S/HE

Strippers (that's me)

I'm happy that I have a job now and I can make good money. But I just can't keep being a fucking stripper anymore. There are way too many guys who wants to pay me for sex. And I just can't do that. I'm not a stripper. Oh wait, I am. But still, they can't pay me for sex!

"Great News, they can pay for sex" my boss said.

"Yes" the slutty girl in the back said.

"Yes" the slutty boy in the back said.

"No" the unslutty girl in the front said. And that's me!

I really don't want to lose my virginity from a random guy. Or make a baby from a random guy. Trust me, these guys love unprotected sex. Who knows, like maybe these people I'm stripping for are fathers already, trying to get away from their wife who don't offer them as much. I asked Liam's friends if they can help me but they didn't even pay attention, they were too excited about this pay for sex thing. Well, I'm not. Only Jason's dick is going to this hole of mines. But... If I find a really cute guy who's willing to pay me... No! No! Jason is my love. Jason is my penis. That's my motto.

"Hey girl, got some cash here, wanna grab it and go?" some guy said.

"The money is inside your underwear" I responded.

"Exactly. Want to taste the money and some penis with it?" he asked.

"Penises have flavors?"

"Mines is banana"

"And mines is black banana! And mines is probably bigger than yours" I left.

"Now, you come back here!" he grabbed me.

"Let go of me! Stop!" I tried to get out.

"If I say Kiss, Suck, Swallow, you have to do it!" he said.

"Oh, you have that game?" I asked.

"Yeah, want to play?"

"Nah, I think I'm good! I only want BBCs"

"I have a BBTC"

"Wtf is that?"
"Big, Better, Tastier Cock"

"Are you sure? It's more of a SSSWC"

"What?"

"Small, Salty, Sour, White Cock"

He grabbed me to a empty room and I think it's for sex. He payed me so much money. He put money in my bra and panties and honestly, I'm liking it. But except for the trying to fuck me part! I tried to get out. I really did. But as he puts more and more money, I got dizzy. I really did. He took off his shirt and next his pants. He was about to show me his dick and make me suck it but Liam came in the room and save me by taking me and replacing me with some gays so, they can have a threesome.
"Thanks Liam!" I said.

"Anytime Sis" he answered.

The next day, when I went to the club,

"You're fired!" my boss said.

"Why? Is it because I didn't want to have sex with that guy yesterday?"
"That guy is our customer and it's not that. You are voted the flattest girl in here and I can't have that for a stripper"

"I said I'm doing squats!"

"I said get a bigger ass, vagina, and boobs! Now get out"

I didn't really care that I got fired because I still have the money from yesterday. I just can't believe that I got fired because of my body. Should I get plastic surgery? No, I should get a squatting machine. Or a get a bigger ass, vagina, and boobs app. Hey, they have apps for everything now so, don't judge me!

Note: Thanks Liam for saving me but you still owe me from what happened with Jason. Oh no, I forgot my stripper clothes.