She was actually going to put a price on how much each of her holes was worth. She could feel her pussy getting wet, her cheeks flush, her nipples hardening.
Steve thought about it - looking Megan up and down, checking out the merchandise. "How do I know what I am paying for. What if your pussy is like really used and loose."
Megan felt indignant. "My pussy is not loose. It's the best pussy you've ever seen. It's so tight and always wet. Look. " Megan pulled the front of her dress up, exposing her pussy to Steve. She then used her fingers to spread her pussy lips open, showing Steve how wet and tight she was.
Steve stood there for a few moments staring at Megan's pussy.
"Yeah, you win. Your pussy is really nice" responded Steve, and then after thinking for another second continued. "But, what about your ass. What if I want to fuck you in the ass, and your ass is not nice. "
"Oh yeah" responded Megan. "Watch this". Her dress was already around her waist. She turned around, bent at her waist, spread her legs, and then used her arms to spread her ass cheeks, showing her asshole and gaping pussy to Steve. Megan crammed her head back to see Steve's reaction.
Steve just stared at her perfect ass and pussy. After a few moments, he recovered. "Ok, fine, they are both amazing, but what about your tits."
Megan gave Steve a sexy smile, enjoying the little game. She turned back to face him and lowered the front of her dress, letting her tits spill out. Her dress was now just around her waist. Megan's tits and pussy were completely on display.
Steve walked up to Megan and gave each tit a squeeze. Megan just smiled, not making any move to stop him.
He then lowered his hand and felt her pussy and her wetness. He played a little with her clit, and then slipped a finger inside her. Megan moaned from the penetration, but stood still, letting Steve do anything he wanted.
Steve moved his finger around but kept it insider her.
"Do you think $100 is too much" asked Steve, while starting to move the finger in and out. Megan's pussy was making wet slushing sounds with every thrust.
Megan couldn't answer. She just put her hand against Steve's shoulder to steady herself, afraid that her legs would give out.
"Maybe $50, or is that too much also? How much do whores charge," asked Steve casually, while continuing a slow and methodical thrusting in and out.
Megan was so close. She just needed him to go faster and harder. She needed his fingers deeper. She tried to move her hips to meet his fingers, trying to get him to increase his motion and depth.
"You're right. $50 is too much. Maybe whores charge $50, but you are not a whore, Megan"
The elevator door opened. Thankfully it was empty. After a few seconds, the door closed. They missed their elevator.
Steve just continued moving his finger in and out, not letting Megan change speed nor depth, leaving her frustrated.
"You are a slut, and sluts are cheap," continued Steve.
He pushed his finger all the way insider her, and kept it there without moving.
"I will pay $5 for all your holes. I will use them anyway that I want for as long as I want."
Steve finally pulled his finger out. He took out his wallet and took out a $5 dollar bill. He used the bill like a tissue and wiped Megan's pussy with it. He then pushed the wet bill into her mouth.
"After work, come to my apartment. I'll see you later."
Megan stood a little dazed as Steve left through the staircase. Still very horny and frustrated that she was so close. "So, that's what her holes are worth. She sold herself for $5" thought Megan.
After a few moments of being in a daze, Megan finally took out the bill from her month. Carefully unfolded it and put it in her purse. She, then re-arranged the dress, putting it back in place, covering her tits and pussy with the lacy material.
The rest of her trip was eventful. She arrived in the store. Lauren was there to greet here.
"Megan. I am so glad to see you. I love this outfit. I see you took my advice about no bra. Great job. Excellent listening skills. "
Megan just smiled from the compliment. Happy to have Laurens appreciation.
Lauren continued. "Megan, I need your help. You don't know this, but our biggest investor is the same person that owns that strip club down the block. And, he needs more girls working the floor today. I actually already sent José over there to help manage all the extra girls. "
"I guess it sounds like he is your pimp today," laughed Lauren at her own joke.
Megan wasn't sure she wanted to actually work as a stripper. It was one thing to dress like one, but actually working at a strip club just seemed too much.
"Can I just work here today?" asked Megan.
"This is exactly what I am trying to teach you and why we have the probation and the tasks. You can't be afraid of your sexuality. It's not what our brand is about, and I don't think that's who you are, either."
Megan just nodded.
"Have fun. Don't forget. You are representing our brand at the club."
Megan agreed, left the store, and walked the short distance down the block to the strip club. The club was nicer, even classier, than Megan imagined. This was her first time inside a strip club.
José saw Megan as soon as she walked in.
"Megan. I am so glad you made it. We are really swamped here. This floor is the green zone. It's open to the public, and upstairs is the blue zone, which is for private members only. For now, just see if anyone wants a lap dance. Lap dances are for one song for $15. I'll let you know when it's your turn to dance on stage. And, if you are good, then you'll go into the blue zone with the vips."