Many thanks to Sexy_Curves for helping me write this story!
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"I sense there is still much more to your story, child. Please, continue. It is imperative that you reveal just how far down the path to hell you have gone, so that our Lord may give you enough strength to return to Him."
He snuck a peak at the tape recorder, which was still rolling. Plenty of time left.
"Yes Father," Andrea replied. She paused a minute to think about which event to confess next. "The next event happened about a week after the incident with the police, Father," she began.
That Night
"Julie are you seriously out of everything?" Andrea asked as Julie searched her drawer where she kept her stash.
"Fuck, the cops took so much shit and I haven't seen Matt since that night either," Julie said going to her purse where she found her last joint. "We've gotta get some cash," Julie said, opening her window and lit the joint. She passed it to Andrea, smiling as an idea came to her mind. "That strip club on Salem Ave, they've got amateur night tonight. We could go, dance a little, give some private dances and walk out with a couple hundred bucks each," Julie said, taking the joint back, taking a long, deep drag as she thought about the idea.
Andrea smiled, walking to Julie's dresser, going through her panties and finding a couple sexy options for them to wear. "You think we could really win?" she asked Julie as she picked out a pink thong and matching bra, looking at Julie's schoolgirl costume hanging in her closet.
"Andi, we're so fucking hot... I bet if we get up there on stage together, there's no way we can lose!" Julie said, giggling at the thought. She saw Andrea eying the schoolgirl outfit and handed it to her, and then pulled out her older sister's old cheerleading uniform. It didn't offer enough cleavage, though, so she put it back, started rifling through her closet. "Ah ha!" she said, pulling out her sexy halloween costume from the past year, which was (somewhat ironically) a sexy cop outfit. She found a matching black lace thong and push-up bra, some fishnet stockings, and black leather boots with a four inch heel.
"And who knows, maybe we'll score some stuff while we're there," she said as she dug through a drawer, finally pulling out a pair of handcuffs. A wicked smile crept across her face. "But at the very least we'll have some fun."
Andrea smiled as Julie handed her the schoolgirl outfit. She found a pair of 4 inch black patent leather Mary Jane style heels and white knee socks to match her outfit. Andrea curled her hair, putting it in low, sexy pigtails with a pink ribbon headband. She used pink and silver eye shadow and jet black mascara and eye liner and put on a coat of her baby pink lipgloss.
"Mmm, girl, you look so hot!" Julie said as she finished putting on her makeup. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. "One of us is gonna win for sure!" Julie puffed on the joint, holding the smoke in, twirling about the room. "You ready? Let's go do this!"
Julie's parents were never home, always working late or out of town on business, so they didn't have to worry about getting caught on the way out the door. They got in Julie's car and headed off to Salem Ave. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into a parking spot around behind the Salem Gentlemen's Club. There was a neon sign in the front window that said "Amateur Night! $200 Prize!"
"C'mon!" Julie said, getting out of the car. She grabbed Andrea's hand when she got around to the front of the car and the two girls rushed on inside.
The club was smoky and dimly lit. There was a bouncer at the door. He asked to see their IDs, but he didn't look too hard at them, as it was obvious they were there to compete. "Go talk to the bartender," he told them, pointing them towards the bar. The bartender was a hot young woman, in her mid-twenties, showing plenty of cleavage and wearing a ton of makeup. She had long blonde hair and skimpy clothes. Julie headed over towards her.
"You must be here for the contest," the bartender said when they stepped up to the bar. Two fourty-year-old men at the bar were ogling them.
"That's right," Julie said.
The bartender pulled a clipboard from under the bar and handed it to them. There were already a dozen names on the sheet of paper. "You're just in time. We're about to get started," she said. As if on cue, the lights went down even further and a spotlight came on the stage, and a college girl strutted on stage wearing a skimpy naughty nurse's outfit.
"You girls want something to drink?" the bartender asked them.
"That be great," Julie said quickly. "Cranberry vodkas?"
The girls looked around the club. The stage was in the middle and had two dancing poles on it. There were several occupied tables and chairs around the stage. It was almost all men. There was one table with six college-age girls, dressed sexy and obviously there for the contest. They had been there for a while, judging from the empty glasses and bottles on their table. There were several booths-type tables around the perimeter. Andrea looked around the club, looking at the stage and all of the men sitting in various tables and boots around the stage, watching as the nurse pulled off her uniform. She had a sexy little body, but her dancing needed serious work if she was going to walk away with any cash at all.
