The virgin Stripper

Chapter 1

HI!! I just wanted to say this is my first story. So please ENJOY
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I was at the club like I am every Monday through Friday. I am wearing a black sports bra with a black tight mini skirt, probably a little too tight if you ask me but it's what my boss wants me to wear to arouse these nasty men. I was currently at the bar getting one of my clients another drink. When I got his drink refilled I took it back to the private room and handed it to him.

My client wasn't as old as most of the men was who came in here. Most of them are probably here because their sex life with their wives at home aren't doing it for them. So they figure they can come here and get a 'young piece of ass'

I got lost in my thoughts and hadn't realized my client was eyeing my almost fully exposed legs. Might as well get him taken care of so I can move on to the next client. I walked over to him and sat down right beside him. I looked at him in a seductive way, I leaned over and put my hand on his chest and started rubbing around his body ya know....feeling him up. I moved my legs over him so I was now straddling him. He went to grab my ass but I smacked his hand away.

"You can look but you can't touch." I whispered in his ear and then licked his ear lobe and nibbled it a little. He let out a groan.

"Mmm your so sexy, winter" he groaned in pleasure. Winter was my stripper name. We all wore masks and had fake names so we can keep our identities a secret.

As I was straddling him I moved my hips across his already fully sized erection. I faked a moan. Clients love when they think they have the power to make us horny but most of the time it's all fake. We do it to please them.

His hands went to grab my boobs over my sports bra I was wearing but I quickly moved and got off his lap. I hate when I tell them not to touch me and they still continuously try to do it. I turned my back to him and bent down right in front of him to show him my thong and bare butt under my skirt. Suddenly I felt a sting. This fucker slapped my ass. I turned around and smacked him hard across the face and left. I didn't get too far into the dance so I was still wearing what I had on.

Brandon, one of the guards who make sure we don't get hurt noticed I left too quickly and came after me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around so I was facing him. He was wearing a white shirt that clung to him and you could see his defined abs. He was muscular like most of the guards here and hot but he's not my type.

"Where are you going, winter? You didn't finish" he said to me. Then he noticed how angry I was. "What happened?"

"That bastard in there!!" I exclaimed pissed. "I was doing the normal private dance and that bald headed dick for brains smacked my ass" I turned around to show him my butt cheek that was starting to form a red hand print. When I looked back Brandon was beyond furious. Clients wasn't aloud to touch us unless given permission let alone smack us and leave marks.

Brandon stormed back into the room and I followed quickly behind and when we entered the man was still sitting there smirking at me. Brandon walked over to him and punched him. Yeah he punched him right in the nose. Not even a minute later his eyes started bruising indicating he broke his nose.

"You think it's okay touch one of my girls?!?" Brandon screamed in his face....and punched him again. He fell on the floor. His nose was pouring blood but I could care less. I told him not to touch me when he grabbed my ass and then he smacked my ass. He deserves it.

"Why do you care? She is just a whore who probably has drug addicted patents" he said while on the floor holding his bloody nose. That hurt since my mom is dead and my dads in prison, but I just stood there quietly watching.

Brandon kicked him in the stomach for saying that. He then proceeded to kick him over and over till he was coughing up
Blood. I figured he had enough. At this rate Brandon would end up killing him. I walked over and touched Brandon's shoulder and his eyes snapped to mine. I
Just silently shook my head telling him that's enough, he nodded and then grabbed the guy by his hair and drug him out of the club.

I went back to taking care of other clients. Until my shift ended.

"Do you need me to walk you outside and call a cab for you?" Brandon had asked me.

"No, I'm fine. I'm walking to the diner down the street and then Adam will pick me up there" I said back politely he smiled and nodded. Adam is my gay best friend and Incase you are wondering...yes he knows I'm a stripper. Sometimes he asks me to teach him some moves so he can seduce his lover boy.

I was on my way to the diner when I looked down an alley and saw a figure standing in it. I increased my pace. It was currently midnight. I kept walking till I felt an arm go around my waist and a hand going to my mouth to muffle my screams. I was pulled between two buildings and pushed up against the wall. The man smelled of cigarettes and alcohol.

"You think you can slap me and get away with it, bitch" the man breathes in my face. It's the guy from the club.. " your nothing but a filthy slut. And do you know what sluts do?" He started to rub hisself against me making him go hard while I was on the verge of throwing up and passing out.

"Please...no" that's all my brain could say. I was so paralyzed with fear I couldn't even fight back. I started crying. "Please...stop...please" the last part came out barley a whisper.

"I'm gonna show what your job really is" he started pulling down my skirt and rubbing my area through my panties. "Your gonna please me like you failed to do at the club" he started kissing me while I was struggling against him. "Stop moving Bitch!" He gelled then slapped me in the face.

"Please let me go" I said while he was rubbing my boobs and kissing my neck.

The next thing I knew he was being thrown off me and I was sliding to the cold floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed silently. I was practically naked beside my panties.

I got the courage to look up and when I did I was met with gorgeous hazel colored eyes. I was using my arms to hide my boobs from view. I felt violated. I could've been raped tonight. The man who saved me grabbed my bra and skirt from the ground and handed it to me and turned around so I could put them on.

When I was dressed I look at the man who saved me. He was wearing a nice black shirt that clung to his body and when he turned around you could see his nice defined abs and his nice, muscular, sexy bo-

"Take a picture it'll last longer" my face turned red. I hadn't realized I was staring.

"Sorry, my names Ashley." I introduced myself and held my hand out for him to shake. He shook my hand. "What's yours?"
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"Names Zane"