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By La Femme Oranje

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The next day, Michelle was never far from my thoughts. Several of the
punters had made enquiries about her doing 'private shows' for them, and
while I wasn't quite ready to let her do that (especially with the ones that
I knew had more fucked up fetishes and kinks), it reassured me that the
money I was investing in corrupting her was money well spent.

The only problem that she was causing was that some of the other girls were
getting a little bit jealous about all the attention that I was lavishing
upon her, but they usually had a way of sorting these things out without too
much trouble. More pressing was my desire to see if she fucked as well as
she sucked cock, if she did, she had a bright career in more than stripping.

Still, I was holding my breath in a sense until she walked through my door
for work at precisely the right time. I was still worried that no matter how
much she needed the money, she'd decide she wasn't willing to take her
clothes off for it, and she'd stop coming. Luckily for me, it looked like
she needed the money bad, and if she did as I told her, I was happy to
provide it to her.

"Hello Michelle," I started, as she walked into my office.

"Richard," she replied, somewhat nervously. "What have you got for me
today?"

"Hey, relax," I said, smiling in as friendly a way as I could. "I just want
to talk for now, why don't you sit down?"

Nervously, as if expecting my office chair to suddenly animate itself and
gobble her down, Michelle sat down. She was still wearing jeans, flat shoes,
and a long-sleeved top to work, something that I frowned on my girls doing
(best to get them to change before they come to work, gives a bit of free
advertising), but I wasn't about to push it at that point.

"Now, tell me, why are you here?" I started.

"What do you mean?"

"Most girls don't start stripping just for the fun of it, and I've gathered
that you're no exception."

She blushed. "Because... I need the money," she said quietly.

"Yes, you've told me that. How much money do you need?"

She told me. It was a rather large figure, and I didn't want to know exactly
how she got herself so deep into it.

"I see. You can make pretty good money here, you know, but it's going to
take you a long time before you can make that back stripping, no matter how
good you are and how much the punters like you."

She blushed an even deeper shade of red. "I know that."

"What if I said that I could, say, find a way to accelerate the amount of
money you make? I have connections you know, if you were willing to do
certain things, you could make that money back for yourself a lot faster."

The look on her face left me in no doubt that she knew exactly what sort of
things I was talking about and that she didn't like the idea one little bit.
It also told me that despite her distaste for what I wanted her to do, she
was considering doing it, if only to get herself out of debt a little bit
faster.

"Well, you don't have to answer me right now," I said, "Just know that the
offer is on the table should you decide to take it up later." She looked
visibly relieved at not having to make a decision straight away. "Now, why
don't you get changed for your dance, and if you like we can discuss this
again afterwards?"

She nodded and understanding that the conversation was over, stood up. I
slid a box across my desk over to her, which contained the clothes that
she'd be taking off tonight. Inside were a very short red satin dress, a
matching red thong, white thigh-high stockings, and red four inch high
heels. Very classy, at least compared to the things that I'd made her wear
before.

Michelle took the box and began walking towards the door down to the stage
area and the change room.

"Wait, where do you think you're going?" I asked.

"To change?"

"No, tonight I want you to change in here. I'm not going to be able to watch
you from the club, and I want to see you strip at least once tonight."

She blushed, and began to strip off her clothes, starting with her jeans and
panties, flashing her shaved little slit at me as she stepped into the
thong, pulling it up her legs and over her cunt. Next, she took off her top
and bra, her beautiful tits spilling out for me to see, before she pulled
the silky red dress on.

"Turn around," I instructed.

She turned around, and I was quite pleased to see that I'd guessed the
length quite well, as the bottom of her arse and the tight fabric of the
thong was quite visible under the smooth, shiny fabric. I nodded my approval
at her as she twisted around to see my reaction, causing her to blush
fiercely. I smiled.

Next, she sat down and began pulling the lily white stockings up her long
legs, giving me a great view of her shaved little cunt through the flimsy
little thong I'd given her. Stepping into the cherry red heels, her cute
little feet visible through the peep-toes and the white stockings, she stood
up expectantly, as if presenting herself for my inspection and approval.

Letting my gaze linger for a moment, I finally nodded. "Very good," I said.
"Your dance starts in ten minutes, you better hurry up or else the punters
will miss you!" I leaned forward, "You probably don't want to disappoint
them, do you?"

Michelle looked taken aback. "You mean, you're not going to be watching?"

"I'm afraid not." I gestured at the mess on my desk. "Paperwork, you
understand. Come up and see me after you finish."

She nodded slowly. Of course, her entire performance was going to be filmed
for me to enjoy later, just as her last one had been, but she didn't need to
know that at this stage. She turned to leave, walking down the stairs to the
stage level quite quickly and easily, the heels that I'd given her were a
lot less cruel than the ones that I'd been making her wear before, but she
still moved with grace and balance; she was a quick study this one.

Smiling, I went back to finishing my paperwork. A couple of times I heard
loud cheers and cat calls from the stage room, which set my imagination
racing. What I wouldn't have given to be able to actually see what she was
doing! Despite having been in the business for years, and thinking myself
jaded when it came to female flesh, I found myself getting hard just
thinking about what indignities Michelle was putting herself through for the
sake of a few dollars.

Not that that would be anything compared to what I hoped to have her doing
in a few minutes, though.

Michelle climbed back up the stairs to my office a few minutes later, her
face flushed, and the red dress that I'd given her gone. Her soft, pale
breasts were on full display now, the thong was awkwardly pulled up, and
there were wads of bills stuck in both the thong and into the tops of her
stockings.

"So, it went well then?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Why don't you give me that money, and I'll convert it into higher bills for
you, so you don't have to carry all that change about?"

Pulling the dirty, folded notes out of her underwear, she walked towards me,
counting the money out onto my desk. It was a pretty good haul, more or less
what I'd have expected one of the more experienced girls to pull in on a
good night. For a girl on only her second night in front of the crowds, it
was an insanely good haul. Even at this rate though, Michelle wouldn't be
able to make even a dent in all of her debt for years.

Taking out some crisp hundred dollar bills from the cash box and handing
them to Michelle, I decided to go for it. "Did you think about what I said
earlier?" I asked.

She looked at me nervously, obviously not convinced that it was the best
course of action, so I pulled out another few banknotes from the ample
supply that I had, and held them up. "You can earn all of this in the next
thirty minutes, if you want it," I said.

The look on her face turned into a look of horror. "What... what do you want
me to do?" she asked.

"For this? I want you to get on your hands and knees on my couch, and let me
pull that thong aside and see if you fuck as good as you strip."

Michelle looked at me for a second, before bursting out with "No... I mean,
I don't do that sort of thing!" She didn't make a move, still standing there
half-naked in front of me, seemingly with no intention of going anywhere...
or covering herself up. If she really wasn't interested in the money, she
would have just grabbed her clothes and started getting dressed, but I knew
that because she was still standing there, she must be interested on some
level.

I waited.

Finally, she spoke. "Well, what if you put a rubber on?" she asked.

I smiled. I had her. "Okay, but I still want you to swallow down my cum like
you did last time."

She looked doubtful, but it was a lot of money that I was offering her.
Finally, she nodded.

"Okay," she croaked.

"Good girl," I smiled. "It won't be so bad, I promise you."

She didn't seem to believe me, but then again I didn't really care. I
quickly pulled my clothes off, my erect cock sticking towards her. She had
seen my cock already, of course, but this was the first time she'd seen me
completely in the nude. Making a show of taking a condom off of my desk and
rolling it up my cock, I walked purposely towards the couch that she was
grudgingly climbing onto, sitting on her hands and knees.

Climbing onto the soft, comfortable cushions behind her, I gently put my
hands on her hips, guiding her to where I was waiting, and enjoying the
touch of her soft, warm skin. The view from behind her was captivating, with
just her bare back, her red hair, and her beautiful, pale rear end, bisected
by the thin red line of her thong, visible.

"Are you ready?" I said quietly.

"Y.. yes," she said, somewhat hesitantly.

I slid my finger under her thong, and gently pulled it to one side, exposing
her smooth, shaven cunt. Although what I really wanted to do was start
fucking it as quickly as possible, I restrained myself. This was a delicate
part of the process, and it was important that I got this right. It was
important that she saw there were motivations other than money for letting
me do this to her.

I slid my finger into her slit, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that
she was already a little bit wet. Rubbing up, and then down, I explored the
shaven little cunt, finding her entry hole, letting my fingers linger there
a moment before sliding them further along to find her clit. When I found
it, I began gently rubbing around it in little circles, softly stimulating
it to get my little stripper ready for fucking.

As I rubbed her sensitive spot, Michelle's breathing had become heavier and
ragged, despite her earlier reluctance to let me touch her this way. I began
rubbing her cunt hole with my thumb, noticing with satisfaction that she was
starting to get wetter and wetter. Encouraged, I began rubbing her clit a
little harder, and in response, she started panting a little louder.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

She nodded, not saying anything.

Without taking my finger off of her clit, I gently started pressing my
wrapped up cock against her warm, wet cunthole. I've always been a fan of
bareback fucking, but I was willing to wear a condom, especially for a girl
as hot as Michelle was. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, getting it
wet and slippery, before I slowly began pushing the head inside her hole.

The feeling was incredible. She was no virgin, but her hole was so warm and
tight, much more enjoyable than the usual banged-open sluts that I got to
work on. She groaned loudly as I gently slid my hard, slippery cock inside
of her, greedily pushing in as deeply as I could so that I could feel as
much of her around my cock as possible. I took my fingers off of her clit
and put my hands on her hips, and slowly but firmly pulled her towards me
until I was completely filling her up.

When she didn't make any protest, apart from gasping and panting wordlessly,
I started gently sliding my cock back and forth inside her, enjoying the
feel of her warm, wet cunt around my flesh. She was so tight! I picked up
the pace a little, pushing in and out, her cunt making wet sucking noises as
it struggled to accommodate my girth.

Panting softly, Michelle started gently thrusting her hips forward and
backwards, in an attempt to keep time with me. If she'd even had sex before,
she sure had never had it doggie style, her awkward movements left me in no
doubt about that. Still, the fact that she was actively trying to fuck was a
very good sign, and I wasn't about to discourage her by informing her that
her technique needed a lot of work. Although, truth be told, there's not a
lot of need for technique when you're a fresh, clean, redheaded stripper
taking her first fuck for money.

I gradually sped up, being mindful that if I went too fast and hard I'd
probably freak her out, and maybe hurt her as well. With the normal trashy
girls I employed, I usually didn't worry about this, but for Michelle, I
wanted to start her slowly, and there was even a little part of me that
wanted her to enjoy it as well; which was something that I wasn't used to,
and which freaked me out just a little bit.

Gripping her around the hips more firmly, I started helping her with her
motion, pulling her hips forwards and backwards in time for me so that my
cock almost pulled out of her on the away stroke, only to slide all the way
back in on the return stroke. She was starting to pant a lot louder now, and
she was even murmuring and moaning softly when I pushed deep into her.

It quickly became all too much, and before I knew it I was grunting too,
closing my eyes and holding her tight as I felt the orgasm begin to flow
through my body, and my cock began to fill the condom with sticky semen.
Gasping, I drove myself one last time, hard, into her. To my amazement, she
responded herself by gasping, her muscles tensing, and letting out a
high-pitched nasal whine. Her hands gripping the cushions of my couch, she
arched her back and her legs, moaning and panting uncontrollably.

My stripper was having an orgasm while turning her first trick!

If I was tougher, I'd say that I merely allowed her a moment of enjoyment
before doing what came next, but to tell the truth, I was a little bit
shocked that she'd had that reaction. After a second, she slumped down a
little bit onto the couch, which was enough to snap me out of it, and remind
me of what I had to do.

"Sit up," I ordered.

Dutifully, she sat up on the couch, her face still flushed, and her thong
awkwardly slipping back to cover her freshly fucked little hole. I stood in
front of her, my cock still sticking out towards her, still covered in the
cum filled condom.

"Take it off," I said, "but make sure that you don't spill any."

The look on her face indicated that she wanted to do anything but, however
she still obediently peeled the thin latex off my meat, holding a hand
underneath it to catch any spillage. Once she was holding the sticky sheathe
with two fingers she looked up at me again, as if she didn't know what she
was going to be asked to do next.

"Now," I instructed, "I want you to lick up all of the cum inside that
condom. Not a drop is to be left behind, do you understand?"

She nodded quietly, her eyes drifting to the sticky white payload inside the
rubber tube. She looked a bit doubtful at first, but the sight of her
sitting bare-breasted in just her underwear and stockings, holding a load of
my cum in the condom that I'd just used to fuck her was intoxicating.
Despite just having gotten off, I began to feel myself growing hard once
again.

"Come on," I said in my more reassuring voice. "You've eaten my cum before,
haven't you? It didn't make you sick, did it? But you'd better eat it soon,
because it congeals quickly when it's exposed to air, and it'll get more
manky the longer you leave it."

This seemed to be enough for the little stripper, who lifted the cum filled
tube up and angled it down towards her face, opening her mouth just below
the entrance. A big sticky dollop of sperm rolled lazily out of it into her
awaiting mouth, spilling over her wet little tongue.

"Good girl," I encouraged her as she closed her eyes and swallowed the dirty
white snowball. There was still plenty left in the condom, and the second
globule of it spilled out onto her lips instead of into her mouth. Perhaps
not realising how hot it made her look, she tilted her head up and bit her
lip, sucking all of the cum up into her mouth.

The third and final blob proved a little more difficult though, as it was
lodged right up at the tip of the condom, and no matter how long she held
the condom up for it, it persistently refused to slide down for her. Sighing
despondently, she lowered her arms, holding the condom up entry first, and
pushing the bottom upwards, and sliding her tongue down into it, messily
slurping the remaining semen out of it.

I was hard enough that I probably could have fucked her again, but I decided
that she'd had enough for tonight. Picking up the wad of money that I'd set
aside for her, I handed it all to her.

"Here you go," I said. "You've earned it."
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