Jo stepped through the curtain and looked out upon the bar of the Castle Club. It was a busy night, busier than any she had worked before.
All she had on was a very small purple bra that only just covered her nipples. That thanks to her recent boob job were constantly hard.
She also had on a purple thong that again, just about covered her.
Finally she had on a pair of black high heels.
Jo was immediately self conscious, knowing so many people could see her so underdressed. All of her tattoos were on show. Her tongue piercing rubbed the inside of her mouth and her blonde hair fell down her body.
Although her body was a lot more toned and tighter than it used to be, and her skin was brown with the fake tan she was forced to use, she still didn't like being so exposed.
A little voice in her was screaming to run, to get out,
no, stop it!
It was the last little bit of Joanne that remained in her. A voice that Jo pushed down constantly.
Her first step she nearly fell over. Although she had been practicing wearing high heels she still didn't feel comfortable.
Plus when she moved she could feel her new, giant tits weigh her down. They were a lot more uncomfortable that her older, natural tits, but there was no going back now. She was just glad the scaring was barely visible.
Readjusting herself, Jo started to walk again, each step had her big, fake tits bounce around.
It's going to take some getting used to having these big things,
Jo realised.
She had some glitter over her body that glistened with the moving lights of the room.
Then she spotted three men dressed fairly smart in one bar waving her over.
Okay, come on.
Forcing out a smile from her thick, fake lips that had red lipstick over, she walked to the men.
"How can I help you boys?" She asked, putting on a sweet voice.
"Well look at you, you must be new right?" One of the men asked.
"I started a few weeks ago, you probably just haven't seen me yet." Jo replied.
She thought of advice that Alexia had been giving to her,
try and flirt with them, you get more tips.
"I mustn't have, I would've remembered seeing you." He replied.
"You're too sweet, can I get you anything?" Jo asked him, feeling sick of how she had to act.
I'd rather they all just fucked me than me having to pretend to flirt and be stripper!
The music wasn't too loud so Jo was able to hear when they ordered three beers.
Then she walked away, attempting to sway her hips as she walked like Alexia had told her, but she just felt stupid.
She went to the bar and ordered the 3 beers and the barman put them onto a black, round tray.
Jo had to be very careful to hold it and walk in those heels at the same time. But eventually, she got back to their table.
"Thanks hunny." One of the men said as they took the beers.
"Anything else I can get you boys?" Jo asked, hoping they would give her some form of a tip, knowing how desperately she needed the money.
Especially now I have to pay Claire and Jason back for these tits, I can barely afford to eat!
"Not yet," The main guy said, "but come back later, I'll definitely want a dance."
Jo had to swallow down the disgust she felt acting like this and forced out a smile.
"Sure thing handsome." She replied and then walked off, knowing they were staring at her curvy, but firmer arse as she walked.
I'm practically naked!
As she looked around the room she stared at the young woman on the stage, doing a very provocative dance! She must've been only 20 but she was thin, with obvious fake tits and was completely naked. Her bare pussy in the face of the men at the front throwing cash at her.
I need that money, but god the thought of getting up on there, I hate it!
As she stood there, she jumped when a hard strike slapped her bare arse cheek and grabbed onto her.
"Come here little slut." She heard a man growl out.
Jo turned around and saw this very drunk man trying to grab her.
No! Not here!
She started to panic, worried that she was going to have to fight him away. When suddenly the big, black, bald bouncer ran over and grabbed him.
"Don't worry Jo, we got this." He said in his deep, manly voice.
"Thanks Lucas." Jo said to him with a smile.
At least everyone seems nice here, even if I did have to suck Noah's dick to get the job, I've done worse.
The memory of her porn video suddenly hit her again, images of her drugged getting fucked over and over in each hole for the whole world to say suddenly made Jo's heart race a mile a minute.
No! Stop that!
She said to herself, trying to calm herself down,
Joanne is the pathetic one that couldn't handle it, you're stronger than that!
She knew she needed to get that video down somehow before someone she knew saw it, but that wasn't a problem for right then and there. She pushed those fears away and carried on walking around the club.
An hour went by and Jo started to feel less self conscious about being nearly naked in front of everyone.
She got a few tips as she worked but not a lot, definitely not enough to keep her going.
When she then saw the group of lads she served at the start of the night wave her over.
"Hey, how about that dance?" The man one asked her.
He was fairly good looking, kind of like Bradley Cooper.
Here we go, my first lap dance, fuck!
Jo almost felt sweaty from her nerves but she had to force out a smile.
"Sure thing, come with me sweetie." She said to him, feeling sick with herself.
He reached over and Jo took his hand, letting him walk behind her, staring at her arse as she went to the private rooms.
Lucas followed.
Then she entered one room, the man sat down and Jo closed the curtain, seeing Lucas stood outside in case anything bad happened.
"You are one true beauty." The man said to her as Jo turned on some music.
She turned to look at him, actually it felt nice to be complimented from a pretty attractive man.
"You're not so bad yourself." Jo said to him.
As the music started, Jo knew she had to begin.
Her entire body felt like it was trembling with nerves but she just tried to remember everything that Alexia had told her. Although it all seemed to much harder in real life, and with giant heels on.
Jo started by putting her hands either side of this man, looking over his head as her big, fake breasts swung in his face.
Remember the rules,
Jo thought,
I can put whatever I want on him, but he can't touch me, unless he pays enough.
That last rule worried Jo, she didn't want to feel like she was being a prostitute again and had no intention of doing anything with these men.
