"I've no idea what I'm going to do if I'm honest. A months payoff isn't worth shit."
Emma stirred her coffee idly, staring into it as though it contained the answers to all her problems. She knew Kelly could see the sadness in those brown eyes of hers, but she was past caring.
Kelly reached out and held her other hand in a show of comfort.
"Have a little faith. Things are never as bad as they seem."
Emma flicked her eyes up to her friend.
"Oh they are.
You know what I did to try and keep that sales job."
She didn't even want to think too much about it. She saw Kelly avert her eyes knowing she was probably disgusted at her. But she'd had to tell someone if only to make herself feel better. And one drunken Friday night at her house she'd just come out with it.
"That." She said with emphasis.
"That. And they still didn't keep me on."
Kelly took a deep breath and flicked her long blonde hair away from her eyes. Emma could see the almost formed words begging to escape her lips.
"Not like they knew what you did.
But..."
"Go on." She invited looking quickly about the coffee shop.
"There's no one here, so say what you've been thinking. I deserve it."
Kelly's lips turned up into a smile. But there was still hesitation in her voice.
"You know.
I never criticised you because I'm..." She trialed away and glanced at her own coffee mug before taking an uncomfortable gulp of the cooling liquid.
Emma decided to chastise herself instead of waiting for her friend to do it.
"I let him fuck me in that office because I was desperate for the contract. It makes me little more that a prostitute. I know that but..."
"Emma. Shut up."
Emma stopped at the sharp tone in Kelly's voice, afraid a good friendship was about to fall apart.
"I didn't criticise you because...
I've done worse."
Emma's lips parted in shock at the admission. She just stared at the pretty blonde girl sat across the table trying to fathom what she could have done that was worse than being fucked by a customer over his desk while a secretary listened through the door.
"You asked me once how I afforded the payments on my car."
She smirked with a little embarrassment, glancing down into her lap. Emma could see her milky white skin turning crimson.
"Go on."
"I'm only telling you this because if... If you're willing... It could help you..."
Emma watched the words dry up, choked back by fear of some deep dark secret.
"Help me? Help me how?" Emma was suddenly intrigued.
Kelly's eyes studied her. She feared her reaction.
"I know this club, some people.
It's very exclusive and they need girls like you and me. I've worked there about twice a month for a year and it pays well. Tops up my wages and pays for that flash car outside"
"Doing what?"
There was hesitation.
"It's a voyeurs club."
Emma's mind raced. She knew what the words meant but she was struggling to see what it was Kelly was trying to portray. She gave her an encouraging smile
"Voyeur?
I don't understand."
Kelly's eyes darted widely about to be sure they couldn't be overheard.
"Basically you have sex on a stage and people watch. They pay five hundred pounds a performance."
Emma stared for a moment slightly shocked at posh little Kelly's admission. But she also felt a tinge of arousal at the thought of it and she silently cursed her hormones.
"Oh. Er.
And there's a vacancy?" Emma realised she sounded like she was enquiring after a regular job, but she didn't know how else to say it.
"Yeah. For a pretty girl like you. You're beautiful, gypsy black hair, big eyes and your dusky skin tone. They'd bite your hand off."
Emma laughed. She hadn't thought of herself as beautiful but she did know most men found her hot. She wasn't super slim like Kelly but her slightly fuller figure had always been appreciated.
She sipped her coffee as she contemplated the offer. All the while she could picture that massive mortgage payment that would come around every month with relentless assuredly.
"What would I have to do?" Stupid question she thought. But there was no way she was paying next months bills without doing something.
"Come with me Wednesday night."
Kelly held her eyes firmly with her own, challenging her to accept.
"Five hundred pounds for doing no more than what you did with that factory boss. But it's a lot more fun I can promise you."
"And I can just turn up? Just like that?"
Part of her hoped there was more too it. The lure of the money was subduing the disgust she should have felt. She needed a delay mechanism to let her senses override her need to say yes.
Kelly wasn't giving her an escape route.
"We're encouraged to find new performers. Obviously I don't shout about it a lot. You'll be my first recruit."
Little more than forty eight hours later and Emma found herself in a small hall in the centre of town. There were several girls there, all pretty and all looking as though they had done this before. Each stripping and chatting. A room full of bouncing tits and shaved pussy as they checked make up and exchanged tips like the girls of a dancing troupe backstage.
The older woman who had greeted them passed amongst the performers speaking to the occasional one she knew. She gave Emma an encouraging smile as she went by. Emma felt like an embarrassed newbie, still trying to comprehend how she'd let herself be talked herself into this. But she needed the money, and if Kelly could do it, she was only nineteen, then so could she.
"What do I do?" Emma asked nervously.
"Strip." Kelly said matter of factly as she pulled off her own top.
Emma couldn't help but look at the large, slightly pendulous white tits topped with neat pink nubs as they swung free.
"Hurry up.
They're sending you out first."
Emma's mouth dropped open.
"What that quick?" Emma looked horrified as her stomach started doing summersaults.
"First?
Don't I get a demonstration or something?"
"No. Get you out there before you can think too much about it. Did the same to me. And yes, I had the same stunned look that's on your face right now." She laughed.
Emma started to peel off her clothing noting the glances from the other girls checking out their competition. They'd all been first timers once and knew the apprehension she felt as she was quickly down to her underwear. She reached up to unclip her bra with a rush of adrenaline pumping through her bloodstream. She was in two minds as to whether it would have been better to dispense with it altogether before coming, as Kelly had.
She went to turn away but checked herself as the lace material released her ample tits with a small bounce. Her nipples were already hardening.
"What about the guys? You sure they're not ugly old men?"
Kelly laughed.
"You'll be impressed don't you worry."