There were not a lot of good paying jobs for a young woman of 21 years going to University wanting to be an accountant; trust me it's not as sexy a career as it sounds. I worked at a Fish and Chip shop for minimum wages and all the chips I could eat, hated chips and I smelled like a greasy French fry all day. Then there was the Big Mac and others, but living in a big city was costly and I quickly realized I needed to find a better paying position as my savings dwindled. I would religiously scan the want adds and went for half a dozen interviews, but so far, no luck.
Then one day, Julie another student, told me of a good paying job as a waitress at a Night Club. I quickly made an appointment with the manager and I was eagerly waiting at the front door for it to open later that day. Julie failed to tell me that it was a strip club in a slightly seedier part of town but that became quite obvious by the advertising on the entrance and marque. She also failed to tell me she was stripping there and the fringe benefits. Oh, not for me, but the benefits the manager expected. But I really needed a job or I would have to spend the rest of my life flipping burgers.
The manager was a not bad looking guy of around forty, with a full head of dark hair and was neatly dressed. He looked at me carefully before asking, 'Are you applying for the stripper job?'
'No sir,' I assured him, 'the waitress job. My name is Sara, I talked to you earlier.' No way was I stripping in front of a bunch of strangers. Not that I'm a prude but I mostly wanted to keep my clothes on.
He stood up and indicated for me to turn around by spinning a finger pointed down. I turned and he assessed me like a price horse.
'You know with your looks and body you can make more stripping...and other things,' he hinted with a leer.
'No sir, just the waitress job if you don't mind.' I insisted, having figured out the "other things" already.
'OK,' he agreed. 'Can you start tonight?'
'Yes sir,' I smiled, 'what time?'
'Might as well start now,' he said. 'My name is Tony Owens. Go see the bartender, his name is Bill and he will get your particulars and your uniform. OK?'
'Yes sir.' I figured I would at least see how much I liked the job and if the pay was good.
Bill the bartender was a tall skinny guy with dark hair in his early forties, he was good looking in a sort of quiet way and we talked casually as he made out the necessary forms.
'Stripper?'
'Waitress.' I can be monosyllable as well.
'Drink?' he asked as we finished the forms.
'Water.'
We both started to laugh, he reached out shaking my hand and placing a glass of water before me. 'If you need any help, come and see me. OK?' He said giving me a knowing look and took me to the change room.
I might as well have taken the stripper job I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror. I had poured myself into a black bustier leaving my boobs ready to pop out and say "Howdy" at a sneeze. It barely covered my nipples and the skirt was a short loose frilly thing scarcely covering my ass, finally a pair of black thigh high mesh stockings and a small apron with several pockets. Fortunately, I was able to wear my own black shoes with four-inch heels as I have very small feet. One of my boyfriends used to tease me by saying, "Your feet are small because your tits keep them in the shade". I have good sized tits on a fairly skinny frame, 115 pounds with 34D's. The mirror showed a tall sexy blonde attempting to pull what little clothing she had into places usually covered. I didn't know if I would last the night.
I reluctantly went out to the club and Bill gave me the twice over with a smile of approval and a thumbs up while he placed a fresh glass of water before me, 'Thanks,' I said trying to meet his eyes.
'You look good Sara,' he said and then began explaining my job. It wasn't brain surgery but a short time later the first four customers arrived. 'You are up kid,' he nodded to the group.
'Have you got a big stick for me?' I asked, 'Just to keep the hands off me.'
'You'll do fine,' he assured me. 'Don't quit until you count your tips tonight.'
'OK.'
By the end of the evening I was exhausted and probably black and blue from all the gropes and pinches I had tried to fight off. I couldn't get them all but I tried. Then I counted my tips, holy shit, I'm rich I thought as I changed. I can eat this week. I couldn't believe the money I had made. If only all the business cards I had tucked into my cleavage that night were dollar bills, I could have retired.
'So, will I see you tomorrow night?' Bill asked with a grin as I started to walk past him.
'Yes Bill,' I smiled at him. 'I'll be here.'
By the end of the first week Bill and I had become friends. And I had quickly learned how to dodge and wheel through the crowd carrying a tray of drinks. What surprised me more than anything was my willingness allow a little accidental slip of a boob popping out and not being as quick to evade some of the hands. I also tried several different styles of undies, French cut, black see through or thongs. I assumed the girls up on the stages would keep the crowd's attention, but the thongs really seemed to be the most popular; for tips. It was peculiar, but wearing a thong seemed to decrease the pinching but not the looking. Maybe I should have done a study of this, but then being a hopeful accountant, I just counted the money. To be honest, I was actually beginning to enjoy the banter and yes, bending over to flash my boobs and butt.
The club customers were mostly business men coming in with a group and surprisingly, some bikers came in once a week or so. They were really the easiest to deal with, I kept them supplied with burgers and beer. And once the "no touch rule", was explained to them and I kept them topped up with cases of beer, their tips were the best.
At the end of the second week I was called into Tony Owens office right at closing time. Several of the girls had already warned me of this "visit". Mr. Owens was sitting at his desk with a drink and a cigar sticking out of his mouth. I wondered what would be sticking out of my mouth shortly. I had already made the decision I had been putting off for a couple of days; I did like to eat regularly. And what I would do to keep my job, was something I enjoyed doing. The office was a good seized room with an old leather couch and easy chair in the corner, the desk with chair behind it, a big old green safe with one door slightly ajar against the right wall containing their books, a small bar with a sink stood next to the safe and a cheap carpet covering most of the floor. It smelled like an over stuffed ashtray, stale beer and sweat.
'Well Sara,' he said blowing a cloud of smoke at the ceiling, 'How do you like your job?'
'I really like the job, sir,' I took a couple of steps toward his desk. 'It works well with my course schedule and I certainly like the people I work with.'
'Well you see I have a small problem...' he looked at me and put the cigar in the ashtray. 'I have another girl who is more experienced than you and I may have to lay you off.'
How dumb does this idiot think I am, I thought to myself standing in front of his desk. 'Well what can I do to keep my job? I can work later if need be or take more shifts.' I said. I should get an Oscar for this bit of acting.
'Really?' he said. 'Anything else come to mind?'
'Well, no sir' I paused, wanting him to say the magic words. I would not offer him an out...he had to make the move and ask me exactly what he wanted. Then I could show him some of my skills. His answer was to gesture to me to come closer, so I moved until I was standing beside his desk and I placed my purse on the top of it. He smiled up at me undoing his zipper.
'Why don't you get on your knees,' he said pointing to the space between his legs.
'What...err...what...what do you want me to do sir?' I mumbled, keeping up my innocence act.
'Let's start with you sucking my cock. I'm sure the rest of the girls have filled you in.' he said with a leer. 'Then we'll go from there. OK?'
'Err...Yes sir,' I squatted between his legs and slowly reached up to the bulge in his pants; having made my decision to keep the job about a week ago.
'Go on. Fish it out,' he said with authority, 'It won't bite you know.'
I reached into his fly and found the already hard penis, a fair size but not the biggest I had ever come across. I undid his belt and top button and brought his cock out pausing before stroking it slowly. I flicked out my willing tongue and licked the small amount of precum into my mouth. Then I kissed the bulbous head gently before opening my mouth and engulfing the shaft taking him about half way into my mouth. I had to remind myself not to show my already well-honed skills as a cock sucker. So, I acted slowly, tentatively and clumsy with his cock as if I was new at this. I gagged and pulled him out of my mouth looking up at him with a worried expression on my face.
'You haven't done a lot of blow jobs, have you?' he quipped looking down at me and putting a hand on top of my head. I shook my head and took his cock back into my mouth beginning to stroke his shaft with a hand while I held my head still. Immediately he began to push my head down forcing his shaft farter into my mouth. I could have taken him all the way in, but kept up my innocent pretense and only took him about half way. He was now applying more pressure to the top of my head and I allowed him to force his shaft a little farther into my mouth. He let go of my head but I kept bobbing up and down giving him a glimpse of my hidden talents. After a few minutes, I wondered if he would warn me of his ejaculation, I didn't think he would. He didn't. I could feel him tensing and knew he was close but I kept up my assault on his very nice cock. Then with a grunt and a quick grab of my head, he exploded into my mouth. I struggled feebly as first one, then two...three and more spurts flooded my mouth.
Finally, I pulled off his shaft and swallowed the contents of my mouth as he watched.
'You...you...,' I coughed and drooled, 'You came in my mouth...I've never done that before,' I lied as I hurriedly regained my feet.
He smiled up at me as I used a napkin to wipe my face. 'You did a real good job, are you sure you are just a beginner? And I'm sure your job is safe...for now.'
'What do you mean?' I asked, already knowing the answer. 'Will...err...will I have to do...that again to keep my job?'
'You make good money here, don't you?'
'Well yes. But.'
He cut me off, 'You can make more if you want.'
