Joan kissed her husband Tom goodbye and told him to have a good day at work. She poured a second cup of coffee and wondered what she was going to do today. The chime of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. Opening the door, she was pleased to see her friend and neighbor Laura.
They sat at the kitchen table chatting and drinking coffee and juice. "How is your love life? Is Tom still avoiding sex?"
"Yes, he only gets in the mood about once every other month. I have no idea what is wrong, perhaps he is tired of me, maybe this happens after you've been married seven years. When we were first married, he wanted me every night. Do you think I have lost my sex appeal and looks?"
Laura pulled Joan off the chair with both hands and marched her in to the living room to a large mirror. "Look at yourself, 5'5", long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, the face of an angel, perky 34C breast, and legs that just won't quit. Only a fool wouldn't want you, you are gorgeous."
The twenty-eight year old frustrated wife sobbed on her friend's shoulder. Laura patted her on the back and told her to find a lover. "What? I could never do that; I love Tom and have never even thought about anyone else since I have been married. The bills are piling up, that may be the problem."
"Get a job then, catch up on the bills and see if it helps."
"Where could I find work? Does anyone need a housewife?"
"You could work with me at the club. We make good money and they would hire you in a second."
"Me? Work in a strip club. I don't think so, Tom would never approve of me working in a strip club."
"You would be serving drinks not stripping. Talk to Tom and see what he says, you have nothing to loose, and if he needs money that much he just might say yes."
The next morning, Joan rushed to her friend's house and excitedly announced, "Guess what! Tom said I could work at the club as a cocktail-waitress. He thought I was going to strip and he went crazy; so when he learned that I would only be serving drinks he was relieved and said that it was a good idea."
"Great, I start work at 6 tonight, so come to the club tonight and I will introduce you to the boss and we will get you a job."
"Just like that? You make it sound automatic. What if they don't need anyone? What if they don't like me?"
"Stop worrying please, no it's not automatic but they always need help and with your looks, I am willing to wager that you are hired."
Later that night Joan went to the strip club and felt so out of place; she watched the strippers dancing and hustling drinks. Laura saw her and told her to come to the bar. Joan was introduced to Nick the manager. He led her to an office and interviewed her for a half-hour. The thirty-four year old man with black hair and blue eyes was friendly and easy to talk with, except Joan was somewhat distracted by his rugged good looks. "Laura will take you to the uniform room and get your outfits and I will see you at 6 o'clock tomorrow evening."
"You mean I got the job."
"Yes, I'm sure you will work out fine. The first week Laura will show you the ropes and then you will be on your own."
"Thank you so much!" Joan was excited and she wondered how she would feel wearing her new uniform, a low cut top, a black mini-skirt that barley covered her buttocks; they did give her black panties to wear, and black stockings with garter and fuck-me pumps.
Laura showed Joan her locker and told her to keep her uniform in the locker and change there, unless she wanted to wear the sexy outfit to and from work. "I don't think so, the locker will be fine, I'm worried about wearing those shoes, and I sure hope that I don't fall down on the job."
"You will be fine baby, see you here at the lockers at five-thirty. I will show you all of the tricks of the trade and we will have you on your way to making some money. You will be pleasantly surprised at how much tips I make here."
Joan got to the club a little early and was changing for work when a sexy Latin woman opened the locker next to her and stripped; The exotic woman was a knockout, long black hair that fell to the center of her back, big brown eyes and the largest breast that Joan had ever seen. Joan lowered her gaze and discovered a small patch of black pubic hair, a pussy with swollen lips, a clit that was enlarged, and beautiful legs. Catching Joan staring she asked, "Like what you see baby?"
The embarrassed housewife answered, "Oh, you are very beautiful, sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
The sensual Latin moved closer and said, "Don't be sorry baby, I like women to look at me, you can touch if you want. I noticed the look on your face when you stared at my cunt, the pussy lips are swollen because the lady next door is always chewing on them, and my clit always gets big when I am aroused. Feel me, I know you want to touch me, go ahead, I won't bite."
"No, I don't touch women, thank you!"