This is my first time doing 1st person so bare with me. Please leave your opinions/comments/criticisms as I very much enjoy reading feedback. This story contains scenes of forced sex/reluctant sexual situations... obviously ;)
The first thing you need to know about this story is I needed money. Like I really needed money. Working full-time wasn't cutting it and to pay off the quick debt I had accumulated it would take months. The second thing you need to know is I'm a self proclaimed man whore. I have always had luck with women and my interest in them had pushed me to the job I had lost my dignity. Before I delve deeper it would best set the scenario if I could explain my biggest advantage, well now disadvantage. I know I'm good looking. Years of having my pick of the litter and women falling over me has more than inflated my ego. I stand at 6'2, 180 lbs of muscle. I live at the gym under the squat rack and several eager ladies have been more than kind enough to pinch the goods it built. My hair is dirty blonde with blue eyes to match and my smooth stomach is more than inviting to a party girl looking for a body shot. So what was a stud supposed to do to make quick cash? When this whole debacle happened those stripper movies had come out and damn, if something didn't seem so simple. So at 22, young dumb and full of... well you know what, I became a stripper. Here's my story.
It was with equal eagerness and embarrassment had I brought my haul into my apartment. I had not been yearning to spend more money but a new uniform was in order. I had done research, enough to gain an idea of what I should wear. In the living room I sat, blushing and thanking the lord I had lived alone. Before me were three outfits; the first was a cop uniform with a too tight top, black g string and matching handcuffs to boot. The second was an overly cheesy gladiator costume with tight black bottoms a prop sword and helmet to match. The second wasn't my favorite but over the past few years it's become apparent women find fantasy sexy now. The third and my favorite was a combination of tight black pants, sparkly silver bow tie and white cuffs. It was also the most expensive but I was sure it pay for itself.
I was ready to go. Outfit picked and stuffed in a bag. I had my clothes for my "interview" picked and place of choice picked. Now according to my limited research online it would be a simple interview. Go in, show off the goods do a small dance and voila. Now the place I had in mind was the only place in town that had done male strip shows. That meant the ladies wanting a show had one building to get their kicks and my debt would be paid in no time. So there I was getting ready to enter a job I had little information on. It's easy to blame this situation on others. It was forced, I couldn't get him off but the arrogance leading me to that place had left me open to what it gave. Perhaps if I had an ounce of the humility I would receive there none of this would have happened.
I woke up early the following day, had a healthy breakfast went for a morning jog then turned in for a shower. To be honest the entire day I had been feeling nervous. My time in the shower was spent looking at the wall and making sure every inch was clean. Instead of the usual drying routine of lying in bed with cock in hand I had spent it in front of the mirror obsessing. If this worked I could be out of the red and perhaps enjoy some extra spending money. My interview was at 6:00 and though I can't remember everything I did in those hours of waiting I do remember reading reviews on the strip show. "Hot men good time," "Pricey drinks but the dancers sure made up for it." "Go to the show, best time I've had in a while". My nerves had slowly been settling, the fear had formed into excitement and I found myself counting the hours until I could try for my new job.
Before I left, I enjoyed a small healthy dinner. Well enjoyed was a generous word but looking after my body was now going to be top priority. With music playing and an optimistic attitude I drove to Sultris. The name sounded corny, but I figured the atmosphere would match the name and with a group of rowdy women over the top was always in order. The building was located near an industrial part of town. There were a few odd restaurants, several auto shops and collection of old warehouses. Sultris was a large two story building located behind an auto shop and beside an adult video store. The parking lot was fairly busy which left my nerves racing. I would have thought I place like this got most of its attention in the late evening. Before stepping out of the car I checked my reflection. My hair was in place, face clean shaven and had put on a light cologne. I stepped out of the car ignoring my racing nerves. Each step my heartbeat grew louder. My hand hovered over the door shaking. With high hopes and in desperate need of cash I opened it.
In hindsight I should have turned around and left. Yes I would still be in debt but I would have maintained my dignity. But I stayed, stupidly enough I fucking stayed. When I had opened the door all I saw was men. Men in suites sipping a drink, big men chugging beers and tossing bills, men in tight underwear passing drinks and men dancing for them. I stared stupidly at the scene until a bouncer had come up to me. He was a big guy and perhaps it was the biceps the size of my head that rendered me speechless.
"If you want in fifteen dollar cover fee." His voice was as rough as him.
"I uh, I'm looking for a job." I croaked out.
His eyes scanned me and boy did I begin to understand when women complained at being looked at like meat. I wanted to run, fold my arms over myself and turn away. I think I had even blushed. After a good thirty seconds of staring he smiled and pointed to a door beside the bar and across the DJ booth.
"Greg is the man you want."
I nodded and quickly walked away from the eyes of the bouncer. It was an overwhelming sight. Everywhere I turned there was another guy with a stiff cock or greased body. I looked to the men giving the group a dance. I couldn't imagine myself doing something so bold. His ass was out and he was moving it in front of their face. The only thing on him was a blue and white jock. What happened next caused my mouth to drop. The largest man handed the dancer a fistful of twenties only for the dancer to stand on his hands and shove his enormous ass in the face of the bearded trucker. It was the most money I have ever seen and soon enough I was at Greg's door. I knocked three time adding a small hello on the third. I could hear laughter and movement then the door swung open. Facing me was another bouncer, he removed the cigarette from his lips looking to me.
"Yes?"
"I'm looking for a job, is Greg here?"
Once again was that look. I swallowed my shame and waited for my possible boss. The man called over his shoulder informing Greg of a potential worker. The bouncer ushered me in then shut the door leaving me and Greg alone. I looked nervously at the boss. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair, oval face and sparkling blue eyes. He stood up from his chair and I would have guessed he was my height if not taller. He smiled at me.
"Hello there, needing work?"
I blushed and nodded. "I read a few reviews on this place... I had thought it was a place woman come to."
"Room full of paying cocks scare you?" He asked with a laugh.
I was unsure what to say; this had caused more laughter. He signalled to a chair in front of his desk.
"Have a seat..."
"Luke."
"Sit down Luke. I'm going to assume you still want a job or you would haven't made it to my office."
Like I had said I really needed money and seeing that wad of cash looked too good to be true. I swallowed nervously finally saying more than three words to this man.
"Yeah, I uh, this was the only strip joint in town and I've been pretty active my entire life. I can move well and have a body many would kill for." I hadn't meant to sound so cocky, but I wanted to make up for being so nervous earlier.
"Oh I know." Greg replied with a wicked grin.
I then asked the next burning question on my mind.
"Is this eh uh, are you guys a gay bar?"
"What gave you the tip?"
"Sorry," I replied quickly.
"We're a gentleman's club first and foremost. We do have many dancers but that is merely at the request of our customers. In this place we aim to serve our guests like kings. Working here can come in a few forms, there's dancers and servers. The servers here are to help our guests. That could be bringing them drinks, talking to them after a long day, a light touch, massage perhaps and sometimes kissing. A server cost a hundred every thirty twenty minutes and normally is requested for an hour or two. Tipping is encouraged. Dancers will have some time on stage but don't expect money from that. A lap dance is thirty each and I would recommend getting paid every four dances. Now sex is technically not allowed on the premise, but no one has the ability to look everywhere at once." He said the last part with a grin.
It seemed so simple. The moment he said massage I froze. The idea of sitting on a man's lap and cooing in his ear as he made out with me almost caused me to faint. Thirty dollars a dance could add up real quick... trust me on this.
