Authors note: First time author. Part 1 of an intended series if there's interest. Please leave feedback in comments!
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"Bailey Anderson?" Come on in." Adam said with a smile as Bailey got up from the couch outside his office.
Well, this could be fun.
He thought as he shamelessly looked her over. She was just over 5 feet tall, with a pale, delicate complexion and long, dark brown hair. She wore a full face of makeup, with scarlet red lipstick. He noticed her luscious tits under the blouse she was wearing,
E cups
, he guessed as she blushed a deep scarlet at the frankness of his stare.
"No need to be shy Ms. Anderson, considering why you're here. Have a seat" Adam said with a smirk, which made her blush even more. He motioned towards a chair at the front of his desk, and didn't think twice before checking out her ass as she walked past him.
Definitely not stripper material.
He thought as he took a seat across from her. Bailey was definitely fuckable, with those huge tits, round ass, and that innocent, vulnerable look in her blue eyes, but she didn't have the figure or the confidence needed to be a stripper. Not that it mattered of course, the club was closing down within the month. No one knew, but Adam had bought the building and the business himself through a holding company with an inheritance from a late relative. He never intended to keep the strip club going. Instead, He intended to sell it for a profit as soon as the property value went up. It had done so, and he'd already found a buyer. He'd only hired himself on as a manager to keep from having to actually hire someone until the sale was completed.
All he had to do was squeeze out as much profit from it until the sale was done. This interview was a joke to him, as there wasn't even a job to get hired for. He only came in for fun. There were worse ways to spend your days than watching sluts get naked for cash. This was just another distraction for him, and after looking at Bailey's desperate face and perfect blowjob lips, Adam was determined to get the most out of it.
Adam's business instincts, honed by his experience and commerce background, told him that he should open by making it clear to her that she wasn't a fit for the job, but that he would consider it reluctantly.
That won't take much
, he thought as he looked over her application. Bailey had done ballet in her teens and early twenties, but had obviously let herself go a little while she was in school. The weight went to all the right places though, as she still maintained a classic hourglass figure, the extra weight going straight to her ass and tits.
He was surprised to see that she was a masters' student at the local university, studying feminism and sociology, of all things. It was the same school where Adam was starting his own masters' in business next month. Other than ballet, she had zero dancing experience, and this was probably her first time in a strip club.
Definitely her first time
, Adam realized as he noticed her looking wide-eyed around his office. This was a strip club managers' office, and along with the usual office furniture, also had a private stage and dancing pole, used for real interviews with dancers. Bailey was staring at the pole as if she was just realizing what she was getting into.
Well, if all goes well that won't be the only pole she has to worry about
.
The thought instantly made him hard, and he stared again at the tits under her conservative interview clothes. Blouse, blazer and knee length skirt for an interview at a strip club.
Laughable.
She obviously needed the cash.
Trying to pay off those student loans.
He guessed.
"Well Ms. Anderson, there's really no use in sugar coating it. You have no prior experience in a club like this, so understand that there's not a lot I can take on your word here. I'm still going to consider you for the job because we currently don't have someone like you in our lineup, but you're going to have to show that you really want this job. Understand?"
"Ye...yes." Bailey said, trying to fight back the tears that were coming to her eyes.
Really desperate then. This must be going against every 'feminist' ideal ever.
Adam thought, barely able to suppress a grin.
"Yes Sir." He corrected sharply. He stared directly into her eyes, making it clear that she could submit like a good slut or leave.
Let's see how much she needs this.
"Ye..yes sir" She said, obviously hating it.
"Good. Now get up and head over to the stage. I want to see how you move Bailey. I suggest you lose the blazer and by the end of the song, all of it."
"all...everything?" She stammered.
Adam sighed impatiently. "Yes, everything Bailey. This is a full nudity club, which means I need to see what you have to offer before I take you on. And I expect to be addressed as Sir every time you open your mouth, got it?" He said harshly.
"Yes Sir" She said, almost sobbing at this point.
Adam pretended not to notice, instead settling himself on the couch below the stage and pointing to the stage and pole.
"Remember Bailey, your only goal is to make my dick hard. You have until the end of this song to do it. Go." Adam said with obvious pleasure, hitting the play button on the built in sound system while he sat back ready to enjoy the show.
She quickly got up the stage and began to sway a bit awkwardly. It was obvious she had barely danced to any modern music, much less stripped to it. She began to unbutton her blouse, her hands trembling as it fell away from her, revealing a lace bra underneath. She had to fight so hard not to begin sobbing in humiliation as Adam watched, the stiffness in his pants beginning to get uncomfortable.
"Now the skirt." He said, making it look as if he was sorry for her and helping her out but in actuality wanting her out of her clothes so he could begin making her his personal whore.
Bailey did as she was told, unzipping her skirt and letting it slide to the floor.
She was wearing matching bra and panties, so obviously she had prepared a little. The rest of her body though, showed just how out of her depth she was. Her skin was pale as porcelain, having spent next to no time on the beach or in a bikini. The uncomfortable look on her face and her stiff posture told him she didn't spend much time naked, much less in front of men.
God this is perfect
. Adam thought as all the filthy possibilities ran through his mind.
"Now I want you to grab the pole and let it swing you around a couple of times, then lose rest. Understood?"
She nodded hesitantly and replied, remembering to call him 'sir' this time.
Good. Time to push it one step further.
Adam thought, wondering exactly what he could get her to do.
Bailey was taking his orders now, having finished rotating on the pole and reluctantly taking off her bra and panties, revealing her huge pale tits and shaved pussy.
"It's good that you shaved your pussy Becky. It shows that you really want this job." He called out, purposely using the wrong name in order to see if she'd correct him. He saw it in her eyes that she knew he called her the wrong name. She bit her lip, trying to think while standing in front of him stark naked and fighting back tears.
"Than..thank you, sir" She said instead.
Perfect.
He thought. Bailey must have needed this job so badly she would do anything for it. The thought made giddy. He was going to have so much fun with her.
"now bend over and spread your cheeks, let me see that pussy Becky." Adam said, no longer able to contain his glee at the so-called feminist showing off her pussy for him.
She hesitated, uncomfortable with what Adam was asking but knowing she needed the job so badly.
"...yes sir" She said through her tears as she bent over, placing her hands on either side of her ass and spreading them for Adam to see.
Adam could only smile at her humiliation.
"That's a good girl, now look back at me."
Bailey complied, looking back at him over her shoulder just in time to see the flash of Adam's cellphone go off.
"Wha..what are you doing?" She asked, surprised at the photos being taken.
"What am I doing...?" Adam said pointedly.
Bailey hesitated, her lips trembling. "What are you doing...Sir?"
"That's a good girl. Don't worry, these photos are part of the standard practice" Adam lied. "It's just so I remember you when I decide on second interviews, There are just so many candidates for this job that sometimes it's hard to remember who really impressed. But if you're uncomfortable with that I can always delete this one and try to remember you based on your resume" Adam could barely keep a straight face at this point, but it was important for Bailey to think she had competition and needed to keep doing what he ordered to if she wanted the 'job'.
"Other candidates?" she asked, surprised.
"Oh yes, there are lots of girls who want this job. Being a stripper in this city can easily pay a couple of thousand a week with tips." Adam said matter-of-factly, gauging Bailey's reaction to this particular piece of bullshit. From the look on her face she gobbled it up, any indication she might bail on the interview gone.
Bailey swallowed and then nodded, trying to put on a brave face while submitting to her humiliation.
"Okay sir."
