Wow, I said to myself, you've come a long way, girl, in the past six months. I glanced over at the girl sleeping beside me in bed, at the long, shapely legs and the full, chocolate breasts that I had enjoyed so much over the past several hours. On the floor around the bed were scattered pieces of clothing - a pretty top here, a pair of shorts over there, and nearer the bed, a lacy bra and a pair of damp panties frantically stripped off and discarded in a lustful frenzy. Yeah, it had been a fun night. And to think that just six months ago I had never even been with a woman, had never experienced the exquisite pleasures of girl-girl sex. That had certainly changed!
Those six months had been quite a journey, turning my life virtually upside down, changing my attitude and my outlook about so many things. But it started even further back, a little over a year ago, I was working in a clerical job in a large company downtown, droning through the day, bored to death with nothing better in sight. I'd been there for almost six years and I just hated it, but I also needed the money, so what else could I do? Then one day providence stepped in. There was a big merger and the company announced that my whole department was being eliminated. Within three months I was out of work, with only the paltry severance that was given to someone with my low job and service level.
To make matters worse, I split with the guy I'd been living with for two years, eliminating the safety net of his income. Everything in my life seemed to be changing, so I decided to take a completely different direction in finding a job. No more big companies for me, and no more nine-to-five drudgery. I had waited tables a bit during my two years of college and there was no reason I couldn't do it again. Unfortunately, every restaurant I talked to wanted to start me as a hostess, and I just didn't think I could make it without a good level of tips. And then I found "The Club".
Okay, it wasn't a fine restaurant. It wasn't a restaurant at all. In fact, it was a "gentlemen's club" - a strip club! Not exactly what my mom and dad would choose for me, but hey, they offered me steady work and the manager assured me that the tips were good, and that most of the dancers even helped by "influencing" the customers to be generous. Besides, it sounded like fun - an adventure!
I soon discovered two things that were very different from my old job. First, the "dress code" was not quite the same. While at the office we had to look casual but business-like, at The Club, the theme was definitely sexy. Jake, the manager, told me to wear either a miniskirt or short shorts and a "revealing" top. He said it fit the club's "vibe" and besides, it would boost my tips. The other difference was my name. I knew that strippers used stage names, but I had no idea that the same rule applied to the waitresses. Jake said again that it fit the "theme" and that it was for my own protection: it seems that the patrons sometimes are as interested in the waitresses as they are the strippers. I was at a loss for a name, so Jake threw out a couple and in an instant I ceased being Angela and became "Azure", to match the color of my eyes.
The job was pretty much fun, actually, and kind of exciting. I felt just a little naughty walking around in my revealing little outfits, using my new name, while on stage a string of very attractive girls were taking their clothes off, pushing their boobies out and spreading their legs for the guys at the tip rail. The Club was a "nude" club, and every girl was expected to have everything off by the end of her third song. Then the cycle would start again with a new girl. There were usualy two stages going so there was always something nice to look at. I considered myself straight, but I had to admit to thoughts and fantasies about other girls in the past. Since all the girls at the club were very, very pretty, seeing them up there naked was definitely "interesting". And when I delivered drinks to the private lap dance area, well, that was even more interesting.
Jake was right - the tips were pretty darned good. I think the guys got used to tipping the dancers well all night, and that would carry over to tipping the waitresses just as well. Sometimes, of course, they wanted more than just drinks for their tip. Not sex or anything (not usually), but it seemed like everyone wanted to see the waitresses strip. Almost every night some guy would ask, either just to me or loud enough for the whole bar to hear, "Hey honey, when are you gonna get up on stage? I'd definitely pay to see that!"
I had certainly thought about it, and I was pretty sure I could do well. After years of childhood dance lessons, I knew I could handle the moves, and there's no denying I'm attractive. I am a fairly petite girl, five foot four, slim, kind of small on top, but with a nice shape overall. I am more often described as pretty than cute, with a "classic angular beauty". My fair skin and deep blue eyes contrast sharply with my dark, almost black hair, which cascades thickly down my back, almost down to what I've been told is my best physical asset - my "cute little butt". Yeah, I could definitely make some money if I wanted to, and I certainly could use the extra cash. But I still didn't have the nerve to get up there and take off all my clothes for a bunch of drunken, drooling men.
My attitude started to change, however, about six months into my stint as a waitress. That's when the club hired a new dancer, one who took an obvious interest in me. Her name was Kristin, but on stage she was "Ashley", so that's how I always thought of her. In any case, she's the one that finally got me to trade in my serving tray for some six-inch platform heels. I seemed to be some kind of special project for her, and she was intent on getting me into stripping. Every time someone would make a comment about me dancing, Ashley would chime right in: "Yeah girl, you oughta do it. You'd bank!" As a matter of fact, she's the one who most often commented on my 'cute little rear end". She even gave me one of her dancing costumes and made me try it on in the dressing room, leading the other dancers in whistling and making googoo eyes at me once I did. I have to admit I was encouraged, though it took another month or so for me to actually take the big step. When I finally did, Ashley took me under her wing completely, showing me some moves, giving advice on how to hustle customers, even teaching me a few pole tricks when the club was closed. She was great.
Ashley has been dancing for several years, so she's an old pro compared to me, though at 24 she's actually several years younger than I am. She's a "dishwater" blonde (actually she prefers "dirty blonde", but that's just her sense of humor - she loves the double entente) and like me wears her hair fairly simple and straight, though hers only falls about six inches below her shoulders. She's cute, of course, and sexy (you don't last long as a stripper if you aren't!). Another petite girl, she is the exact same height as me and also slim, but definitely more voluptuous on top. Her 34Cs are twice the size of my wimpy little boobies. I envy them and love them at the same time.
