Imagine that I am a retired porn star, lounging by the pool and dictating my life story to a handsome cabana boy. I might just be...
Living the Dream
If you can make a living doing what you love to do, then you will never work a day.
Of course, that is not entirely true, but it can be done, if you're really good at whatever you love to do, and people have an appetite for it.
The thing that I love is very popular, and I was born to do it.
Sex.
Hard, rough, bondage, gang bang, and more. Much more.
No one was surprised when I left school and started working at the town diner as soon as I turned 16. Two years later my boyfriend supported my decision to strip, though he was not happy about the initiation price.
"The President of these here United States says that a blow job is not really 'sex'!" I had to justify my decision to my boyfriend, Ronny.
"Everyone knows that both of the Clinton's are liars, Si," Ronny replied with a sad face.
He certainly liked getting his own dick sucked, but he wasn't keen on me paying the entry fee at Porky's Nightclub. The manager, Curt, insists on a personal audition, including oral sex, for a new girl to be considered for a dancer's job at Porky's.
"How do you think those dancers are making the real money, Ronny? They're giving head in the back room!" I had to tell him straight.
Exotic dancers suck for money. Some even fuck, but I would not become a pro until the time and the money was right.
"They don't all suck," Ronny moaned and hung his head like a puppy dog.
"They only give you ten bucks a song, Hun. If we can't get out of your parent's garage it won't be worth it." I hung my head, like I was making a big sacrifice.
The truth is that I love to suck cock. Sex too, but a girl has to be careful.
"Let me show you how much I love you, baby," I continued, as I stood to give Ronny a little reward for his understanding.
"Strip for me baby," Ronny murmured as he leaned back in his chair.
I was only in a robe and panties, but I could still make it sexy. I gave him flashes of my rack as I shimmied in front of him. His shorts soon resembled a tent.
I shed my robe, leaving my panties on, as I dropped to my knees. I was very familiar with Ronny's tool. Though he was tall and thin, his cock was fat and a bit on the short side. At least that made it easy to do him using just my mouth. Girls that only suck the head into their mouth and use their hands to pump, don't go far as Exotic Dancers.
I didn't tell Ronny when I was going in for the interview. He would have wanted to be there, and that would not have turned out so well.
They had open auditions on Monday mornings. The Manager took one look and invited me into his office.
"Come on in! Siren? Did you say? Is that your real name?" He asked as he led the way.
"Syren. It's with a Y," I explained. "I was named after my grandfather, Sid, but they called him Si."
"Nice, okay, let's get those clothes off." His tone had changed. He was now more demanding, and less smiling.
"You don't need me to dance? Cause, um.... I'm not very good." I stammered.
"I'm sure that you've got what it takes, buttercup, so more stripping and less chatting."
He settled back, into his lush office chair.
There was no music, so I simply stripped for my leering boss. I wasn't wearing much, and he didn't say a word as my tits came into sight. They always take away the guy's breathe, but I didn't see any reaction from Curt. He just just continued to lick his lips and stare.
"Get it up here in my face, Hun."
He licked his lips and motioned for me to get in close.
He was a slick looking man. Not handsome, but his self confidence was inspiring.
"They will certainly like the body," Curt finally said. "Let's move on to the bj, Sugar,"
He leaned back expansively, splaying his legs out and moving his hands behind his head. He expected me to unwrap his cock for him!
"You will give me ten bucks for every suck that you sell," he explained, as I undid his belt buckle and moved to the zipper. "You can charge fifty or a hundred or whatever you can get. But I must get ten."
I knelt and gently moved his penis into the light. Six by two. Standard equipment, I noted.
"I saw the tongue clip," he growled, "so you've probably done this many times."
I licked the length of his tool, carefully lubricating it as he continued his instructions. "Here at Porky's you don't have to swallow the head as you satisfy your client, but you always swallow his cum".
He was in for a pleasant surprise.
The first full stroke established the right angle so I could thrust down fast. The trick here is to show the guy six or seven quick, but full length cock stretchers, then I can reduce it to a two inch pump which is easy to maintain at a fairly rapid tempo.
"Fuck, that feels good," he whispered.
He was gentle with his hands on my head. Just touching, not forcing.
"You will want to be faster with the customers, but you can take your time today sweetheart," he continued.
"Oh, yeah, that feels... Oh, yeah. Fuck!"
He was proving to be a featherweight. I sucked, but not hard, while my hands massaged his balls and my tongue did some magic.
He made some uncomfortable noises as he came. Unusual might be a better adverb. He loudly moaned!
When we were done I left his pants and buckle for him to take care of.
"You can start tomorrow night, Syren." Curt offered. "No knee pads, chewing gum, boyfriends, or drugs."
I knew most of the rules, but the boyfriend rule surprised me. I was going to ask about it, but then I realized that it would make life a lot easier to leave Ronny in his mothers garage.
"Tuesday and Wednesday are half price before five o'clock." Curt explained, when I showed up at noon.
Only five dollars for a naked dance!
When I got to the floor, everyone had five dollar bills. They were here for the discount!
I danced for the lunch crowd, pulling in about 25 bucks for the first hour. I quickly learned that I wasn't dancing for these men; I was just showing them my juicy parts.
"I want you in the back room," one of the older gentlemen finally asked.
I remembered that he said he was Frank. He laughed with his buddies, but I took him by the hand and led him to the curtained off privacy booths, anxious for the fifty that would be my reward.
Then Curt came to the mic.
"Just a reminder, all BJ's are twenty dollars this afternoon, in honor of our newest dancer, Syren."
The small crowd gave a drunken cheer.
Fuck!
An hour later I realized why there's a rule against knee pads. I had blown 8 guys in sixty minutes! Fast is an understatement, but these guys were inspired. They each got a great hummer and a beer for twenty five dollars, while I got 80 bucks and a belly full of cum.
Then I realized that Curt would be taking half!
The afternoon crowd was thin. Since we were not being paid by the establishment, we could take a couple hours off, as long as they had 2 of the girls on hand. Many of my sister dancers used the time to sell their pussy. Crystal had a regular spot where she did two brothers at the same time. I don't know what the brothers did for a living, but they sure liked to fuck Crystal. They took the full hour, and often went past.
Crews of working men started to arrive just before five. Many went to the bar to cash their paychecks. They came in loud and boisterous, and they didn't let up until the booze caught up with them.
Being the new girl I was in constant demand, but I only stripped twice, before someone asked for a blowy. I told him the price, then took his hand and went to the curtained area.
This guy took less than 3 minutes, but his ejaculation put him in spasms for way longer than normal. It was like he hadn't cum in a week and I swallowed it all!
"Wow! Syren, that was amazing, but... could you stay with me for ten minutes?"
His outstretched hand held another fifty, making the decision easy.
"Sure. Do you want me to get it ready for another go?" I asked.
His cock was just the perfect length and girth. I was happy to slide it in again.
"Oh, um, well, I was really wanting to not look so fast to my friends, but yeah, that feels nice," he settled in for some personal attention.
I just knelt there and let him do most of the work. My tongue was doing its part, but he still took more than five minutes for his second coming. I massaged his balls again as he got his relief.
He handed over the Benjamin with a smile.
"You are an excellent business woman," he informed me.
A hundred dollars for 20 minutes. Not bad, I thought.
I showed them my tits, pussy and ass for the rest of the night, only making it to the back for one other guy. Discount night was obviously the only thing keeping Tuesday on the calendar.
Just after midnight I had an unusual request. Two guys in one session; $75.
As soon as we were behind the curtain, they grabbed me and wrestled me to my hands and knees. Being naked and defenseless I yelled one quick 'NO' before a hand covered my mouth.
I was preparing myself mentally for the rape that was certainly about to happen. Suddenly the curtain was ripped aside. Light speared into the private booth.
"Did you fella's pay for that?" The deep voice of a Southern-man boomed.
There was a pause. The kind of pause that reveals the truth.
"Sure, Uh, Yeah. Seventy five for both," one of them insisted.
"That does not sound right to me," the bouncer growled. "I'm going to have to hear it from the young lady".
It still took a few seconds for the hand to come off of my mouth.
"Let go of me," I demanded.
They let go of me.
