Everyone involved is of legal consenting age, and names have been changed for privacy. Thank you!
In high school I was part of the nerds and geeks clique, or rather should I say, placed there. I was shy and aiming high. I was what would be the bottom of social high school "classes" but desired a cheerleader to make mine. Needless to say, my fantasies never became a reality, and because of that, where even some of my geek friends had gotten laid, I left high school with my virginity intact. Now out of high school and unsure what to do with my life, I decided to get a job for the summer. Being cooped up in my room playing video games and masturbating to free webcam girls wasn't all that I thought it would be.
After submitting several applications, I eventually got a call back from a large home improvement retailer. After going through the interviews, I was offered a sales position in the appliances department which was one of the most sought-after positions in the store, not only did you get paid a regular hourly wage, but you received a commission as well. In my mind, that was great, the problem was I was socially awkward. At 240lbs and looking like a dork, I wasn't exactly salesmen material. The first few months did not go very well, I was barely making any sales so my paychecks, although good, were far from what they could be.
One rainy August day, I got a lucky break when the representative for the housing authority of the local county showed up asking questions. I was the only one there so I did the best I could. I knew everything the housing authority of the county provided was cheap. Knowing that I showed him the cheapest appliances we had and gave him a quote for thirty-five fridges and twelve stoves. He said he would be back after checking with our competitors. My heart dropped as I watched him leave, I didn't think I would ever see him again nor ever have the opportunity to make such a large commission.
With the rain, the store was barren, so I went back and sulked on my lost sale. An hour and a half after the housing authority guy had left, I got a page from the front desk. I walked over and Debbie, the service desk cashier, was smiling as I walked up to her and handed me a copy of my quote with the purchase and delivery endorsement printed on it. She congratulated me and gave me a high five. I walked back to my desk and made some calculations and concluded that after-tax I would have around $3500 extra on top of my regular paycheck.
I was making big plans, thinking of how many cam-girl credits I could buy and what new video games were on the market. On my way home that night, I was deterred from my regular route home to search for a new sub shop I'd heard about and wanted to try. I was a bit skeptical at first when the GPS took me to what I thought was a run-down part of town. As I pulled up, the old run-down businesses had gotten a facelift and looked more appealing. I parked my car and ordered a Philly cheesesteak, took a seat by the window, and contemplated what to do with the money while I waited.
The waitress brought me my Philly, I sat in silence eating my food. As I looked at the new buildings my gaze shifted to the top of the hill where I saw a pink neon sign that read "The Top."As I was finishing my Philly the waitress came over and asked if I wanted anything else. I took the opportunity and asked about the sign. She proceeded to tell me it was a strip club that had been there for years. I had not heard about it, so I went home and did some research.
All I could find on it was hours of operation and a picture of the pink neon sign. My research led me to articles on how to get extra from a stripper and how to take one home for the night. With all the excitement my mind went wild, everything I read sounded so simple. My plans shifted from blowing my money on cam girls to going to see a live naked woman with the possibility of getting some physical contact.
Over the next few days, I read and reread all the information I could find on getting extras from a stripper. The days dragged on until Friday finally came, I had previously asked for the day off in anticipation of my plans. Friday morning I woke up logged into my bank account sure enough my balance was about four thousand eight hundred dollars, more than I was expecting. As soon as the bank open I deposited half to my parents' account and withdrew one thousand dollars, making sure a hundred of that was in one-dollar bills with the rest in hundreds and twenties. I had decided to go before it got dark, I was hoping to beat the weekend crowd as it would be safer. That afternoon I took a shower put on my white cargo shorts and a black polo shirt. Around five o'clock I pulled up to the sub restaurant and got a sub, I sat in the same spot and contemplated whether or not I was going to go through with it.
I finished eating got in my car and took a deep breath. I sat there a few more minutes gathering up my courage. I took most of my money and locked it in my glove box only taking a hundred singles and sixty in my twenties. I drove slowly up the hill. Once I had reached the top of said hill, I noticed that the club was surrounded by an eight-foot concrete wall covered in kudzu making it hard to see from below. There was a big sign on the door that read "Parking and entrance in the back."
I drove around and parked my car as close to the door as I could there were only four other cars there and no one at the door. I was expecting bouncers and security but there were none. As I got out of the car, I started hearing some music. As I walked in, I was in awe of the glow of different items and decor due to the blacklight as well as strobe lights and other different lighting fixtures. A woman came up and hugged me out of nowhere and kissed me on the cheek. She was about five foot, blond hair, and a little thick around the waist. She had somewhat of a muffin top and a thick southern accent.
She said "Hi Baby! I haven't seen you around here before?" I told her it was my first time there. She said, " Normally there's a cover fee but since it's your first time don't worry about it, however, there is a one-drink minimum." I told her I just wanted a beer. She then said "I'll get that for you. why don't you go have a seat and I'll bring it to you." I found a table back in a dark corner of the room took a seat. Two girls in what looked like white thong bikinis were talking at the bar. Other than them, the club was deserted. No one ever asked to see my ID or anything.
I could not help to stare at the girls at the bar. They were the closest I had been to an almost naked woman that was not on a computer screen. After a few minutes, the lady that had greeted me came back with my beer in hand. She placed a small napkin down and the beer on top. She said, "That be four dollars, hun." I pulled a twenty and gave it to her. She said "I'll be back with your change. " I told her just to keep it. She thanked me then leaned down to hug me but being seated, what she did was bury my face between her tits.
