Hi, I'm Y/n and I'm 22 years old. I'm also a stripper in a shitty bar downtown. I'm not the ones people glamourize. I don't have loads of money and shit.
I don't think it's anything wrong with being a stripper if that's what you want to do. But my bar was crooked, you can away with a lot more here. Touching is encouraged.
Today, ruined my life. Or I guess made it better, none the less it changed when a guy walked into the bar. "He's yours" Scarlett mumbled
I danced around. He was cute, but that didn't matter. Many of the men that came here were cute, but they ended up being assholes.
I watched as he ordered a drink and sat in the chair in front of me. I dance to him and grind myself on his lap.
We met eyes and he smiled. "You're pretty"
"Thanks, babe" I grin
He chugged whatever else was in his cup and watched me circle him. His eyes were kind and his hands stayed off me.
"Do they do private rooms here?"
I nod
"I'd like one with you"
My heart dropped. No one has ever requested me in a room before and even if they did, I would have said no. But whatever the fuck for, I said yes.
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He took a seat on the couch and I danced on him again. "Can I touch?"
"Go ahead" I guide his hands to my torso and he gently lines my ribs.
Customer service was very important in my line of work. Always smile, and don't look uncomfortable.
"Tell me the rules" He smiles
"No penetration and when I say stop? We stop"
"Fair" He nods
He guides my face to his and his soft lips mesh with mine.
I tasted the alcohol on his lips. "What's your name?"
I ignore his question and kiss his neck. I slide down and unbuckle his pants.
The man slips his finger under my chin and looks me in the eyes. "What's your name, love?"
"Whatever you want it to be, baby"
He was blessed as hell. I hadn't been with many people, but I hadn't seen anything this big.
I bob my head up and down and stroke it.
"Oh, you're good at that" He groans
Whoever this was, he was a pleasant customer. His fingers gently grazed my cheek and he pushed my hair from my face.
"Fuck, just like that"
I look up at him and he encouraged my head to go down.
I let up and jack him off. "Shit, I'm almost there"
He reaches in his pocket for something and finished in the cloth.
I zipped him back up and stand up.
"How much?" He smiles
"1,000"
He hands me a wad of cash and kisses my temple. "Be safe"
I take a deep breath and walk out of the room.
"Shit, I was off, 10 minutes ago" I sigh
"How was he?" June asks
"Fine, I guess" I shrug
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