Monday brought more changes to Rachel's life; her class load was like any freshmen, heavy and long. Her first class was at nine, her last started at three in the afternoon, five days a week. She attacked each class as if her life depended on it, taking notes and reading all the material the professors suggested, she spent any free time during the day in the library studying, returning at the end of the day with her arms full of books and a satisfied smile on her face. Dan was happy to let her do her thing as long as she slept in his bed; she always satisfied his carnal needs before they drifted off to sleep together.
Once a week Dan would visit her mother; always arriving with bags of groceries he had purchased from Rachel's list. Mom never asked about her little girl, but Dan knew she heard regularly from her via the cell phone he had provided. She just serviced his cock and silently urged him to leave as quickly as possible.
The routine was acceptable to Dan because he drained his balls nearly every day, yet he still felt that there should be more drama in Rachel's life. He would have to be more inventive to fill that need. He should call some of his friends and see what he could set up.
The first Friday in October he told Rachel to dress up for him before they went out. He wanted her to dress up all preppy; hair done up, glasses, long sleeved white shirt with a cardigan sweater and a long skirt that reached down past her knees. Underneath she wore a conservative white bra and panty set. White stockings and loafers would be the finishing touch. As they set off he kissed her cheek and swatted her ass, making her giggle. The drive was a long one that took them to a not so nice corner of L.A. and a strip club that had seen its better days.
Dan knew the reputation of the owner/manager and it was as bad as the club looked. He was known to use the girls as his privet harem as well as pimping them out for privet parties for anyone with enough money. Tonight, like every Friday night, he ran an amateur dance contest hoping to attract new girls to his club. Tonight he would discover Rachel.
Dan instructed Rachel about how to get her name entered in the contest, providing the required $100 for her entrance fee too. While she signed in Dan stood behind her more or less out of the way. No one paid any attention to just another old man as they checked out the new girl. Afterward she sat with him while they waited for the contest to be announced. Several other girls checked in after Rachel each one looking like a ringer, that is a dancer from another club coming over trying to win the $500 prize.
Rachel was a little overwhelmed by the whole atmosphere; she told Dan over and over that she didn't know how to dance like a stripper, every time he reassured her that she didn't have to know how to do it, she only had to let herself go and enjoy being up on stage. He also ordered her a couple of shots of tequila, it was the cheep stuff and it burned as it went down but it was alcohol and it took the edge off of her nerves. Dan sipped his beer.
Soon enough the DJ announced that the amateur contest would start in fifteen minutes and all contestants should report back to the dressing room. Dan had Rachel finish her third shot before he swatted her ass and told her to go knock them dead.
She made her way back into the bowels of the club ending up at the end of a dirty hallway faced with a choice. The hallway ended with a little used emergency exit but just before the end there were two doors, one left, one right, she chose the left one, took a deep breath and opened the door. Half way through the door she froze when she recognized what must be the manager's office with a cluttered desk in the middle and a file cabinet against the wall.
There was also a short round man in a rumpled suit with a bad hair piece fucking one of the strippers who was bent over his desk. He had a death grip on her hips and was sweating profusely as he slammed his cock into the woman making her silicone enhanced tits shake against the desktop. Without breaking his rhythm he swung his attention to Rachel demanding to know what the hell she was doing there.
She froze and stammered an incoherent answer before she was cut off by the manager asking if she wanted some of what he was giving the other girl, truly frightened she managed to tell him that she was just looking for the dressing room. Between thrusts he told her that it was across the hall then he thrust hard one last time and roared as he emptied his balls into the dancer before Rachel could close the door.
Her hand was shaking as she opened the other door slowly revealing a small space crowed with women of all sizes and shapes. In the center was a small Vietnamese lady holding a clipboard.
"You Rachel?" asked the woman in a high sing song voice.
Rachel nodded as she joined the crowd.
The woman went on to explain the rules now that they were all accounted for; Rachel would dance sixth after Savannah a tall black girl with heavy tits and large ass. The two girls locked eyes for a second insuring that they each knew their place.
The boss lady went on to finish out the order assigning Jasmine, a cute short blond to dance seventh and last. Continuing, the boss told the girls that they would each have three songs in their set; they could pick their own music by telling the DJ what they wanted. The winner was to be picked by the manager based on the crowd's reactions, his decision was final. If they didn't dance they forfeited their $100. The first girl was due up on stage in ten minutes. The boss lady didn't even wish them good luck before she pushed her way across the room and out the door.
Rachel was the last to move as the others went right to work checking their makeup and adjusting their costumes. The girl that was to dance first disappeared out the door in search of the DJ to work out her music. One of the girls then commented on the judgment of the manager saying that the winner was probably going to be the girl that gave him the best blowjob she then wiped her lips in disgust. One by one the girls made their way out of the dressing room leaving Rachel alone and confused; she too finally left the room and made her way toward the now crowed main room.
The DJ caught her arm as she passed his cubical to ask if she was one of the contestants. Rachel gave him her name but couldn't answer when he asked her what she had in mind for music. He looked kindly into her eyes as he told her he understood and he would give her three of his best tunes. He then asked her if this was her first time dancing, phrasing it as if he already knew her answer. The look in her eyes confirmed his suspicions; he went on to give her his advice.
He told her that he could see that she was different from all the other girls and that she should use that to really impress the crowd and his boss. When she got up on that stage she should close her eyes and remember her best sexual experience, listen to the music and let herself go and relive that time. He had to start the music for the first girl then he turned back to Rachel telling her to watch the others to see what worked and what didn't, she should use that too and just enjoy the evening.
Joining the others huddled in the back of the room near the bar she ordered another shot of tequila which she got for free, throwing it back with some conviction she began to watch everything intently as if she was studying for a final. The crowd was made up of mostly rough looking blue collar workers and a few old geezers with week old beards, their hands playing pocket pool. Rachel watched the waitresses as they moved tray after tray of cheep drinks to the guys as they celebrated the end of their long work week.
The crowd cheered as the first dancer shook her oversized tits then removed her sequined bra; wasting little time she soon finished stripping. She spent more than half her time nude shaking what God and the plastic surgeon gave her. The crowd roared its approval as she ended her third song.
The next girl spent the first song dancing around without taking off anything and the boys let her know that they were displeased.
One guy even got up and yelled "show us your tits"! He received a round of applause from his peers.