My act of sexual liberation had a cost. David had his whole world order turned upside down knowing that I had a compulsion that he didn't see coming or understand. To be fair to myself I didn't see it coming...at least, not with this ferocity.
There wasn't anything I'd ever done in my life that rivaled the rush of adrenaline I got from traveling that runway while a house full of lust driven men dreamt of having me.
So then what?
I knew this about myself. I'd had a taste and I wanted more. I wanted to see where this would take me sexually and to not go there would be a possible denial of who I was. But I was married to David and we had loved and cared for each other for quite awhile, planned to start a family, and then I walked in and changed the rules. I felt like a traitor.
The next day, my first full shift at the Pleasure Palace, the day girls had heard the stories from the night before. Some of them teased me but by and large I was welcomed in the dressing room. One thing was true and I learned it right away:
We were all competing for the customer, i.e., the money. I liked the money but there were other forces driving me. One important rule, don't move in on another girl's 'regular'. I found that out the first day.
I was up dancing, getting familiar with the pole, when a guy who'd been watching me intently came up to tip me. I opened my G-string and he deposited a five dollar bill as the string snapped shut to hold it in place. Then he took some liberty and ran his hand down my ass.
"Would you like some company when I get off the stage?" I asked.
"Sure," was all he said.
When I had finished I sat next to him and were making small talk when another girl, Amber, slid in from the other side of the booth and was all over him, Ron this, Ron that. Feeling I was odd man out I excused myself and sat at the bar until one of the other girls let me know about the unwritten rule. As I found out though, if the regular wanted the new girl over his old flame, that was his choice.
Not trying to be egomaniacal but when some of these guys saw me they became my regulars.
Some of the girls found stripping to be drudgery but most, including me, found it to be a rush. When I knew I was turning some guy on my pussy juices started flowing and another difference from most, I wanted them to fuck me. I didn't have that option in the strip club but I'm sure my regulars sensed it. Still, I was new, a little unsure and not encouraged by my peers, so I shut down the numerous offers to spread my legs for cash outside the club.
I had daydreams of good looking guys fucking me back in VIP. I had a hair trigger orgasmic pussy and couldn't get enough. Instead, I said no.
Oh, and I was a married woman.
I was torturing David with my seemingly sudden change of direction but it wasn't sudden, just the urge to reveal it.
"Hey, gorgeous," he shouted from the booth. As I walked over to him he said, "Are you busy?"
"No, I think I can fit you in," I said trying to be funny and sexy at the same time.
He laughed but I could see his lurid mind wrestling with the idea. "You're new here, right?" he said, trying to get the ball rolling.
"Yes, it's my first day."
"Oh wow. Well it's my lucky day then. You're a stunner and I love newbies."
"Thanks. I'm Jazmine, what's your name?"
About that time the cocktail server in a skimpy outfit showed up.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
