Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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When she decided to become a stripper, the then-18-year-old Julie Hughes wasn't sure she was making the right decision. She wasn't fulfilling any teenage dream of hers, she simply needed a way to pay for her university studies, and chose the one that seemed the best.
Not that she didn't have any other job offers she could've chosen that would pay her at least close to what stripping did. But when it came to deciding whether she wanted to make money by spending up to 8 hours locked in some office for days, every week, or by spending weekend nights swirling her slender, yet curvy body around a stripping pole, and shaking her prodigiously big tits and ass to loud hollering from older men throwing money at her, she chose the latter.
Everyone can do office work, but you can only make money off of your body if you've been blessed with one like hers, so she simply chose to cash in on her natural gifts.
At first, she managed to mix studying and working pretty well. But, after a few months, her grades at the university started plummeting, and she dropped out in the middle of the second semester, realizing that she had to choose between shaking her tits and ass, and studying mathematics.
For more than a year after that, she kept on wondering whether she had made the right choice. The money was nice, and the conditions in the club tolerable, but she always had a nagging feeling that a catastrophe was waiting for her somewhere deep in the future.
And now, as she was staring at the figure of her 3-years-older brother slowly walking towards her, the doubt was replaced by the crushing realization that, yes, she had made the wrong choice those 2 years ago.
"Why are you here?" he asked her the moment he came close enough to her for them to speak quietly enough for no one to be able to eavesdrop on them, avoiding looking into her eyes as he did so.
To his surprise, his sister shared none of his shock or awkwardness at the sudden and unwelcome turn of events, glaring straight at him with pure venom in her eyes instead.
"The fuck do you mean, 'Why are you here?'," she spat out angrily, almost alerting the club's other occupants to their argument as she struggled to control the volume of her voice. "I work here. What are
you
doing in here, huh, Tyler? Hoping to get lucky and get to see your sister's tits shaking in front of your face?" she said, anger still palpable in her hushed voice. "Or did you just forget what your Sis does for a living? That I swapped musings about the Riemann hypothesis in favor of finding the best way to shake my ass in front of some old farts for money, and you just kinda wandered in here with your mates?" she said, with the slightest hint of a crack in her voice.
No matter how much she tried to hide her feelings, she wasn't happy about what her life was now, and it was obvious.
"I don't think now's the time to joke, Sis," he said rather firmly, as he looked back at the group of people he left to meet with his sister.
She hadn't so far taken a good look at the group of men who accompanied him to the club. As she finally did so, a deeply worried look emerged on her face. She quickly started to realize just what a mistake that was on her part.
If there was one unexpected silver lining to her job, it was just how incredibly sensitive her "creep-dar" had became.
You simply couldn't work in this profession for any significant amount of time, and not become very good at guessing which dudes are just awkward and weird, and which ones might plan to change their homes into your graveyard.
Or, for the less dangerous ones, which ones just genuinely want to have fun with you, and which ones want to have
fun
with you, that just might scar you for a few years at least.
And those middle-aged creeps who were now talking with her manager? The ones her clueless brother had come in here with? One look at them, and she immediately understood which of those 2 groups they belonged to.
It wasn't the one which she preferred.
"I'm not joking, Bro," she replied, unexpectedly calmly given the way she saw their situation. "Why the fuck are you in one of the sleaziest strip clubs in the county, and who the hell are those dudes?"
"Well, you ain't the only one in the family trying to make money," he replied, the persistent indignance in his voice annoying her. "You know I've been trying to land some small role in a movie for some time now. A couple days ago, I got accepted as an extra for a scene in some artistic movie those guys are making. Gave them a fake name of course, don't want to spoil any possible future roles. Doubt they know, and even if they do, doubt they care."
"Have you even looked at those guys?" she asked, the panic in her voice becoming more palpable with each moment. "Half of them look like they just came in here from some sex trafficking operation in Central Asia or somewhere. Those are the guys you wanna work for?"
"Yeah, I did look at them. That's why I'm a one-scene, fake name extra in their movie. I'm not stupid, you know," he said, his voice dripping with annoyance and indignance, though it was completely obvious he was just trying to calm his little sister down. "And yeah, they do look like that. Wanna know the best part? The other half are extras like me."
"Thought so," she said in a deadpan manner as she took another look at the group of men, only to quickly return her attention to her brother after one of them had spotted and winked at her.
"Well, maybe one of them's in the main cast, I'm not sure," he admitted.
Just as his sister got ready to quip some sarcastic sentence about not being surprised at her brother's lack of knowledge about the thing he signed up for, and he quickly started preparing his sarcastic responses to what he
knew
was coming from his sister, a loud, booming voice interrupted them, prematurely ending their sibling spat right as it neared its apex.
"OK, time to start the fun!" the club's manager, a rather burly and muscular man who went by the probable pseudonym of "Johnny", and whose cheerful nature uncannily clashed with his intimidating and menacing looks, bellowed out. "All the girls get in here, everyone not working here who's still in there, please get out already, you'll get your money back as promised if you want."
The last sentence felt like a cold slap to Julie, immediately waking her up to the reality that she was, so far, blind to, as her shocked eyes scanned the entire club multiple times in moments.
How could she not notice this before?
There was almost no one else than the girls working there, and the group Tyler came with. She wasn't sure if they were the only customers they had at the moment, but she saw a group of 3 middle-aged guys, who now got up from the table they were sitting by and were rather slowly making their way toward the exit, nearing the similarly middle-aged members of the "filming crew".
Realizing that it was the time for them to move towards the suited men and their manager as well, she rather slowly started moving, immediately motioning to Tyler to follow her, which he obediently did, before she even saw any of her co-workers start moving.
As they sat on chairs near the table closest to the group of men, watching the other strippers slowly join them, Julie chuckled as she saw the last customer in the club rush to leave. A young, tall, clean-shaven, and well-dressed man who hurriedly waltzed through the rows of tables and chairs toward the exit. Smiling faintly at each other, she made a mental note to ask the others about him, and spend the next few days watching if he'll enter through the same doors he was now leaving through.
After the doors slammed shut behind him and the entire club went quiet for a moment, Johnny coughed mildly to get the others' attention.
"I hope everyone's comfortable," he said. "Because we're going to cut straight to the chase. I think you've all either realized, or heard, what we're going to do. Mister Akhmetov here," he pointed to an almost-elderly man right next to him, "is one of the best directors of our era, and one of my very good friends. He unfortunately doesn't have much success in the mainstream, mostly because erotic thrillers are not seen as legitimate movies, but, with our help, he believes he can change that perception with his next big hit."
"Is there going to be sex?" Jamie, one of Julie's co-workers, asked. "As in, are we going to be fucking with the actors you've brought in here, really, on camera?" she added, continuing to ask what was on everyone's mind.
"Only if you feel like it," Akhmetov explained, calming her fears a bit. "Now, admittedly, we would prefer it to be real, but if you're too shy for it, you can just pretend. This isn't going to be a big scene. Just a couple of minutes out of what we hope will be about ninety minutes long movie. Not to mention that the cameras will mostly focus on Thomas, I mean Mister Roberts here, who is a member of our main cast, with most of you people in the background. I have no doubt that all of you are quite talented and could probably shine in the main cast as well, but, unfortunately, that's not meant to be so far. So, although we always expect our actors to give their very best, since you people will be out of focus, your very best will be a bit different than usual."
"I hope that answered your questions, Jamie," Johnny asked in something of a mocking tone.
She nodded.
She wasn't the only one to do so.
"Great," Akhmetov said, before gesturing to one of the men in his entourage to leave them, taking a paper note out of his pocket after he did so. "So, I think it's about time to tell you what, exactly, we want from each one of you. Apologies for deciding who should be with whom, doing what where, but I believe you will all be satisfied with the scene we've crafted. Now, once again, this is going to be short. We want, and hope that we can, finish this today, but considering how short this is, even a couple of hours can end up being more than a hundred takes if needed."
"Any other questions?" Johnny asked.
