The following story is fictional and involves rough sex, and interracial content some might object to. This story takes a bit to get to the sex, but this is about a girl and her life, AND her sexual adventures. So I hope you enjoy it, if not skip ahead a bit :)
If you do not enjoy erotic stories involving sexual material I suggest you move on.
Choices Never Get Any Easier-
This story takes place after chapter two of this series. In dire need of money, and without the luxury of waiting for a regular job to pay the bills, Vixxen and her childhood friend Nikki have begun working in a gentleman's club in Texas.
This chapter takes place one month after the events of chapter two.
And this is where our story continues:
======================================
"I am not a whore," Vixxen said to herself, facing a curtain with music dying down.
"And now, for your enjoyment, we the beautiful and exotic Vixxen!" The DJ's voice carried a bit as the music started pumping. Vixxen stepped onto the stage in a packed club, moving with the music, moving quickly to keep up with the pace.
Vixxen had become a very good stage dancer in only a couple of months. Dancing came naturally, and she had ballet and classical training, but stage and pole dancing was something else altogether.
The set lasted two songs, one in costume, the second stripping down to her g-string. She had gotten where she could handle the pole, but spent most of her time around the edge of the stage, closer to the customers.
There wasn't that much money in stage dancing, but the manager James insisted, and it did gather interest in more profitable lap dances, and the occasional VIP dance.
Getting comfortable dancing for pervy men, and grinding on the hard cocks of strange men for money was something Vixxen was able to do, but something that took a lot of getting used to.
The demand for sex had been about what James had described. He pressed her for sex a couple of time a week, sometimes more. If she had a flat, had car trouble or anything else he was true to his word and demanded sexual favors. She ended up with his dick in her quite often and tasted a lot of his cum.
He shared Vixxen with others as he promised, every so often when she showed up early as requested, a man she didn't know would be in James's office with him. She knew what this meant every time she saw them.
Vixxen never sucked one of these men off without a condom on, wanting to protect her health. While she was able to fend off their requests to cum in her mouth, James did insist that they be able to cum on her face or tits if they wanted instead.
This was a sticky mess, and cleaning up dried cum and reapplying makeup was no fun just before her shift. Also, the walk of shame, walking to the dressing room with a stranger's cum on her face bothered her. Not enough to quite a lucrative job she and Nikki needed, but she hated it.
Vixxen's manager James wore protection when he fucked her and did not usually last very long. He still always came into her mouth and demanded that she swallow. She hated him for it, but it was a part of the job. He also never stopped calling her a whore, she hated that maybe more.
At very least he did not demand that she swallow his friend's cum when she brought one of his loser friends to her, however, she did end up tasting the cum of each of the bouncers that worked that club, and both of the DJs. Vixxen would not have sex with the woman who ran the dressing room, wanting to keep some things within her control, not wanting to get into that with women over a job.
It amazed Vixxen the power that these people felt over her. The bouncers just knew that she would do what they wanted, and the DJs both expected a blowjob every week in exchange for playing the music Vixxen wanted for her sets. A dancer refused one week, and her music sucked. Vixxen needed the money, so she did what she had to do.
Vixxen would finish her set on stage and then hit the floor. She worked the crowd as always, flirting, and trying to connect with customers. Making men think you are falling for them is an art, and Vixxen was an artist at it. She had never fucked a customer for money, and she made plenty of money despite it. It seemed the customers always thought just a little more money would win her over.
As the weeks carried on, Vixxen was more and more popular with men and women. She teased and played with both men and women in lap dances, and she really put on a show for VIP customers. She stripped down to a g-string and rode them like they were giving her the fuck of her young life.
She had regulars who would show up on her nights and wait for her, and she would blow them away with what she could do with her young and fit body.
She would later do a second stage set, and then make another trip around the club, looking for VIP customers. She would then take a break, and then get back at it and watch the money roll in. The money from lapdances was good, the money from VIP dances was amazing. She hadn't had to suck dick to work at Hooters, but Jesus she never made money like this before.
She worked the champagne room as requested by the high-end VIP customers, the men who could afford the extra charges involved, and more happened in there than in any other part of the club.
She often saw other dancers suck dicks in this room, it wasn't well lit and allowed for some areas of privacy, having a few corners which were close to pitch black. Customers wanted to fuck Vixxen in this room, both men, and women, and she turned down large amounts of money to fuck people, or to suck dick, standing her ground that she was not a paid whore.
The farthest Vixxen would go was with another dancer in the champagne room, where she would make out with another dancer, suck on her boobs, and sometimes another dancer would finger her. Vixxen would also play more with female customers, specifically wives when their husbands brought them in.
Many, if not most men have a fantasy of seeing their woman have lesbian sex, and providing something close was very lucrative. She would kiss the women when they looked and tasted good, and would usually be able to have their breasts out for her to play with and lick, pretending to be a lesbian for them.
She would allow the women to touch and lick her breasts as well, but always shut it down before going down on a female customer for money. Vixxen had to have standards.
This cycle went on for weeks, and with time Vixxen grew stronger on the pole, even more flexible, and much more talented at using her sexuality to make money. And the money was more than she had thought it would be, for the first time in her life when she was on her own, Vixxen felt that she could take care of herself.
Late one Friday night, a very well dressed and striking man made eye contact with her. She spent a few songs with him, he never asked for a lap dance but was very friendly with her.
