Chapter One Hundred Twenty Six

Here Is To Nipples – Without Them Titties Would Be Pointless

Ted insisted Candy, Mom and I get out of the truck completely naked. Angel wanted to come as well but her sister told her when she wasn’t such a fat-ass she “might could,” only wounding the poor girl’s self-esteem all the more.

“Well fuck you – I am going to get drunk on Margaritas!” Angel scorned her sister with a promise of living well.

“You are fucking pregnant!” Candy yelled back angrily, “Only drink beer – think of the damned baby! You selfish cow.”

I knew they were serious – but I found it hard not to laugh anyway.

There were over a dozen and a half cars in the Landing Strip Parking lot. It was actually a small strip mall that was once a collection of a few family-owned stores that had been gutted and converted into a single large strip club. There was a small adult book and movie store attached to the main building, but they all belonged to Senior.

If there was anyone in the dark parking lot that noticed – they didn’t say anything about the three naked titty dancers who just got dropped off – it may be more common of an occurrence than I thought.

Across the street from us was another broke down strip-mall that had a Karate school, Gun Store, Pizza Parlor, Tanning salon and a shoe store with a neon sign that only lit up the letters “HO WAREHOUSE”.

“Wait, is this the strip club or is Ho Warehouse?” I tried to interject a little levity but Candy and my mom weren’t amused.

“It’s a shoe warehouse you dumb bunny,” Candy cocked her head at me as if I couldn’t read, “but the girl who works there is a fucking ratchet-ass tramp – she fucked Pea-Pod at a party one night – I ought to go over there and kick her ass,” she fumed.

A long barbed wire fence ran behind the night club separating it from the Buckman County Airport – which consisted of a small dumpy little runway and air traffic tower. It was most likely exclusively there for Senior and some of his rich friends. The neon sign out front read “Ample Truck Parking – Food Specials Daily” – and I smiled because I was starving, “At least they got food.”

“You don’t want anything made in that kitchen? The cook is a nigger,” Candy warned me.

“So? I don’t mind if he is black,” I was kind of shocked that would make a huge difference.

She pretended to put an invisible hamburger patty under her armpit and grinned evilly “This is how he makes the hamburger patties.”

“I don’t think he would,” I mumbled at the naked girl – but decided to think twice before I ate there. I was famished though and I’d eaten much more disgusting things than something coated with armpit sweat.

Ted wasted no time throwing down some coats and some of Crystal’s heels for us before peeling out with the girls in the back of the truck as he headed off to Applebee’s.

“Is there any sense to putting these on?” I bent at the waist – out of habit from the training I had received to pick up my coat. “We just have to take them off when we get inside?” I was mostly joking.

“You really are a cotton-haired ninny muggins,” Candy scoffed as she wrapped herself in the coat. “You can’t walk around naked in the club – you’ll get in trouble,” she chided me as if I should already know that.

“I don’t know all the ins and outs,” I said as Mom and I threw on our coats and followed her inside. “You will show me the ropes?” I found it hard to stop saying Ma’am even though I knew we weren’t doing that here.

“I don’t have time to babysit,” Candy rolled her eyes at me and opened the door to the club. There was a Chinese woman sitting at the door collecting money with a big tip jar. I say Chinese – but she could have easily been Korean or Japanese for all I know. She had very light skin with big round eyes and round, full breasts that were accented by her scanty little outfit.

“You late!” she insisted.

“Don’t have time for your shit, Shushu,” Candy fired back as she pressed past her through a draped curtain doorway.

“Big Mike want to see all of you – he say you been berry, berry bad girls today,” the Asian girl spoke in very broken English.

“Don’t have time for HIS shit,” Candy flipped a bird as she was walking in the door leaving us to trail behind her. I smiled awkwardly at Shushu who looked at me with a confused expression but she let me walk right into the club.

The overwhelming smell of stale beer, cherry, and sour pussy hit me as I walked into the darkened main room. The sexy bassline of Ted Nugent’s Stranglehold was playing loudly as I walked in the door and it took me a moment to get my bearings.

The customers were all arrayed around a main stage and on couches and small tables. Many of them were staring at cell phones or smoking E-cigarettes, adding to the already smoky atmosphere. There were two smaller stages flanking different parts of the room with a single stripper pole.

Candy hastily disappeared into some dressing room leaving my mother and I at the front door.

There were two bars, but only one had a bartender stationed at it. She was chesty with very dark curly hair that looked like she stepped straight out of the 1980s era of big hair and silver bangle earrings. She was talking to a customer but at the same time keenly aware we had just walked in. I wanted to say she looked exactly like Sarah Silverman, the Jewish comedienne, but only if she had a perfect rack of tits and very exposed cleavage through a tuxedo shirt.

I almost walked right into a bicycle someone had mounted on the wall when I first came in and tripped over my own feet. I saw an old man selling jewelry out of a brief case and he had a rack of women’s apparel against the wall.

“That’s Woody,” my mom explained, “he is expensive, but one of the only people who sells clothes to dance in.”

“I don’t have any money on me,” I held up my hands with a grin.

“I want you to listen to me,” Mom became very serious. “I tried to tell you how things work here – you don’t NEED money. You put the clothes on credit. We just get you a single outfit so you can work and hopefully you can pay that off,” she explained.

I felt bad that I had made light of things and apologized. “Do I even need a stripper outfit? Can’t I just dance naked?” I had been running around naked for so long – that I thought it may be cheaper.

“You will get in serious trouble if you don’t put your clothes on when you aren’t dancing – You have to understand that these girls are very territorial. I didn’t’ get to tell you the entire story. I’ve had my ass kicked by girls here because I was sitting with the wrong customer,” Mom warned.

“Baby Doll – so nice to see you could show up?” a man with a familiar sounding accent said from behind me- I thought it was Fatboy. He was looking at his watch and told her that was going to be a two hundred dollar fine. My mom nodded understanding.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your lovely young friend here?” He looked like Fatboy only he was an average size man with a medium build.

“Ellen this is Skinny,” Mom offered a very minimal introduction as if she were afraid of him – that made me afraid of him.

“I take it you didn’t bring any ID with you?” He nodded up and down signaling me to say I hadn’t. I already knew from Fatboy’s warning that was how the game was played here and told him I didn’t.

“I know what you are going to ask,” Skinny explained that he used to be very heavy at one time and Senior gave him the nickname Skinny. “I lost the weight – but kept the nickname, things like that are hard to shake,” he explained and asked if I was Babydoll’s daughter.

“Yes, I am,” I answered before I realized Mom was shaking her head no for me to not tell him that.

“Don’t worry – my brother already came in and told me all about your little pool business,” he said he already knew all about me. I got the idea Fatboy and Skinny may actually be twin brothers as the family resemblance was uncanny.

“You ready to make some real money and work the back room?” this time I answered no as I watched my mom vigorously warn me not to agree to that.

“I was thinking just the main room, Sir?” I smiled.

“Sir? I like that – I like that attitude,” the habit of calling men Sir had been so beaten into me that I had a tough time turning it off – but if it made him happy then so much the better. “Why don’t we get your mom off to the dressing room and I let you audition and get you suited up?” he smiled at me – his grin reminded me of the devil himself.

“Audition? Is there a chance you may not hire her?” Mom balked at that idea, “I didn’t audition.”

“You didn’t? Well that is a policy here at our establishment,” Skinny looked my mom up and down as if waiting for her to leave, “Did you want to audition now then?”

“No, but I would like to stay and help Ellen learn the ropes – help her pick the right outfit?” my mom answered defensively – as if worried he may get angry with her.

“You would?” Skinny sounded just like Officer Fatboy as he reminded her, “What do I always tell you bitches though? Time is money and if you want a little time – that is going to cost you some money. How does 500 an hour sound? I didn’t think so – I’ll teach your daughter the ropes. You can trust me,” just in how he said that she could trust him – made me feel like we shouldn’t trust him.

Mom nodded and I told her I would come get her if I needed her.

“No!” Mom blurted out abruptly. “You just work the main room – I’ll come check on you if I can,” I was surprised mom said IF she could and not WHEN she could as she walked away.

“What if I don’t pass the audition?” I shouted as she headed towards a dressing room.

My mom’s answer carried over the music for me saying, “Pass the audition!”

There was only one dancer on the stage and she yelled at us to shut the fuck up from the stage – and then continued gyrating nude for a few customers holding up dollar bills for her.

“What do you have on under that coat?” Skinny wasted no time after my mom left to ask.

I removed the coat revealing only the awkward taffy pink spiked heels that were too big for me and my bare body. I felt completely vulnerable again – like I had just given up every measure of safety I had but I was already naked so I let the coat drop.

“You came ready to work – I like it!” Skinny asked me if I wanted a drink while he looked me up and down telling me creepily, “You shaved smooth for daddy – I like it.”

“What kind of drink, Sir?” I asked innocently enough – hoping for some water or some food. The others may have gone to Applebee’s but I had eaten nothing, except for cum and pussy juice, in hours.

“A grown woman’s drink,” Skinny signaled to the bartender with his finger and she poured some brown liquid into a glass with ice and had a waitress bring it over to us.

I drank it down and nearly choked as he laughed, “Smooth! That’s Southern Comfort, a house specialty,” Skinny cracked his knuckles and told me a few of these would loosen me up and help me make money.

He led me over to Woody’s cart in a tiny V.I.P room, out of the way of the regular customers and away from the stages. The old gray haired man sat at a table like a lonely, wrinkled Yoda waiting for someone to talk to him. He let us look at the outfits that were available – they left little to the imagination. They didn’t have the price tags on them and Skinny remarked ,“You are a smart little city bitch – don’t worry, I am sure Woody will give you a good starter package deal,” and the old man nodded silently.

He held up a few outfits to my bare chest – mostly made out of mylar or other different stretchy materials. It wouldn’t have held up at the pool after a few beatings but they were specifically made for dancers to show off their bodies. He even threw in a pair of shoes, “...that fit – those look like you bought them at Payless and you paid even less.”

“They are my Aunt’s shoes, Sir,” I admitted feeling a bit like a country bumpkin.

“You have nice tits? Any piercings?” Skinny looked me up and down. I smiled at how silly it seemed that I may actually have any where he was looking but I knew girls that had their belly buttons pierced. He offered me another drink as he looked me up and down and told me to turn around and bend over.

I obliged him putting my hands on the seat right by Woody spreading my legs apart and bending over so he could see my entire ass. I felt a little awkward – the old man was clearly older than my own grandfather and he looked like such a kindly old man but he seemed completely disinterested. The club being dark and smoky made it easier to be naked – and the fact that occasionally a dancer would walk past the little V.I.P room that Woody used as an office wearing next to nothing made it seem almost normal.

“You ever take it up the ass?” Skinny’s blunt question caught me off guard.

I had hours of training to pretend to be a total slut and a rich bitch but now I was completely out of my element. The Landing Strip was like starting back at the first day at the pool for me because I wasn’t sure what to say or do and my natural instinct was to actually tell him no.

“Yes Sir, I have,” I admitted truthfully after he prompted to just tell him the truth.

“You have a lovely little pooter – You do know this is a full contact, full liquor nude club and guys are going to see and touch your ass while you are dancing?” Skinny asked after he heard my reluctance to answer.

“I know that, Sir,” I smiled, “Your question was just a little forward. I am fine with that,” I said – this time unsure whether or not I really was ready for this.

“You can’t masturbate or let anyone finger fuck you on stage – but what you do in the champagne rooms is going to be on you,” he explained there were Condoms in the dressing room and they were all part of the house fee.

“What do we do with them when we are done, Sir?” I asked without realizing how strange that question sounded.

“You throw them away?” Skinny seemed confused I would even ask the question and I laughed. I had expected I’d have to carry the empties somewhere with my mouth and pour them in a shot glass and drink them or something disgusting like at the pool.

The way my mom had explained things – I was ready for things to be totally intense but other than the man spending an inordinate amount of time staring into my butthole – it seemed quite a bit more tame than the Seminole Community Pool.

“You passed your audition,” Skinny announced and slapped me playfully on the bottom. It wasn’t a spank- but it sent shivers down my spine as I expected him to continue after the first one.

“You want more? I can do more,” Skinny joked playfully as he held up three outfits “What do you say? Three outfits should be more than enough?” smiling with some frilly, little thongs and bikini tops.

“You know – I should probably only do just one, Sir?” I suggested, being a bit more frugal.

“You know,” Skinny copied my response and told me that I was cute as a button and that girls tend to sweat and get a little wet on their outfits – “You will be needing at LEAST three and you’ll have to wash them between shifts.” He said that the house did have a laundry service and it can be included in the house fees.

“How much ARE the house fees, Sir?” I began to get a little apprehensive.

“I usually waive them on your first night – but if you want me to calculate them I could tell you exactly?” Skinny suggested I keep my mouth shut and follow him to my locker.

We walked past a black woman showering inside a small glass chamber in front of some men who were watching her and through a small door into a woman’s bathroom. There were no doors on the stalls and a blonde said, “Skinny – how about giving us some privacy back here – I am tryna take a shit!”

“How about you stop tryna take a shit and leave a few so you can get out there and make some fucking money for a change?” Skinny ignored the woman and led me into a large open dressing room with mirrors and orange lockers.

It smelled like cheap perfume, makeup, and pussy.

“Your locker is included in the house fee.” He told me he liked to make sure they had everything a girl needs. He pointed to a tray of make-up, hair dryers, and even a platter of grapes and cheese and told me that they stock the dressing room so we can focus on entertaining the customers. He went over some of the other benefits of working at the club including bailing us out of jail and if we need a ride they can send someone from the club.

“Yeah – but we wouldn’t be in jail if it wasn’t for something that happened at the club,” one of the strippers complained over her shoulder.

Another one said that the emergency ride was straight to the club and it came with another fee.

“Ladies – that is the cost of doing business – I mean, you could always work flipping burgers?” he reminded them with a smile while writing something on a clip board – shutting them both up.

I was actually sold on working at the Strip from what he said. There wasn’t much of a crowd but we didn’t get spanked or fucked and treated like dogs. He seemed pretty reasonable and charming – and I was on my fourth drink already.

There were a number of cute little hand written notes and rules attached to the mirrors next to ashtrays. One of them read in purple ink “DAY SHIFT DANCERS: When the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 11 that is when work begins. Be here or McDonald’s day shift starts at 4:30 AM – you pick.” Right below that someone had added, “And wash your asses BEFORE you get here!”

There was another odd little note that said “No strangling the dancers,” and the entire set up seemed to be a little tongue in cheek, like they didn’t take themselves all that seriously but were still running a business.

Skinny obviously knew I was underage and from what I could tell about the six or seven other dancers, they ranged in age from 15 to 55 – all of them wore garish make up. “I know you ladies aren’t going to hang out in the hen house all night and squawk when there is money out there? I smell money!” Skinny tried to pump up the girls to get them excited about working a Saturday Night.

One of the older ones with teased out blonde hair and bright blue mascara answered her manager with “I smell BULLSHIT – and it’s strong in here, Ladies,” and the other girl’s laughed along with her.

Instead of retaliatory beatings to put them in their places or even pinching their tits so hard they begged forgiveness Skinny laughed it off and told us we needed to be working in 15 minutes or the fines would begin. Most of the girls quickly started getting ready and since I was new – the others were quicker grabbing the beauty products they needed before me.

I stepped into a flimsy purple ruffle mesh with lace that had just enough material to cover my nipples and slit but left my ass crack bare through the outfit.

I was the last one to leave the dressing room as I secured my stuff in my locker and tested the padlock they gave me. It was just like one of the ones I used in high school.

High school seemed so far away to me now. I would just have been starting there and now I was a professional exotic dancer! I was actually excited as I left the dressing room.

“Hey,” Skinny checked his watch as I walked out and told me that I was late.

“I am sorry Sir – I am still learning my way around,” I offered expecting his warm smile but he was very serious as he told me that he didn’t care about excuses and he had heard every one of them.

“I can’t run a club if you girls are going to fuck around,” he sounded authoritative like Ted. I looked around wondering if this was the same guy who walked me back to the dressing room but as far as I could tell he was wearing the same purple suit that Skinny had on.

“Yes Sir – I am sorry – would you like to punish me then?” I offered awkwardly.

“Punish?” Skinny smiled like he was just busting my chops and told me that he liked my attitude. “We don’t have time to do anything like that here – we are a business,” he leaned in close – the smell of cheap aftershave and Axe Body Spray wafting off of him. “You affect our bottom line and we affect yours – it’s really a simple, voluntary exchange! Now you work the stations until the DJ calls your stage name,” he said.

“What ARE the stations, Sir?” I asked and asked if my stage name was Ellen?

“Ellen is a bit boring – I was thinking Angel? We don’t have an Angel and you seem all sweet and heavenly,” he suggested.

“I actually know an Angel, Sir,” I smirked at the reaction Angel may have if she found out I had taken her name.

“I don’t give two fucks if you know a Devil,” Skinny quickly became impatient and suggested “Birdie”?

“Birdie?” I asked – that didn’t sound sexy at all.

“You keep flitting around like a little birdie, yeah that’s your name, you like it?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” I said, but either Skinny didn’t hear me or he didn’t care.

“Good – go get put on the list and report to the first station,” Skinny walked away holding a clip board that he was using to write down names on and left me to wonder what to do next and how to do it. He had told me who to see but not what any of it meant and I was too scared or embarrassed to ask anyone – not that I thought any of them would stop to tell me.

I wandered around the club aimlessly for a few minutes until I bumped into the Leaner. The nice older man from the V.I.P. section at the Buckman was leaning against the bar and chatting up the sexy barmaid that looked like Sarah Silverman.

“Ellen? I almost didn’t recognize you with all that makeup on,” the Leaner seemed pleased to see me.

“Hi, it’s actually Birdie here…I guess,” I said hopelessly confused and nervous by my new environment.

“Birdie? I never heard a name like that – you want a drink?” he didn’t wait for me to tell him yes or no as he ordered me one. The bartender poured me another stiff Southern Comfort and I quickly downed it.

“I don’t actually like the name but Skinny gave it to me,” I said.

The bartender told me not to do what Skinny told me. “Call yourself whatever you want. I think you look like Ellen Page so maybe Ellen?”

“That’s actually my real name,” I smirked as I lifted the glass to my lips before I realized it was empty again.

“So how do you like working here?” the Leaner asked as he had another drink poured for me.

“I don’t know where to go or what to do yet, Sir!” I told him that I wasn’t used to this much drinking but that I appreciated the liquor none the less.

“All the girls here have vices – most of them drink- it helps,” the bartender said, then told me where the DJ booth was and told me to put my name there then report to the first station.

“Where is the first station, Ma’am?” I asked the buxom beauty behind the bar.

“Call me Ma’am again and I will break your knuckles,” she smiled as she pointed out it was right when I first came in the club. I still didn’t know what she was talking about, but fearing I’d get in trouble I excused myself and headed up to the DJ booth.

It was a tiny little booth and inside was Candy’s boyfriend Peapod. He was a white guy who reminded me of a young Kid Rock. He was playing music off of a laptop and he checked me out as I walked up “What is your name sweetheart?”

“Ellen? No, Birdie, I mean,” damn – I was already getting a little tipsy and I couldn’t think straight. He laughed at me as I stumbled over my words and finally decided that my name would be Mystique. That sounded mysterious and I wasn’t sure where I had heard it before, but it seemed to fit what I had on at the time. A dozen other names ran through my mind – but that one seemed right.

“Okay – you do the five stations and I’ll get you on stage,” Pea-Pod told me I could come behind the DJ booth and keep him company if I would rather.

“What exactly do I do at the stations?” I asked him while ignoring his advances. I was here to make money – not mess with the DJ, even if I had been interested in a scruffy, white trash titty bar DJ.

“You WORK the stations,” He explained as if that should make perfect sense. He told me to listen for him to say “SWITCH” and go to the next station and do that. I noticed he had been charming and nice until his girlfriend walked up to the DJ booth right behind me.

“You hitting on my boyfriend?” Candy’s question could have been a playful question but it also hid an implied threat that I had better not be.

“She was just asking where the stations are, sweetness,” Pea-Pod cooed at her.

“I am still pissed at you for running off and leaving me out in the yard today!” she ignored him.

“Your Dad is a bad-ass – I wasn’t about to cross him,” Pea-Pod made no apologies for leaving her behind.

“I was tied up naked on the lawn ALL fucking day!” she complained.

“I know, I know,” Pea-Pod failed to really empathize with her and held up a finger to announce “That was Lacy on the main stage – everybody give it up for Lacy – loud and proud fellas, come on, these girls work for tips and tips alone! You can over tip em – but don’t’ tip em’ over – next on stage how about Diane! Diane on the main stage – Oh yeah!”

“Now, Daddy has made me move in with the fucking Gaylords,” Candy picked up complaining just as soon as Pea-pod turned off the microphone and looked at me scornfully.

“It’s just for a week though right? And you can work here at night – so it’s not like we won’t see each other?” he offered some consolation to make the most of a tough situation.

“See you? I don’t give a fuck about that – you ain’t listening, Pea-Pod. I gotta work double shifts now, at the fucking pool and up here?” Candy turned the conversation back to her and her problem.

“Listen – we can talk later but Skinny is walking around with that clipboard. Can you show Mystique the first station, honey?” he asked his girlfriend.

“Mystique? What are you? One of the fucking X-men?” she laughed. I knew I had heard that name somewhere before and it was probably from one of my brother’s comic book inspired movies.

“I guess,” I said as she led me back to the front of the club. Candy had a way of walking that wiggled her ass and tits at the same time in an exaggerated way and as I followed her I studied it to see if I could do the same thing. It seemed so over the top but yet it fit the girl’s brash personality.

I wondered how deep she was in debt at the club. She struck me as someone who probably could live with the fact she owed way more than she was making – and was just spinning her wheels without any sort of plan – even though she thought she was clever.

“Take your clothes off,” she insisted once we were standing over by the entrance to the club.

“Just take them off?” I expected to have to strip and thought she may be getting ready to trick me just to make a fool of myself.

“I am like my daddy – I don’t talk twice. If you want to know what the fuck to do, you will do what I tell ya,” Candy demanded. She looked a lot like her sister in the face but she was far more domineering than Angel ever was.

I quickly took off my clothes and she showed me where I could hang them before instructing me to get on the bicycle that was mounted at the entrance to the club when I first walked in.

“Get on it?” I asked but quickly realized when Candy gave me a look of angry consternation that she wasn’t interested in repeating herself. The bicycle was suspended off the ground – I wasn’t sure how to get on it but Candy helped me up on to it and I quickly realized how I was supposed to sit on it.

The “Seat” was no seat at all – it was a dildo and it fit snugly in my pussy at an almost perfect angle.

“You wait here and when men come put money in, you ride until Pea-Pod tells you to switch – even a dummy like you can do it,” Angel left me to hang on to the handle bars with my feet on the pedals completely naked.

The Leaner was pleased to see me mounting the bike and came over holding several dollar bills. He said he was happy to break me in and began inserting ones into the side of a small machine by the station.

The bike lurched forward and began to rock like those children’s rides they put outside of stores, except this one had a dildo going in and out of my pussy. I wasn’t ready for the first couple of thrusts but eventually I was able to take the full measure of six inches of dildo as it fucked me in constant rhythm.

“You like it?” The Leaner leaned against the stationary bicycle and watched me fuck myself against the bike.

“It’s different!” I wasn’t lying as the machine churned my pussy like it was making butter and pounded inside of me.

“I like how you ride it – some girls just let the tip go in and out but you are taking the whole thing,” the Leaner looked up at my pussy and smiled as it began dripping viscous white fluid. I couldn’t control myself - and began to squirt as I came.

“This is fun!” he put a total of ten dollars in the machine and said that he wanted to watch me do all the stations.

“Fun!” I smiled – trying not to seem reluctant and trying not to let myself get too caught up in getting robo-fucked by a bicycle. Ten minutes may seem like a short amount of time but I assure you, when someone is watching you get fucked in the same motion over and over it can seem like eternity.

Especially once your nipples sprout and they notice you are starting to really get into it and you can’t stop cumming. Several other guys came over and started watching and began to tip me.

I had removed my garter when Candy told me to strip but they usually slip money into that. Instead, they tried putting the money in me- as I rode the bike up and down I felt like I was on a carousel and the horse was going up and down and round while men tried stuffing money in my ass crack. Some of it fell on the ground and down between old, dirty, leather chairs but most of it would be mine. I smiled at them and let myself enjoy getting fucked.

Once the ride stopped – I felt dizzy and heard a sucking sound as I glided my pussy lips off of the dildo seat – to the sound of unexpected light applause.

I just fucked myself or got fucked by a robot bicycle anyway – and now guys were applauding? I wouldn’t do the same if I had watched them get automatically jerked off by a machine – but they were clearly impressed and I was all too eager to take their tips.

“Here is to nipples!” One of the men cheered noticing my rock hard tits and they lifted their drinks, “Without them – titties would be pointless!!”

Some of the customers watching me oohed and awwed about how much cream I left behind as well.

“What is the next station?” was the question the four or five guys watching me wanted to hear most of all and they cheered when I asked it. The other stages had more customers at them – but my customers seemed very excited about the ‘new girl’ and wanted more.

I was willing to give them more– if they paid.