So as soon as Sean the shemale hired me I was handed my clothes, if you could call them that. I was told to get changed and my friend moena would teach me how to pole dance and strip. I wouldn't be getting payed for the next few weeks because I wasn't actually working.
After about a month of moena teaching me I was ready. I was handed a different outfit. This was around Halloween so I thought that maybe the club done special outfits on holidays. I went to go get changed and I discovered my new "naughty witch" outfit. It was a very short black dress that just about covered my ass. You could see my g-string under it. It shown cleavage aswell.
Moena came to my room and told me that the shows would be starting in a few minutes. I grabbed my witches hat and went outside to meet her.
My God she was hot. She was in just a normal outfit, a black bra and a small thong. Well I guess she did have the tattoo of a black widow on her neck. She had gorgeous wavey hazel brown hair. Her hair and eyes were almost the same colour. She had large firm natural breasts and a great ass.
I didn't even realise what I was doing. I was sure I was straight. But I was checking her out like I would a guy.
"So Cynthia your looking cute" her words snapped me back into consciousness. "Aww thanks moena, you too" I replied.
I heard the microphone go on as I heard Sean's ..... Less than manly voice. "Welcome gentlemen, tonight we have a new girl here with us tonight. This will be her first dance so try not to bite... Too much" after that he laughed a little with the crowd. Finally he spoke "gentlemen. I present you with Cynthia Tomlinson"
I stepped out onto the stage. I felt the eyes of 1000 men on me. Maybe even some women. I am hot as fuck so I guess I can get both genders horny.
I slowly walked around the pole. Looking at all the guys while I walked. They started throwing money, I uplifted my dress showing them what they were waiting for. I spun around the pole and climbed all over it. Doing exactly what I was told. After the show I collected all of the money and stuffed it in my underwear.
As I was walking off I walked past this girl. I didn't see her in my first few weeks training. She was stunning, she had luscious red hair, her absolutely amazing body, everything about her was perfect, but I never got to talk to her cause her show was right after mine. I rushed back to my changing room as I felt a wave of overwhelming hormones come over me. I got changed as fast as I could. Hoping I could get home and control these hormones with a few of my own moans. I got my cash and got a taxi home without saying a word to anyone.
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The Club
Teen FictionThis story is about a young girl called Cynthia who finds herself working in a strippers club trying to survive the crushing debt of being in college