When I turned 18, I moved out on my own and decided to make a living for myself. I had just graduated from high school with an honors diploma. Not that means anything to my job now but hey what the hell. I first moved to Chicago finding odd jobs. I worked as a waitress occasionally, found cleaning jobs, and whatnot. It was only until I saw a flyer about the local strip joint that I thought about going down this way. I knew I could get the job, I have a hot little body and I'm young. I have nice, perky tits with large brown nipples, a small waist, firm legs, and a toned ass. So I headed down to the club and set up an interview. The interview consisted of a series of questions, a body check, and a sample dance, which of course I passed with flying colors. I got the job! I was so excited. The only rules were that I was to never date the customers, never bring my boyfriends into the club, and always make sure I tip the bartender. I thought hey, I can do this.
After I'd been working here for a few months, one night stood out. I was doing a double set with Larissa, the new girl. We were doing a set that had us looking like some horny lesbos. I must admit though, it was hot. The routine consisted of us grinding, licking, and getting really hot and heavy on the stage. After our routine, I went into my dressing room feeling so horny. I had to get off. I went into the bathroom and slid my sheer thong off and started playing with my wet cunt. It only took me 3 minutes to cum. I moaned deep as my juices ran down my thighs into the toilet. As I was cleaning up, I heard some yelling down the hall. I grabbed my robe and went to see what the racket was.
As I stepped out of the hall, I saw Tommy, Larissa's boyfriend storming off. He wore an angry expression as he stomped down the hall towards the exit. He winked at me as he passed by and I knew it was time. Tommy and I had planned this night for a while now. Tommy was what you would call a voyeur. He had this fantasy about watching his girlfriend with another girl and then joining in. Since I worked with Larissa, he came to me and asked me if I would help him. Being the nice girl that I am, I told him yes. We planned that he would get mad at her and start a fight and storm off. I would notice and be there to console her in her grief.
I strolled down the hall to Larissa where she sat in her room, sitting on the couch with tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks.
"What happened, Risa," I asked solemnly.