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(C) 2006-2010 by La Femme Oranje

***Preface***

I first posted the first chapter of this story way back in 2006.  It
was inspired by a series of fantasies that I'd had and shared with
someone (the "Richard" of this story).  Of course, back in 2006 I was
not half the writer that I am now, and my writing was riddled with
grammar errors and plot holes.  That's why I've now decided to "fix
up" the older chapters and bring them all in line with the various
plot developments that happened in later parts.

I'd also like to thank those who have taken the time to write to me
over the years about my little story.  Some of your suggestions have
been integrated into this story; others have been noted and might
appear in a later work, either set in the 'Richard's Club' universe,
or an entirely new work.  There have been a few recurring questions
though, which means that I guess the story can now have a F.A.Q!

1.  Why is this story written from the male point of view, rather than
the female point of view?
As I mentioned above, the character of Richard is based on a real
person, with whom I shared these fantasies.  The short answer is that
I initially did write the story from the perspective of Michelle, but
it really didn't work from a literary perspective.  From the reader's
perspective it works much better from Richard's point of view, since
he's the one with control of the situation, for the most part.

2.  Is this based on a true story / Are you really a stripper?
Hell no, it's all just based on fantasy.  But a girl can dream, can't
she?  Additionally, a lot of the things Richard and Michelle do would
be illegal pretty much everywhere.  Don't try this at home.

3.  You're aware that the sex industry is demeaning to women, etc etc?
I'm aware that things like human trafficking in women are
unfortunately still facts of life in many places in the world (and I
recommend visiting www.humantrafficking.org if you're not aware of the
scale of the problem).  With that said, this story is entirely
make-believe and like many other sex stories, exists in a world where
things like STDs, sex slavery, and other unpleasant things don't
exist.  If the very idea of strippers and prostitution doesn't appeal
or offends, I recommend you don't read any further.

Also, there are reasons beyond the obvious that Michelle is doing what
she is doing, which are hinted at rather subtly, but which a couple of
people have managed to pick up!

4.  I think Michelle should (engage in some kind of non-consensual sex act)!
That's not a question.  And the primary rule I've set for myself in
this series is that everything Michelle will do, is something that she
will choose for herself.  Nobody is going to force her to do anything.
 Every choice she makes, even the bad ones, are hers alone.  My story
will never include rape or violent sex.

5.  Will there be more beyond Chapter 6?
That's hard to say at this point.  My original plan was for an
eighteen-part epic, but those plans are largely shelved at the moment.
 There is an "end goal" as to how it should all come together at the
end.  With that said, Chapters 1-6 form a self contained story and you
don't need to worry about being left hanging.

As always, I like to hear your thoughts, ideas, complaints, and
compliments! Send them to:

la femme oranje at g mail dot com

(removing spaces, and replacing at with @ and dot with ., of course)

***Chapter One***

It was the start of an ordinary day when Michelle first came through
my door, and I immediately knew that it was going to be a special one.
I run an adult club downtown, and most of the new girls that we had
were crack heads, whores, or just plain desperate, the sort of girls
that keep the club going, but will never be more than jerk-off fodder
for some frustrated guy in a dead-end office job.

Michelle was different though, dressed well, looked healthy, and most
of all she looked out of place talking with the bouncers at the front
door. It was still early in the morning, the girls hadn't arrived yet,
and the staff were still cleaning up from the previous night's
festivities. I watched her quietly from my office window above the
showroom, already calculating how much she'd be worth.

The bouncer directed her towards my office, and she walked
hesitatingly across the sticky floor to my office. That was the other
unusual thing about her, the usual slut that graced my doorstep was at
ease inside a strip club, especially one as notorious as mine.
Michelle though, looked as if she might take fright and run off at any
time. That would have been a shame, because while I've got some exotic
tastes, rape and kidnapping are not among them.

She climbed up the rickety steps to my office, and knocked on my
slightly ajar door.

"Come in," I called out.

She walked inside, and she was even more of a looker up close than at
a difference. She didn't look like the big-boobed sluts that I usually
got; she had quite small, relatively speaking, C-cups, at a guess, and
gorgeous wavy red hair that cascaded down her back. She was wearing a
long-sleeved turtleneck top that clung quite nicely to her tits, as
well as a very cute tartan skirt that dropped down to her knees.
Completing the innocent, naīve look were the black pantyhose, and the
chunky black leather Mary Jane flats that she wore.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes," she started, the nervousness evident in her voice. "My name is
Michelle, I read your ad in the newspaper, it said that you were
looking for new girls to work?"

I nodded. I placed ads in the local newspaper, even if they didn't net
me very many new girls, they were good publicity for the club.

"That's right," I said, choosing my words carefully. I didn't want
this one to get away. "Are you interested?"

"Yes," she said, a note of embarrassment creeping into her voice.
"I'm... a bit short of money for rent... I need to earn some money
quickly."

Jackpot.

"Are you aware of what sort of establishment this is?" I asked.

"Yes... it's a... men's club... your ad wasn't very specific though. I
was hoping you'd need bar staff, or a cleaner, or something like
that."

"I'm afraid that we're quite well sorted already when it comes to our
bar staff," I said. "What we're always interested in though is
dancers; would you be interested in that line of work?"

"Well, I suppose... what would I need to do?"

"For you, for a flat three hundred dollars, you'd need to do two shows
a night. If you're willing, there are also extra opportunities to make
money." A fresh, cute, and non-jaded girl like this would make me well
over three hundred quid in just one show, a good deal I thought.

"Two shows, like, in my underwear?"

"Ah... no. This is a full nudity club, you'd need to go further than
your underwear, I'm afraid."

"Oh..." she said, obviously conflicted. I had really hit the jackpot,
a sheltered, innocent girl who wanted to become a stripper!

"I don't know... I really was hoping I wouldn't have to go that far,"
she stammered.

"Well... I'll tell you what, how about you give an audition, just for
me, and I'll give you a hundred dollars? Then you can decide how you
feel about it."

She looked doubtful.

"...and if you feel fine about it," I continued, "You can start
tonight. Will four hundred dollars keep the wolf from the door?"

She still looked doubtful, but she nodded.

"Okay, well, make your mind up quickly... I do have work to do."

Something seemed to break inside her, and she nodded again. "Okay, an
audition, what do I need to do?"

I pressed the button under my desk that turned on the hidden cameras
in my office. It could be useful if there was trouble later,
alternatively, I could use it to persuade Michelle to stay in my
employ. "Well, why don't you take your clothes off first," I
suggested, "And then we'll find you something nice to wear."

She baulked for a second. "Do you have a change room?"

"No... I want you to do it in here."  I really didn't want to have to
wait to see her naked. She started blushing. "Look," I said, "if
you're not comfortable stripping here, then how will you be
downstairs?"

She blushed again, and slowly lifted her top, revealing her sweet,
pale breasts being held in by a tragically unfashionable bra. She
dropped her top to the ground, and then kneeled down to take off her
cute little shoes.  Next, she reached behind herself and unhooked her
bra. Gingerly, she pulled it off, keeping her arm across her nipples
so that I couldn't see. "Take your arm away, let me see you," I
ordered. She blushed, looked down and bit her lower lip, and took her
arms away, her perfectly formed little tits on display for all to see.
"Good girl, you have a great body!" I said, in my most reassuring
tone.

She then slid her skirt down her legs, and stood before me in her
pantyhose, looking at me imploringly. "Yes," I said, "those too." She
looked down again, and slid her pantyhose down to her feet, and then
kicked them off. It was an impressive sight, this young blossom who
had half an hour ago probably never been seen naked by a man, standing
nude in front of me in a strip joint, being secretly filmed. I was
pleased to see that she was shaved bare, the slight swimsuit tan that
she had showing that she wasn't entirely unused to showing a little
skin.

"Yes, yes," I said. "Very good, we can certainly use someone of your
natural beauty," I said, trying to reassure her. Some nerves would be
good, and keep the more perverted punters interested, but too much and
she'd be out the door, never to return again. "Let's find something
for you to wear."

I didn't think she was ready for walking naked throughout my club, but
luckily some of the girls who'd been in my office last night to
entertain a guest of mine had left their costumes behind. At the time,
I'd been irritated, but now it had turned into a fortunate
coincidence. I certainly didn't want to leave her behind in my office
on her own, she probably wasn't from the media or the police if she'd
gone this far, but you could never be too careful.

I picked through the costumes and eventually selected a lacy red bra
and panties. There'd be no need for the panties, so I threw them away,
but I also found a very tight black fishnet top. Rounding things off
were a pair of transparent eight inch heels, and a pair tiny black
leather shorts, so tight that it would only just cover her cute little
pussy and arse.

"I can't wear that!" she wailed.

"Why not?"

"It's so... trashy... and I'll never be able to walk in those heels!"

"That's what you're going to have to wear if you want to audition and
work here, and you're going to be dancing in those heels, not walking,
so I don't see what the problem is."

She looked at the clothes with obvious disgust, before she finally
decided that modesty was the better part of valour, and put the bra
and shorts on. She had a little trouble with the top, but after a
brief struggle that I immensely enjoyed watching, she managed to get
it on. Finally, she slipped the heels on, and was standing unsteadily
in front of me, dressed like a wanton slut.

"Very nice, you look great dressed like that!" I said approvingly, as
I put some music on. It was the generic techno trash that we played in
the club, not anything that was to my taste, but with a big bassline
that the girls could sway to. She stood in front of me awkwardly, and
began half-heartedly swaying her hips to the music.

"No, not like that," I said, sinking back into my chair. "Flex your
hips, like you're fucking to the beat." She went red as I said 'fuck',
but obligingly started moving her hips in time with the music, her
style oozing innocence and inexperience. It was electric.

I let her continue for a moment before standing up.  "No no," I said.
Walking around and standing behind her, I placed my hands on her hips.
She jumped a little at the contact, as I stood uncomfortably close
behind her, but she didn't say anything. "Like this," I said, as I
started moving her hips in time with the music. She nodded, and I
stepped back, appreciating her much improved technique.

I sat back down on the chair. "Now, come towards me, keep swaying," I
instructed. She tottered forwards on her heels, until she was standing
right in front of me. "Now, lean towards me, and put your hands on the
chair behind me."

She leaned over, and put her hands behind my head, her tits on obvious
display through the fishnet in their bra. "Now, I want you to climb up
onto the chair, one knee on each of the armrests." Reluctantly, she
complied, getting up on the chair, squatting over me.

This was too much fun.

"Now, I want you to lean in towards me," I said.

"How?" she asked, obviously feeling very self-conscious.

I put my hands on the sides of her torso and gently pulled her
forwards until her tits were mere inches from my face. Suddenly, she
seemed to lose her balance. Instinctively, I reached out to grab her
and stop her falling, in the process pulling her tits right into my
face. I hadn't planned on getting so close and personal with them so
quickly, but as long as they were there, I was happy for them to stay.

"I'm... so sorry," she said, trying unsuccessfully to pull herself away.

"No, that's alright..." I said, my voice muffled by her fishnet and
lace-covered tits, my hands holding her torso steady and still.

"Maybe I'm... not cut out for this job," she started to stammer.

"Oh, I don't know, you're doing pretty well so far," I said. "Plus,
you DO want that hundred dollars, don't you?"

"Of course..." she said absently.

"Now, I want you to stand up, and turn around for me, do you think you
can do that?"

"Yes," she said, as she stood up and turned around, her butt on
display through the tight shorts.

"Keep swaying those hips," I said.

She obliged, moving her hips in time with the music again, not as well
as when I'd showed her how, but still a little better than she had
managed on her own before.

"Now, get closer to me"

She got a little closer, her butt swaying seductively.

I moaned appreciatively. "Closer," I said.

She got a little closer, but not as close as I wanted.

"Closer!" I ordered.

"I can't get any closer!" she complained.

"Oh, yes you can," I said, as I pushed her over, and pulled her up
onto my chair, her leather-covered arse mere centimetres from my face.
"Wiggle your butt for me, Michelle."

She wiggled half-heartedly, regaining her footing in front of my chair.

"Come now, do you want this job or not?" I demanded. Despite my
earlier determination to do this gently, my desires were getting the
better of me. She obligingly wiggled her arse again, doing a better
job of it for me. "Good girl," I said, "Remember, you're going to need
to get as close to the punters as possible. Now, I want you to take
your shorts off."

"I'm sorry," she said slowly. "I'm just... very nervous."

"Hey," I said, trying to regain control of myself. "Don't be nervous,
if this works out, we shall be getting to know each other very well
over the next few weeks."

She slid her fingers under the top of her shorts, and began slowly
pulling them down her shapely legs, her pale butt on display for
everyone to see. "We will?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said, admiring the view. It was just possible to see her
pussy between her legs from where I was sitting. "I very much like
what I see so far..."

She bent over, tugging the shorts past her knees, and clamping her
thighs together so that I couldn't see her cunt anymore. "Keep
swaying," I instructed, as she pulled them down her calves and kicked
them off as well as she could in the slutty heels that I'd put her in.
I decided to help, by putting my hands on her butt for 'support'. She
jumped a little, but again, she didn't say anything, she just started
to sway again.

"Very good," I said. "Now turn around, and get squat on my chair
again, I want you to show me that pretty cunt of yours."

She turned around, one hand covering her slit as she got back on my
chair again. "No, show me your cunt!" I said firmly.

"Do I have to?" she asked.

"If you want your money," I said flatly.

She sniffled a little, and took her hand away from her cunt. "Mmm,
that's better," I said. "Now, spread it for me."

"What?" she asked, more confused than shocked.

"Spread your pussy for me. The punters like it when the girls
themselves while they watch."

A tear ran down her face, and my cock felt like it would explode out
of my pants. The innocence thing was just red hot, I hadn't enjoyed
breaking in a new girl this much for years. She sniffled unhappily,
her eyes all red and puffy, as she slid two fingers into her slit and
spread her cunt lips apart, revealing her little pink clit and
cunthole.

"It's okay Michelle, just relax," I said, as I leered at her pink
rosebud. "Now, without moving your hand, I want you to stand up above
me, and start dancing again." Without waiting for her, I lifted her
up, my hands on her bottom, her pussy only a few inches from my face.
She started swaying her hips as she kept her cunt lips spread open,
quietly whimpering and sobbing as she exposed herself to me. I fondled
her buttcheeks as she danced, not touching her pretty cunt yet. No,
that would come later.

"So," she whimpered. "Do I get the job?"

I gave her bottom a final squeeze, then a light slap, before letting
go. "Yes, I think so." She stopped dancing, took a step forward, and
then turned to face me, her thighs again clamped shut over her pussy.
"Come in at 6pm tonight, we'll start you off straight away."

I stood up, counted a hundred dollars out of the petty cash, and
handed it to Michelle, my other hand going for one last grope of her
pretty, tight bottom. "Umm, so is the audition over," she asked
hopefully. "Can I go?"

"Yes Michelle," I said, "You can go. There is a change room just down
the hallway that you may use if you like," I offered. She looked at me
with those big, cute eyes for a second, before she scuttled out of my
office as far as her heels could take her. I was looking forward to
seeing her at six.

***Chapter Two***

After Michelle's performance earlier that morning, I found it hard to
concentrate on my paperwork for the rest of the day. After all, when a
beautiful redhead has just peeled her clothes off for the first time
in front of you, it tends to have an effect. Especially if that
beautiful redhead is horribly consumed by shame and humiliation when
she does it.

I wasn't especially sure that I was going to see her again that night,
if ever, so I was relieved when I finally saw her cautiously enter the
club. It was still too early, the action hadn't really started yet,
but she still obviously got a few lecherous comments from the regular
punters, based on the way that she jumped and skittered like a
frightened animal anytime she got too close to one of the tables.
Obviously, she was still frightened and nervous, so in an
uncharacteristic moment of mercy, I decided that I wouldn't make her
dance tonight.

Of course, she probably wouldn't have particularly agreed with my
definition of "mercy."

She was shown to my office by security, by which time I was sitting
behind my desk, attempting to look as simultaneously confident,
powerful, and benevolent as I possibly could. I'm not sure that I
pulled off the look perfectly, as she still looked like a frightened
rabbit.

"Good evening Michelle, so glad you could join us," I said. "After
considering your performance earlier this morning, I've decided that
you need some further practice, so I won't be putting you on the floor
tonight."

Michelle's expression was a mixture of relief and apprehension. "But
Richard," she stammered, "I thought we had an agreement... that money
you gave me earlier isn't going to be enough."

"Oh, I still have some more work for you," I said. "I want you to
perform another, 'audition' for me."

Obviously considering that stripping for one person was preferable to
stripping for a whole roomful of perverts, Michelle agreed with more
enthusiasm than I'd seen her use yet. "Oh, sure Richard, um, what do
you want me to do?"

"Well," I smiled, picking up the outfit that I'd specially picked out
for her earlier that afternoon, and sliding it across the desk to her,
"How about you get changed into this, and come back in here and we'll
talk about it?" Her quasi-punky-gothy tartan skirt and mary jane
outfit was certainly hot, but it would get in the way of what I was
planning for Michelle tonight.

Michelle picked up the outfit and looked at me in dismay. Actually,
'outfit' is probably a generous term to describe the fencenet
bodystocking and black heels that I had picked out for her. The heels
were made of soft leather, with a thin black strap that went around
the ankle, the spiky heels not as obtuse as the ones I'd had her
tottering about on earlier, but still sticking up high enough that
she'd probably have trouble with them. Which was part of the plan.

"Richard!" she protested, "I can't wear this!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because," she stammered, her eyes starting to tear up. "I'll be
totally exposed..."

I'd been prepared for this eventuality, and pulled a fifty dollar bill
out of my jacket pocket, and waved it at her. "So, how soon does the
landlord want his money?" I asked facetiously.

"But, it's so..." she seemed to search for words, "unsubtle. Do I have
to wear something so revealing?"

"This is a strip club, not a high society catwalk," I told her
sternly. "We don't do subtle here. Now, do you want this audition, or
not?"

She looked at me for a second, pouting unhappily, before picking the
outfit up and walking down the hallway to my private change room. A
few minutes later, she re-entered my office, blushing deeply, with
only the thin strings of the bodystocking covering her gorgeous body.
Most importantly, her nipples were on full display through the holes,
as was her slit. Despite myself, I felt myself becoming very hard.

"Right," I said, "We're going to practice using the pole first." For
entertaining friends and important clients of mine, I'd had a pole
installed in the corner of my office. "I'll teach you the basics
tonight, and I'm sure that you'll figure out the rest of it on the
job." I stood up, dragging my chair closer to the pole where I could
get a better look.

"What do I need to do?" she asked.

"Well, first," I started, "Walk behind the pole for me, and wrap a leg
around it." She obligingly did so, obviously still embarrassed by her
near nakedness in front of me, but apparently starting to cope with
it. She wrapped one of her legs around the shiny metal pole, steadying
herself by grabbing onto it with one hand.

"Now, I want you to see if you can spin around it for me, in that
position." She did her best to spin, but it was more like an awkward
hop around the pole. "Not bad," I said encouragingly, "Try again." She
tried to spin again, almost falling over this time, losing her balance
on her spiky heel. "No, no," I said, "That won't do at all." I stood
up and walked over to her, placing my hands on her tight, supple rear
end once more. She winced at the contact, but was otherwise silent, as
I gently guided her around the pole.

"One more time?" I suggested, after I'd helped her around the pole.
She obligingly started spinning again, still a bit jerky, but much
improved from her first few times. "Good, there we go," I said
approvingly.

"Now," I instructed, "I want to see you rubbing yourself against the
pole." She looked at me quizzically, not comprehending. "The punters
love to see a hot girl grinding for them," I explained.

"Grinding how?" she asked.

"Let me show you," I said, a big smile on my face, despite myself. I
put my hands on her hips and started moving them in circles, so that
her slit started rubbing against the shiny pole. I noticed, much to my
approval, that with each circle, she was depositing something pale and
wet on my pole, obviously she was enjoying herself more than she was
letting on.

"Okay," she said, "I think I get it." I removed my hands from her hips
and took a step back to watch her as she moved her hips around in
little circles, her pussy rubbing sensuously against the metal of the
pole.

"Remember to main eye contact with me, and give me your sexiest pout,"
I said. My cock felt like it was about to explode out of my pants as
she looked me dead in the eye, and gave me a pout so hot that it could
melt bitumen. "Now, do another spin, and turn around, I want to see
that bottom of yours grinding against the pole," I instructed.

She wrapped one of her legs around the pole and spun around again,
ending up facing me with the pole behind her. She reached up with her
arms and grabbed the pole high above her head, and started rubbing her
tight, nubile little arse against the shiny metal.

"You're getting the hang of this," I said encouragingly, not having to
lie. "How do you feel?"

"I... I just want to get this done so that I can get my money and
go..." she said, the quivering, shy tone in her voice not matching in
the least degree the sexy contortions she was putting her body through
right before my very eyes.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and
stepped up behind her, pulling some of the tight fishnet on her hips
back just long enough to slip the money under it, before letting it
snap back into place.

"I think that's enough audition..." I said. She dropped her arms back
down, and then suddenly, as if she'd suddenly rediscovered shame,
moved to cover her breasts with them. I made a mental note that I'd
have to train that out of her, but I was willing to put up with it for
the time being. It was time to put the second part of my plans for
Michelle tonight into action. "How much do you need to pay off your
landlord?" I enquired innocently.

She blushed. "Four, five hundred," she said. "Once I've got that, I'm
going to stop working... I only need the money to get out of trouble."
Four, to five hundred! But then, looking at her, I decided it was
worth the money.

"I may be able to help you there," I said. "Remember how this morning,
I said that we might be able to help you make some extra money beyond
what stripping will get you?"

She looked at me apprehensively. "Yes..." she trailed off.

"Well, I might be able to help you out with getting out of trouble.
Are you interested?"

"What would I have to do?"

"Well, I'll give you four hundred dollars if you suck my cock, right
here and now."

She recoiled in shock. "What did you say?"

"I said, I'll give you four hundred if you give me a blowjob. Take it
or leave it."

It was obvious from the look on her face that she wanted to leave it,
but she still hesitated. I could see that the lure of money was being
to crack her innocent exterior and corrupt her deep inside. "Won't
that get you out of debt?" I added, more gently.

She nodded slowly. "Yes it will..." she said softly and quietly.
"Alright," she then said a bit louder. "I'll do it... for four
hundred."

"Excellent," I beamed. Four hundred bucks for a blowjob was a lot of
money to pay, but in time, I figured I'd be able to get down to her
feeling lucky to only have to suck my cock before she started work. I
stood up, undoing my pants, finally releasing my cock which stuck out
towards her like a fencepost. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Have you ever seen a cock before?" I asked. I was guessing that she hadn't.

"No," she said softly. "I've never... done this before either."

"That's alright," I said. "I'll teach you how to suck cock like a
blowjob queen. Come over here, and kneel down in front of me."
Obligingly, she did so, kneeling down so that her pretty face was
level with my rapidly hardening prick.

"We'll start slowly," I instructed her. "Wrap your palm around the
shaft at the base, and hold on." She gingerly reached up with her
right hand and wrapped it around my cock, holding it firmly. I smiled,
and adjusted her grip, and then started gently rubbing her hand up and
down. "I want you to keep rubbing me like this, the whole time," I
said.

She looked up at me and nodded, her eyes red and puffy, obviously
holding back tears. Some girls are stoic and brave the first time that
they get paid for the use of their bodies, but girls like Michelle
made no attempt to hold back their fear and shame. I decided that I
liked that better.

"Now," I said, once she'd gotten the hang of wanking my cock. I want
you to kiss the head of my cock, right on the tip." She cautiously
leaned forward, a tear rolling down her face, and gave the tip of my
swollen purple cock head a little peck. "That's good," I encouraged
her, a brief moan escaping my lips. "Now, keep kissing it, without
taking your lips off it."

She leaned forward again and resumed kissing, her clumsy sucking on
the tip of my cock bringing forward soft moans from my mouth. I ran my
fingers through her wavy red hair with one of my hands, eventually
gently gripping the back of her head with it, holding her steady in
front of me.

"Alright," I instructed when it started to get too much for me. "I
want you to take the head of it into your mouth, and keep sucking
gently on it." I gently pulled her head forward onto my cock as she
gingerly opened her mouth, and I moaned softly as I felt her warm, wet
mouth close around it. "Good girl," I said, "Wrap your lips around it
nice and tightly and suck."

She looked up at me as her lips wrapped themselves around my iron-hard
cock, her eyes all red and puffy, and a couple of tears rolling down
her face. Mentally, I made a note that next time we did this, I'd make
her wear eye makeup, because if there was anything hotter than a teary
girl giving you a blowjob, it was a teary girl giving you a blowjob
and smearing her makeup all over her face.

I was starting to get close to blowing my load, and I decided that
rather than dragging things out, I'd finish up with her and let her go
home. The blowjob she'd given me was still a bit clumsy and
amateurish, which was all a part of the charm, but with the amount of
practice I was planning on giving her, I was sure that I'd be able to
turn her into a little blowjob queen.

"Ok," I said to her, "I'm about to finish up, I don't want you to get
up until I tell you to, or spit anything up, do you understand?"

She looked up at me, and nodded, my cock still lodged in her soft, warm mouth.

I started gently rocking my hips, rubbing the head of my cock slightly
against her tongue, and before long I was ready to cum. I let out a
long, low moan as I began to pump my sticky white cum directly into
her mouth. She immediately started to gag, and tried instinctively to
pull her head back off my squirting cock, but I held her head firm
until I'd completely finished squirting my sperm into her.

Once I was done, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, making sure to
leave a sticky little trail down her chin as I went. She looked as if
she was about to gag or puke, but I wanted to see her swallow down her
first load of cum. "Michelle," I said sternly, if any of that leaves
your mouth, you're not going to get a cent, do you understand?

She dutifully nodded, and I continued, "I want you to swallow it all
down, and then open your mouth so that I can make sure that it's all
gone." She screwed her face up and closed her eyes, obviously not
happy about the reality of her situation, but after a couple of little
gagging sounds, she finally managed to choke it all down. Remaining in
front of me on her knees, she opened up her mouth.

I put my fingers inside her mouth, roughly groping around inside her
soft wet mouth to make sure that she wasn't trying to trick me and
hide my seed under her tongue or anything. Fortunately, she was an
honest as she was beautiful; there wasn't a trace of cum anywhere that
I could feel in her mouth. I stepped back and gestured for her to
stand up, as I went to my desk and opened the cash drawer to pull out
the money.

She looked disgusted with herself as she took the money, but she still
took it. "Are you finished?" she asked, "Can I go home?"

"Sure," I said, grinning like a dead fox, handing her the money. "I
assume you'll be here on time for work, tomorrow night?"

She nodded. "Do I have to wear heels like these?" she asked, as she
kicked off her exaggerated high heels.

I made a show of thinking about it. "Of course, if that makes you feel
more comfortable," I said. I had no intention of letting her out there
in anything but slutheels, and in fact now that she'd mentioned it, I
was going to have to find some more extreme footwear for her to wear.
But there was no need to tell her that yet, and if I'd read her
correctly, as soon as I actually had her in my office, the promise of
more money would be too much for her to refuse anything.

She relaxed a little bit, and I noticed that she was no longer making
as much of an effort to cover herself with her arms. "Alright," she
said, "I'll... I guess that I'll see you tomorrow."

I sat back down in my office chair and looked at her. "I'm looking
forward to it, don't be late." I grinned, and then added, "And don't
forget to get changed before you go."

She blushed heavily as she slid out of my office, her fishnet covered
butt scooting out of my door for the relative safety of the change
room. It was days like this, that I really enjoyed what I did.

***Chapter Three***

With a grunt and a moan, I pulled my cock out of the stripper's cunt
and blew my load all over the slutstamp tattoo on her back. Like the
well-trained girl that she was, she immediately got up onto her knees
and began licking her girl juice off my cock and balls, without
needing any instruction to do so.

The only problem, as far as I could see, was that the obedient little
slut in front of me wasn't that stunning new girl Michelle that I'd
met for the first time the previous day. This girl, Courtney,
certainly did have her charms, foremost amongst them the fact that she
had absolutely no shame whatsoever, and was cynical enough not to
resent what she had to do to get ahead in my club. Not that Michelle
wouldn't eventually learn what she had to do, not to mention come to
accept that she'd have to perform acts that just two days ago she
would never have considered, in order to remain cashed up. The thought
made me smile.

"I did a good job then?" said Courtney as she looked up at me, her
warm wet tongue rubbing over my deflating cock as she eagerly cleaned
her slime off my shaven ball sack. Sometimes, I considered letting my
pubes grow out again to add to the revulsion and humiliation factor
for my less experienced girls, but when a little cock sucking queen
like Courtney went to town on my shaven cock, such thoughts were
banished from my head.

"No, no" I said as I idly ran my hand through her short, dark hair, "I
was thinking about that new girl that came in for an audition
yesterday. Did you see her?"

"Hah!" said Courtney, a look of mock disappointment crossing her face,
"The prissy little redhead bitch? Yeah, I saw her alright. Trust you
to be thinking about some other bitch while you're fucking me from
behind!"

I looked down at Courtney and grinned. "Why would I think like that?
You're right, she is a prissy bitch at the moment, she's not as
depraved and slutty as you are."

"I know you like breaking them in. I seem to remember you taking a lot
of pleasure doing it to me."

"That was different, Courtney dear. I didn't need to break you in, you
were already broken in the first time you walked through that door."

She smiled and licked her lips, giving my now flaccid cock a last
little kiss before she stood up. "Maybe, maybe I was." She turned
around, her naked form on full display as she went over to my desk to
get some tissues.

"No," I instructed her, "I want you to get down onto the floor now, no
cleanup. You know the punters like seeing one of the girls fresh after
a session."

She grinned at me and left my office, the thick ropey strings of my
cum clearly visible as they ran down her back and into her butt crack.

I got back to my paperwork, which as far as I could see, was the only
drawback of owning and managing a strip club, especially one with as
many side operations as mine had. Still, the thought of what I was
going to do with Michelle when she got to the club wasn't far from my
mind. I was going to have to let her go out on the stage tonight;
while I was definitely enjoying corrupting her, I couldn't afford to
keep paying her exorbitant amounts of money to show me that nubile
little body of hers unless she brought some business through the front
doors.

I was confident that she'd bring in a lot of business.

Half an hour later, I was distracted by my paperwork by a soft
knocking at my door. Looking up, I saw that it was Michelle, looking
as apprehensive and anxious as ever.

"Hi, doll," I said.

She walked in quietly, almost tiptoeing. Maybe she thought that the
sounds of her footsteps would attract a legion of horny perverts.
Hell, if they could see her, they probably would be attracted. She was
still wearing the same outfit that she always came in, opaque black
stockings, chunky black leather Mary Janes, a blue tartan skirt, and a
long-sleeved black top that was just tight enough to show off her
tits. The outfit reminded me of some of the girls that I used to chase
while I was still young and wasting my time with musician chicks.

"Hi, Richard," she said quietly.

Rather than prompt her, I just leered at her, blatantly undressing her
with my eyes, waiting for her to pipe up again.

"I ... you said that you'd have some work with me ... if I came here
... again ..."

I continued to leer at her for a moment, just enough to get her
uncomfortable. After all, I had already invested a few hundred dollars
into corrupting the girl, so I figured that I was entitled to have a
bit of cheap fun.

"That's right," I said, "I think it's about time that we put you onto
the floor, you've got to start bringing in some money."

"The ... floor?"

"Well, yes. As you might have noticed, this is a strip joint, and
there's not much money to be made from paying some slut to get down on
her knees." Her face recoiled as I used the word 'slut', she seemed to
find it more objectionable than all of the other humiliations that I
had piled upon her. "Now, are you interested in making some money, or
are you just going to waste my time?"

She looked down at her feet for a second, before nodding her head.
"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to waste you time," she mumbled quietly.

"Good," I said firmly, before taking on a more gentle tone, "Now, why
don't we go and get you changed into something that the punters will
like?" I gestured for her to start walking back down the hallway, and
she paused outside the room where she'd gotten changed the last couple
of times.

I shook my head. "No," I said, "Not in there, tonight you're getting
changed with the other girls. We can't have them thinking that you're
better than them,"

Michelle looked very unhappy at that, but didn't say anything. At
least undressing in front of a half dozen strippers would be less
embarrassing than pole dancing in front of dozens of boozed-up
perverts. An idea which prompted a new line of thinking.

"Michelle," I asked, "How many women have you been with?"

Her face screwed up in an expression of distaste and horror. "Women?"

"I guess that's a 'no' then?"

"Yes, I mean, no, I ... I've never been with a woman, no,"

I nodded and smiled softly.

"You're not going to make me do anything like that, are you?" she
asked, timidly.

I laughed, as we arrived at the door to the general changing room.

"Michelle, I am never going to make you do anything against your will.
Everything that you do in this place you will do because you have
chosen to do it. Give it long enough, and you'll stop doing it for the
money, and start doing it because you love it, and you can't get
enough."

The look of doubt on her face seemed to indicate that she very much
doubted that she'd ever be into taking her clothes off for strangers
just for the love of it.

I pushed the door to the change room opened, and went inside with
Michelle. The five or so girls inside all stopped talking and turned
to look at us as we entered, eager to get a closer look at the boss's
freshest new piece of meat. One of the girls was Courtney, just back
from a session out on the stage, and I could see the mess I'd made on
her back still there, starting to whiten and crust up.

"Okay everyone," I said, addressing the room, "This is Michelle; she's
doing her first show tonight. I want you all to take care of her, and
I hope that you all help her out if she needs it."

As I gave my little speech, I could see a few of the girls grinning
and leering, doubtlessly they were already planning a little welcome
of their own for her. I pulled her over into a corner, and eventually
the girls stopped looking and returned to their chatting and dressing,
except for Courtney who kept looking our way and smiling evilly.
Ignoring her for the moment, I got to looking for something that
Michelle could wear.

"Now," I started, "I know you were a bit embarrassed when you had to
go completely without anything underneath your shorts, so would you
like to wear some underwear?" Michelle nodded briskly, obviously
warming to the idea of having something on underneath whatever I
picked out for her, even if she was going to have to pull it off
sooner rather than later anyway.

I pulled out a tiny little G-string and handed it to her. Michelle
looked at the offered underwear with disdain and disgust.

"Fine," I said, sensing her mood, "Either wear it, or don't. It
doesn't matter to me, it's not my body that's going to be on display
out there."

She looked gloomily at the tiny black loop of fabric for a second
before scooping it out of my hand, and slipped it onto her legs.

The G-string was even smaller than I had originally thought it was,
and as she pulled it up over her hips, the band at the front slipped
tight into her beautiful shaven slit. She looked down disapprovingly
at the camel toe that formed around the shiny black material, but
thought better of saying anything.

Next, I handed her a short, black vinyl skirt. Short is a bit of a
misnomer here, it was so short that she didn't even have to bend over
to reveal the bottom of her arse-cheeks. She slid it up over her hips,
the vinyl flaring out pleasingly over her long, smooth thighs.

I briefly considered sending her out in just what she was wearing, but
decided against it. If my experience with dealing with new girls
taught me anything, it was that she'd rush through her set as fast as
she could, and with only the skirt and the G-string, she'd be down to
nothing after just one song. Whether she liked it or not, she was
going to have to do three songs, and spending two whole songs on the
stage naked probably wouldn't be too good for the girl's nerves.

Looking through the collection, I eventually picked out a very flimsy
black latex top. It was in reality nothing more than a thin strip that
would wrap around her torso, with another strap that was designed to
twist up into an X over her chest, covering her ample breasts behind a
thin band of shiny black material. She sulkily took it off of me when
offered, and tried to pull it on over her head.

After thirty seconds of fiddling with the top strap, it was obvious
that she wasn't getting the hang of it.

"Here, let me," I offered, moving around behind her and taking hold of
the top strap.

She flinched a little bit, but let me pull the strap up and over her
head, twisting it around into an X to keep it tight before I brought
the loop back down over her head. She shifted around a bit
uncomfortably as the tight latex rubbed against her skin. Normally,
the girls rub lube or powder on their skin before wearing the tight
latex outfits, but I hadn't bothered to tell Michelle that. In a few
minutes, that was going to itch so much that taking it off in front of
a room full of boozed up perverts was going to feel like sweet relief.
I smiled.

Next for some footwear. I was a firm believer in all of my girls
wearing stripper heels, and Michelle was to be no exception. As I
fetched a pair of rather unassuming transparent four inch heels from
the shelf, I allowed myself to feel a flash of anticipation for seeing
the inexperienced girl totter around on heels that were much higher
than what she was used to.

"Now," I said, adopting my most non-threatening tone, "There will be
three songs played. By the end of the third song, you must be
completely naked, understand? And unless you are having heart failure,
you're not to come off before that, ok?"

She nodded her assent to me. If I'd had more time, I would have had
one of the other girls apply some makeup to her, but I didn't quite
trust them yet. The typical state of affairs at the club was for the
girls to eat a new girl alive before integrating her into their
pecking order. I wanted Michelle as fresh as possible for this show.

"Just remember the practice we had yesterday," I said supportively as
I took her to the edge of the stage, "I'll go on and introduce you,
come on when I say your name, alright?"

She nodded again as I walked out onto the stage. The dazzling glare of
the spotlight from the second story swept over me, as the crowd
quietened down. I took a good look at them before I started; the club
was about two thirds full, which wasn't a bad pull at this time of the
night. They were in for a treat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" I bellowed, "Welcome to my club. We have a
rare treat for you tonight, a fresh girl just in for you!"

The crowd clapped and cheered enthusiastically.

"Her name is Michelle, and she's just itching to show you all what she's got!"

More applause.

"Come on," I gestured towards her, and she slowly walked onto the
stage, blushing so hard that her face was nearly beetroot red.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, and several lewd suggestions were
shouted towards the stage.

"Now now," I said into the microphone, smiling amicably, "None of that
gentlemen. At least, not for another two weeks!"

A further roar of laughter went up from the audience. I turned to her,
and gave her a quick pat on the arse.

"Now, Michelle, show 'em what you've got!"

The mood lighting in the nightclub dimmed, and the DJ started playing
some of the big-beat dance music shit that the punters were so fond
of. I scurried back offstage in order to watch, because after all,
nobody wants to see a club host, no matter how amiable, while they
watch a girl take her clothes off.

She started slowly, shaking her hips clumsily to the beat as she
walked down to the centre of the stage to the pole. Thirty seconds
later, when she finally made it, she grabbed it and did a twirl,
exposing her G-string to the audience as her skirt flared up. There
was some light applause at that, but most of the punters were keeping
their applause for later.

As the first song was beginning to reach its climax, she finally
stopped messing around with the twirls and shaking, and tried to lift
the X-strap up off of her tits. They were pulled tight, her tits were
pushing hard against them as it was trying to burst out. After a few
inelegant tugs, she finally managed to get the strap over her head,
leaving it to fall down and expose her breasts to every man in the
room.

I looked away from her and to the audience for a moment, and as I had
hoped, they were rapt. The newly topless Michelle was busy divesting
herself of the latex top, and was heading back to the pole. Almost as
if in slow motion, she put her foot in that heel down wrong, and fell
over onto the filthy floor of the stage.

Instinctively, I moved out onto the stage to pick her up, but she
quickly sat up again, flashing her G-string to everyone in front of
her, and pulled herself up using the pole. The crowd was quite
obviously enjoying it, they knew that they were watching very fresh
meat, and more innocent and uncorrupted meat than they were used to.

As the second song began, she started playing with her skirt, moving
her hands to the waistband again and again before bringing them back
up to hold onto the pole with. I was too far away to tell if she
didn't want to take it off, or if she was just being coy, but it
seemed to rile up the crowd. As the second song drew to a close, she
finally dropped the skirt down over her butt, letting it slip to the
floor so that she was standing there in only her G-string and heels.

The third song began much as the second did, with Michelle twirling
around on the pole and occasionally making moves to remove the
G-string before backing out at the last minute. Finally, she stepped
away from the pole, turned her back to the audience, bent over, and
pulled the tiny strip of fabric off over her perfect, smooth butt.
Slowly, and without any pretence of dancing, she pulled it down her
long, perfect legs, until it was on the floor.

From my vantage point, it was clear that her face was red with
embarrassment and humiliation.

Now completely nude, except for her high heels, she walked slowly back
to the pole and twirled around it a couple of times, lifting one of
her knees to give the punters a nice quick glimpse of her shaved slit.
It was obvious that she was trying to hide her shame and protect her
dignity, which was alright with me for now. It would only get the
punters wanting to see more, and they would get that opportunity soon
enough.

The third song finished, and Michelle stood there, stunned for a
minute, before giving an awkward bow and hurrying off the stage as
fast as she could, almost tripping over again in her haste. The crowd
clapped and applauded, obviously happy with what they had seen.

Obviously considering being naked in front of me to be more desirable
than being naked in front of the club, she kicked the heels off as
fast as she could.

"Oh, god," she stammered, "Falling over, oh god, that was so humiliating."

"Don't worry," I smiled back at her, "Listen to the crowd, they
obviously enjoyed themselves!"

She turned around and blushed a little, before turning back to me,
suddenly realising that she was naked, and covering herself up with
her arms. That didn't worry me much, I'd already seen everything I
needed to. I pulled out my wallet, peeled a few bills out of the wad
of cash that I had in there, and handed them to her. She gingerly took
the money, then looked around, wondering what to do next.

"Go upstairs and get dressed," I suggested, "Otherwise you'll catch a
chill. Same time tomorrow night?"

She nodded slowly, before heading upstairs in the nude.

***Chapter Four***

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."

***Chapter Five***

You might have gotten the idea from what I've written so far that
running a strip joint is all glamour and fun, all just fucking
strippers and corrupting girls so that they do things that ordinary
girls wouldn't. Don't get me wrong, that's a big part of it, and it's
why I stay in the business, but there are also less wholesome and less
enjoyable aspects that have to be dealt with if you want to stay ahead
of the game.

One of those elements, of course, is dealing with the local criminal
element. Keeping them off your back, especially when you sail so close
to the boundaries of the law yourself, requires a fair bit of skill
and subtlety. The stakes are also higher, if you fuck up with one of
the girls you end up getting slapped or maybe having to replace her,
if you fuck up with organised crime, then you end up with a knife
between your ribs.

With that said, "Lucky" Vinnie Hunt perhaps wasn't as bad as some of
the other mobsters that I'd had the pleasure of getting acquainted
with. Sure, he was capable of some pretty extreme violence when
somebody pissed him off, and he still took a fair bit of my profits
away for 'protection', but actually keeping him happy was usually just
a matter of letting him into the VIP room for free and letting him
play with one of the girls now and then. He also didn't mind the
occasional glass of fine whiskey, which gave us something in common.

"So, Richard," he said to me one day, leaning towards me and lowering
his voice, as if he was worried someone would hear him, or even worse,
actually be brave enough to do something about whatever it was that he
was about to say, "That new girl you've got is quite a little piece."

"New girl?" I asked, suspecting already who he was talking about.

"The redhead. Michelle. Ho-lee shit, I don't know where you get them
from, but she has that innocent look down perr-fect."

"Vinnie," I said, "That isn't an act. She really is like that."

Vinnie laughed. "No shit? Where the hell did you get her?"

"She just walked in through my door one morning. Had money problems.
She was initially just looking to work bar or something I think, but I
managed to convince her that the real money was in dancing, as you
saw."

Vinnie laughed. "Yeah, I saw alright! Holy shit, wobbling around on
those stripper heels like she didn't know how to walk in platforms,
twirling herself around on that pole of yours and going red on the
face as she flashed her tits and arse at the crowd. Fuck, I thought
she was just a real good actor! I have to hand it to you Richard,
you've got a hell of a touch with the ladies."

I nodded at the compliment as Vinnie took another mouthful of the
(free) expensive whiskey that he'd liberated from my personal
collection.

"So..." he began, "Do you think there's any chance that..."

I instinctively cut him off. "I don't know Vinnie, I mean, she's still
delicate. She's not like you or I, she won't just jump into bed with
you because she can."

"Oh," said Vinnie. "That's a real shame. You said she had money
worries? I could go a long way towards fixing them for her. Think
that'll get her a bit more willing?"

I considered his offer. Offering her money was basically how I'd
managed to get her stripping, sucking my cock, and even guzzling my
cum out of a used condom on one occasion. Still, fucking a mob boss
was probably something that she wouldn't want to do just yet. I mean,
Vinnie was well known from tabloid TV coverage, so she'd be sure to
recognise him, and I doubt she'd appreciate being asked on the spot to
fuck a violent mobster.

"Yeah, maybe," I responded finally. "Look, you know I don't make the
girls do anything they don't wanna do. Let me talk it over with her.
I'm sure that if you're patient, I can talk her around."

Vinnie smiled as he swallowed the last of his whiskey. "Good stuff
Richard. Knew that I could count on you to do the right thing by me.
Fuck, if she's good, I might even be possessed to give you a discount
on our other business arrangement."

"Thanks Vinnie. Like I said, I'll see what I can do."

Vinnie smiled again, a crooked, dangerous looking smile. "Now, if I
can't have Michelle, can I at least have Courtney? Didn't want to come
all the way over to this side of town without at least emptying my
balls into something."

I smiled, mainly from relief that I'd managed to control the situation
so well. Michelle might have been a shy flower, but Courtney was a
rampaging slut who would be happy to open her legs for Vinnie. "Yeah,
of course," I said, pressing the button on the intercom to let one of
the bouncers know that they should find Courtney and bring her up to
my office. "I know you're a man of discriminating taste."

At that, Courtney bounded into the room, dressed only in seven inch
transparent platform heels and a tiny little black thong. Upon seeing
Vinnie, she flashed him a big smile and giggled. I have to confess
that I'm unsure myself whether Courtney really was a dizzy slut or
whether the whole thing was just an act of hers to maximise her
earning potential, but either way she was convincing enough not just
for me, but also for the punters.

"Hi Mr Hunt," she beamed at the crime lord. Calling him by his first
name was a rare privilege that I had.

Vinnie stood up, moving surprisingly quickly across the room for a man
of his girth, and pressed himself up against the near-naked stripper.
"Hi honey," he said as his hand went to her tits, roughly groping and
squeezing the siliconed-up globes. Courtney, for her part, just kept
giggling and started pressing her body up against Vinnie, reaching
around and grabbing his arse as he walked her out of the office.

Now, all I had to do was figure out how I was going to get Michelle to
do the same for him.

Later that night, Michelle came into my office again, dressed in
nothing but a thong, a garter belt, and a little latex top that she'd
scrounged up from somewhere. She'd been dancing for a couple of weeks
now, but ever since I'd fucked her I'd gone a little bit easier on
her. After all, while she was hot and going to make me a lot of money,
I couldn't let her think she was better than the other girls.
Strippers can be so catty, and dealing with arguments between them
took up a lot of time and was a lot less fun than it sounded. Not that
I was worried Michelle would get bitchy, mind you, but the other
girls, particularly Courtney, would eat her alive given the chance.

She pulled the small-denomination bills that were stuck in her thong
and garter out and put them down on my desk, obviously expecting me to
change them for her into something easier to carry. I had been a
little worried initially that the punters would begin to get bored of
her, but by the looks of the money she'd earned in just that one
dance, that wasn't a problem.

"You want that changed?" I asked.

She nodded.

Up until now, I'd been given Michelle a free ride, paying her for
auditions, and letting her keep all of the money that she earned down
on the stage. This was not the normal arrangement for the girls in my
club, and I had decided after my talk with Vinnie that it was time to
stop giving Michelle this preferential treatment. Counting up the
crumpled bills, I then made a show of getting my calculator,
subtracting forty percent, and counting out the remainder for
Michelle.

"Hey," she protested. "What... what are you doing?"

"Well," I started. "It's about time you started going onto the same
rates as all of the other girls. This club isn't free to run, you
know. Not to mention costume hire, contraceptives, moneychanging fees,
change room levies, and all of the other expenses that you've racked
up while you've been working here."

Michelle looked distraught. "But, but I thought you said I was
bringing the customers in like never before."

"You are!" I said. "The problem is, it's very expensive running a
strip joint, and as you may have noticed, I'm not running a charity
here. Not to mention that the other girls are starting to get jealous.
Trust me Michelle, you don't want them getting too jealous of you."

Michelle looked down at the ground. "So, you're just going to take
forty percent from now on?"

"Well, yes, unless you can give me a reason to believe you've earned
that extra money."

It was clear from the expression on her face that she knew what I was
talking about. "So, if I want that I'm going to have to... you
know..."

Amazing, she'd worked for a couple of weeks in a strip joint, showing
off her tits and arse to perfect strangers, and she still couldn't
bring herself to say 'fuck.'

"Fuck?" I asked. "Well, that's one way I suppose, if you want to go
down that road."

She looked up at me. "There's another way?"

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a photo of Vinnie that I'd
downloaded from the Internet. It was the same one that had been
published on the front pages of the local newspapers when he had been
suspected of the brutal killing of some of his mob enemies. I handed
it to her. "Do you know who this is?"

She took the photograph and looked at it. "That's Vinnie Hunt isn't
it? Why are you showing me a picture of..." She trailed off.

"Vinnie's quite a frequent client here Michelle, and he's taken an
interest in you."

"An interest?"

"That's right. Now, I told him that you weren't available for what he
wanted, but if you really want to earn a bigger cut of the money,
perhaps you should consider his offer?"

"Well... what... I mean, what does he normally like to do?"

"You'd have to ask Courtney about that!" I teased.

Michelle went red in the face. "I suppose his tastes are not too
exotic," I continued, taking on a more serious tone. "He's not into
pain or violence or anything like that, although he'll probably want
to ride bareback. I hear he prefers for the woman to go on top
though."

She didn't look convinced. "But didn't he... you know... those
informants down at the loading yards?"

I nodded. "Yeah, probably. But Vinnie is never one to mix business
with pleasure. Just don't piss him off, and he'll be fine."

She still didn't look convinced. "Are you sure?"

"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll rig a camera and a panic button up
in the VIP room, so that if it gets too much we can get you out of
there."

She looked doubtfully at me. "Would he be okay with that?"

"He probably wouldn't be happy about it, but I believe that he'd
accept it if it meant that he got to spend some quality time with
you."

She looked torn. "Well... bareback?"

"Yes," I said. "As in, without a condom."

"I've never done that before."

"I thought that might be the case." I grinned. "I'll give you the
other forty percent now if you want to have a practice session."

She looked up at me. "Well, okay. I'll do it, but what will I get if
I... you know, with him? I'm not going to give it to him for free."

"I'll give you twenty percent of whatever he gives me."

"Only twenty percent?"

"Keep in mind that twenty percent will probably be a fair bit.
Probably more than you're going to make here tonight. He might be a
vicious, violent mobster, but he appreciates the value of a good
lady."

"Still... twenty percent?"

"I'll tell you what, if you start saying the word 'fuck' for me, I'll
even let you keep any tip that he gives you in full."

"Fuck?"

"No, not like that. I want you to use it a lot more saliciously. Men
like women who can talk dirty. Tell me what he's going to do to you."

"He's going to... umm... fuck... me?"

"Not bad. And what are we going to do right now?"

"We're going to fuck... bareback?"

"Very good," I said, undoing my pants and pulling my cock out. "Take
that thong and that top off, I want to see you while I do this."

Obligingly, she pulled off the latex top, letting her beautiful
breasts spill out, and then took off the slutty looking thong as well,
wiggling her cute little bottom as she did it. A week ago if asked to
stand naked in front of me, she'd have been blushing hard and trying
to cover herself with her hands, but now she was just standing naked
in front of me, her arms at her sides, clothed in nothing but a faint
aura of shame and humiliation.

I quickly pulled my trousers off and lay down on my back on the couch,
my cock sticking up in the air. I beckoned her over, and got her to
straddle my legs, her smooth thighs rubbing up against my legs and my
cock rubbing gently against her deliciously soft slit.

"Alright," I said to her. "We're going to do this the way that Vinnie
will want you to do it, okay? When you're on top you have more control
over the situation, but you still have to give him what he wants and
tell him what he wants to hear. And the first thing you should do is
complement him on the size of his cock."

She looked at me doubtfully. "Won't he see through that?"

"Probably," I conceded. "But it's important to keep telling him
throughout the whole encounter just how thick and hard his cock is.
And it's important to not sound like a nurse while you're doing it.
Grab my cock and try it."

She reached down and closed her soft palm around my cock, and started
gently jerking it up and down. "Oh, your penis... is so big..." she
purred unconvincingly.

"I said not to talk like a fucking nurse," I said to her, a touch of
exasperation creeping into my voice. "Only doctors and the religiously
devout call it a fucking 'penis'. What's another word for it?"

"Well... umm... cock?" she suggested.

"That's better," I said. I had to admit, she was damn good at giving a
handjob, and if I didn't have to educate her, I could let her do what
she was doing to me all day.

"Your cock... is so big," she purred, a little more convincingly this
time. "I... I don't know if it's going to fit all inside me!"

"Very good," I said, a little surprised that she'd managed to ad-lib
so well on her second try. "Maybe you should lube it all up?" I
suggested, passing her a bottle of lube that had been sitting behind
the couch on a small table. I still wasn't quite sure that she'd get
as wet as she had the first time, and I didn't want to run the risk of
actually hurting or damaging her tight little cunt.

Michelle took the bottle, and squeezing a dollop of the transparent,
slippery gel into her palm, began rubbing it rhythmically into my
cockmeat. A moan of pleasure managed to escape my mouth as I looked up
at her, her fist gently pumping up and down over my cock, and her tits
jiggling slightly as her body shook from the movement.

"Good girl," I murmured, once the lube was all applied my cock was
shiny and slippery. I reached down and took hold of my cock at its
base, holding it directly up in the air. "Now, I want you to slide
forward, lifting your butt up, and gently lower yourself down onto it,
okay? Do you think you can do that?"

Grimacing a little, she slid her hips forward, her soft white pussy
lips enveloping my cock as she moved. I could feel a little wetness
coming from her, but I was glad I'd lubed her up, because it would be
less painful for her that way.

As I was wondering where that sudden uncharacteristic burst of concern
had come from, she gently began to lower herself down onto me, my
lubed up cockhead easily sliding into her warm little hole. It was
just as tight as I had remembered, and the position that she was in
meant that there was now extra pressure working on my cock as she
slowly slid down it.

"Good, good," I encouraged her. "Further down now, all the way. Put it
all the way in."

She grimaced a bit more as she slid herself further down my slippery
cockpole. The feeling of my bare skin against her velvety cunt was
simply exquisite, and I found it difficult to stop moaning softly.
"Come on, further." I encouraged her.

"I... I don't know if...", she stammered, her breathing becoming
ragged and loud again, just like the first time that I'd fucked her.
It was all too much for me, and I reached down, grabbed her by the
waist, and thrusted up into her. Hard.

"Fuck!" she cried out loudly as my cock shot up into her and my hips
crashed up against hers. She squirmed slightly on me, but made no
effort to get off me or to pull herself back off me.

"See," I asked, realising only now that my own breathing was getting
pretty heavy as well. "That wasn't so hard, was it now?"

She shook her head, calming herself a little bit as she got used to
the sensation of my bare cock deep in her cunt. "Now," I instructed
her. "I want you to gently rock yourself up and down on my cock,
making sure that there's lots of friction from your cunt rubbing
against my cock. Can you do that?"

She nodded, and began rolling her hips in little circles, her soft
puffy cunt lips grinding against me as she moved up and down. "Mm,
that's good," I said approvingly. "See, do you think you can do this
for Vinnie?"

Michelle nodded slightly as she continued to roll her hips. Her
nipples were getting visibly harder, and her face was starting to
become flushed and red as she slowly and gently fucked me. "Moan," I
ordered her. "Moan, or talk to me."

As if she'd been waiting for permission, she let out a high pitched
moan. "Oh, oh, I can feel it inside me," she whined. "It's so big!"

"Where?" I asked her. "Where can you feel it inside you?"

"Inside my... pussy?"

I pushed upwards into her again, eliciting another little yelp. "Good,
but try harder."

"In my... cunt?"

"That's better," I said. "Say it again. Where is it?"

"It's in my cunt."

"What's in your cunt?"

"Your cock... oh fuck, your cock is in my cunt!"

"Very good," I said appreciatively. "Just talk like this when you're
fucking Vinnie, and I'm sure he'll be very impressed."

She nodded, obviously starting to get into the moment, as the movement
of her hips quickened. "It feels... it feels so good..." she moaned as
she began enthusiastically fucking me. Whether she was still putting
on the act for me, or whether her cooing and moaning was for real I
couldn't tell, but the sensation of having her on top of me like that
was sumptuous.

I started thrusting my hips up in time with her, my cock rubbing up
and being squeezed by her tight little cunt hole as she rode me. It
didn't take long fucking her like that, watching her tits bouncing up
and down, and hearing her moaning and gasping with pleasure before I
felt myself approaching orgasm.

"Alright," I said. "I'm close!"

She looked down at me with a mixture of alarm and lust on her face.
"Are you going to..."

She wasn't able to finish, because I cut her off with a loud grunt of
satisfaction as I started shooting my seed into her tight, wet cunt.
As soon as she realised what was happening, she bit her lower lip and
let out a long, muffled moan, gripping my hips and pushing herself as
far down onto my cock as she could. Was she having an orgasm herself?
I couldn't tell for sure, but if she was faking it, she was damn
convincing.

We lay there for a moment, my cock still buried inside her, her chest
heaving as she caught her breath. Eventually, I sat up and helped her
off me, sitting her down on the couch with her legs still spread wide
open.

"So, do you think you'll be able to do that for Vinnie?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Good girl," I said. I looked down at her naked body, and saw a blob
of my fresh white cum oozing out of her freshly fucked cunthole. "You
might want to get yourself cleaned up before you get dressed again," I
suggested to her.

She looked down to see what I was looking at, and her face immediately
went red with shame. She stood up, perhaps intending to cover herself
that way, but it only made matters worse, as the sticky cum started
dripping free of her cunt and oozing down her leg. I must admit that
the sight of her standing there, looking distraught, her legs slightly
apart and my seed dripping down over her smooth thighs is one that I
remember fondly and wish that I had actual photographic evidence of.
Oh well, c'est la vie.

Eventually, feeling some sympathy for her, I tossed her a towel, which
she immediately used to wipe down her legs and cover up her red, puffy
slit. As she stood there cleaning herself up, I took the forty percent
of her money that I had kept before and slipped it into the lacy black
garter that was still wrapped around her thigh. She looked down at the
money and then back up at me and blushed, but said nothing before
leaving.

I stood and looked at the doorway for a moment that she'd just walked
out of, before returning to my desk and giving one of Vinnie's guys a
call. I had a feeling he was going to be pretty happy.

***Chapter Six***

A few nights later, I was pacing nervously in my office as I waited
for my guest to arrive. I'd pimped girls out before of course, but it
was especially important tonight that nothing was fucked up. The
client was a very powerful and very dangerous mobster, and the girl
that he wanted was Michelle, who was quickly making a name for herself
in the business, but who still had a veneer of respectability and
innocence about her.

This was, of course, why Vinnie wanted to fuck her.

I'd been over what the whole procedure would be with Michelle a few
times now. I'd rigged up a camera and panic button in one of the VIP
rooms towards the back of the club, and showed Michelle how she could
call for help if things got a bit too rough. To my surprise, Vinnie
had agreed to these conditions if it meant that he got to fuck
Michelle bareback, which had really been my biggest worry. It had also
been impressed upon Michelle that the financial rewards if she did
well here would be significant.

Still, it was hard not to be nervous. Moreso for her than for me, I suspected.

An hour or so before the appointed time, Michelle had arrived at the
club, done up in heavy black eyeliner and cherry red lipstick like
she'd been told to. Previously she hadn't gone heavy with the makeup,
but the extra black shading around her eyes made her look especially
hot, like she'd been doing this for years. I could feel myself getting
hard as I watched her undress in my office, but even I wasn't brave
enough to fuck her and give Vinnie sloppy seconds.

Vinnie had made some quite specific requests for Michelle's attire, so
I had done by best to oblige. Michelle was okay with the thigh-high
fishnet stockings, having worn them a couple of times before, but the
shiny black platform boots presented a little bit more of a challenge.
Try as I might, I couldn't convince Michelle to start wearing heels
when she wasn't working, even though it would have made getting around
the club a lot easier for her. Not that her unsteady, dizzy gait while
wearing the stripper heels I'd been making her wear wasn't
unattractive, but there would be definite advantages for her once
she'd gotten used to getting around in them.

Once she had the boots on and she'd gotten used to standing in them, I
gave her the final item, a short little black cocktail dress. Michelle
looked as it quizically for a moment before pulling it on over her
head, the expensive black fabric just covering her arse, but not much
more. I'd decided that underwear wouldn't be necessary for her, as
Vinnie was probably going to make her strip anyway, and it was
probably a good idea to have her in and out as soon as possible.

I had to admit, even though the cocktail dress wasn't really my thing,
she looked absolutely stunning. She even smiled sweetly for the camera
when I took a couple of non-nude shots of her in the outfit, after I
declared that she looked stunning. You could see the nervousness in
her eyes, but she was doing a fairly good job of hiding it.

I got a call from one of the bouncers to let me know that Vinnie had
arrived, and that he was waiting for Michelle in the room that had
been set up for them. "Now," I said. "You remember what we talked
about? Talk dirty, ride on top of him, and remember that the panic
button is just underneath the sideboard. If he starts getting violent
or you're in trouble, we'll be watching and the bouncer will be in
there to get you out. Okay?"

She nodded. I wasn't sure that I was brave enough to send security in
to drag a girl off Vinnie mid-coitus, but she didn't have to know
that. I took her gently by the arm and guided her to the room where he
was waiting, concealing my annoyance at how slow she was walking in
the eight inch heels. Now wasn't the time to make her nervous.

As we both entered the room, Vinnie, who had been sitting waiting on
the bed, stood up. "Ahh, Richard," he said. "She looks perfect, as I
knew she would be. I knew that I could count on you."

I nodded in response. "Thanks Vinnie. Michelle, say hello to Mr Hunt."

"Hello... Mr Hunt," she said, somewhat nervously. "I've... been
looking forward to meeting you."

Vinnie laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you have! I've been looking forward to
meeting you as well. Richard here seemed to think that you'd be a bit
skittish about spending some time alone with me."

Michelle looked at me, as if seeking support, but I just smiled back
at her. "I... um... well I haven't done this before..." she eventually
managed to stammer.

Vinnie seemed to find this amusing. "Well, I'm sure that a knockout
like you will get lots of experience soon enough," he laughed.

Sensing that I was overstaying my welcome, I backed off towards the
door. "Well, I guess I'll leave you two to it," I said. "Once you're
done Vinnie, just let security know, and they'll help you out with all
the usual stuff."

"Sure thing, Richard," said Vinnie as he turned his attention to
Michelle, running his hands over her tits through the thin black
material of her cocktail dress. I shot him a grin before leaving the
room, closing the door behind me.

I walked back up to my office, sat down behind my desk, and flicked on
the monitor that was monitoring what was going on in the room
downstairs. Vinnie was still fondling Michelle's tits with one hand,
but the other was stroking up and down her thighs and grabbing her
bare arse underneath the dress. The picture quality was quite good,
and there was a sound hookup as well, which I also took the time to
flick on.

Vinnie was murmuring various things into Michelle's ear that I
couldn't hear, but from the expression on her face, she didn't
particularly like what he was saying. Not that Vinnie appeared to give
a shit at all, as he pulled down the front of her dress enough for her
tits to spill out into his eagerly awaiting hand.

I had to admit, watching Michelle turning her first trick for a total
stranger like this was having an effect on me; it felt like my cock
was going to burst out of my pants at any moment. One of the perks of
owning and running your own strip joint though is that you never have
to jerk off. Turning my attention away from the monitor for a moment,
I picked up the phone and called the bar. "Yeah, send Courtney up here
for me now," I instructed the night manager, as I began sliding my
trousers off.

A couple of minutes later, Courtney bounded up the stairs and into my
office. She was clad only in a tiny black bikini set and a pair of
obscenely high stiletto heels. I couldn't actually remember ever
seeing her fully dressed inside the club, which was fine.

"You wanted me?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. Pushing back in my chair and letting her see that I
was pantless and that my cock was sticking up into the air. "Come and
sit over here."

Giggling, she obliged, coming and perching her soft slut arse onto my
lap. I'd lost count of the number of times that I'd had my dick inside
Courtney, but I never seemed to tire of it. In many ways, she was the
exact opposite of Michelle, and while there's always a lot of fun to
be had having to gently cajole a good girl into doing things that she
doesn't want to do, it's equally as fun sometimes to have access to a
slut who will do whatever you tell her to do, whenever you tell her to
do it.

My hands went to her body, rubbing up and down her smooth stripper
skin as I turned back to the monitor. "Oooh, what are we watching?"
Courtney asked excitedly.

"Michelle with Vinnie," I responded curtly, parting her legs and then
pulling her panties aside. She gasped slightly as my cock easily
slipped into her banged open slut hole, and I began slowly pumping it
in and out.

"I don't see what you see in her anyway," Courtney said as she began
rocking her hips instinctively back and forth onto my cock. "I mean,
what does the frigid bitch do for you that I won't do?"

"That's the fucking point, Courtney," I said, less after a
conversation than something tight and wet to park my cock in while I
watched Michelle fuck. Vinnie had kept pulling her dress down, and it
was now all bunched up around her waist as he fondled her tits and
fingered her now naked clit. He said something to her, and she began
fumbling with his belt, obviously trying to get his trousers off.

After what seemed like an age, she managed to undo his belt and
unbutton his pants, running her hands around to his behind and tugging
them downwards. Vinnie's cock sprung free, almost hitting Michelle on
her face as she squatted down to pull his trousers and underwear down
around his knees.

Once his pants were off, he said something else to her, and she closed
her eyes and leaned forward, taking his cock in her mouth. She started
sucking it and rubbing up and down along his shaft with her lips, just
as I'd taught her to, and I felt a flash of pride that I had managed
to teach her to suck cock so well.

"I mean, look," said Courtney, interrupting my train of thought.
"She's not even deepthroating him. I mean, I always do that for him!
Can't see why he'd want her and not me."

"Courtney, do you think I called you up here so that I could hear your
thoughts on Michelle's style at turning tricks?"

"Well, I'm just saying, that's all," Courtney protested, before
quietening down again. My cock was pumping harder into her now, and
she was grinding her hips up and down on me like a fucking pro. On the
screen, Vinnie had evidently gotten tired of Michelle slobbering over
his cock, and he was getting up on the bed that had been prepared.
Michelle lifted the crumpled black dress up over her head, and began
straddling him, throwing her head back as he penetrated her tight
little cunt.

She began riding him, making little moans of pleasure every time she
pushed herself down and impaled herself on Vinnie's cock. Vinnie
seemed to be content just to lie there, stroke her thighs, and let
Michelle do all of the work for him. Michelle, for her part, had her
eyes closed and was covered in a thin layer of shiny sweat as she
worked his cock as hard as she could with her cunt.

"Oh, you're so big," she eventually cooed, just as I'd taught her.
Courtney managed to snort out a laugh at that. "Oh, christ, where'd
she learn to do that? How fucking cheesy?"

Despite the fact that I was enjoying having my cock in her, I was
really beginning to tire of Courtney's attitude. Grabbing her by the
hips and lifting her up off my cock, I set her down onto the ground,
and thrust my cock at her face. She knew better than to ask questions,
and took my meat into her mouth and started expertly sucking it,
rubbing her lips and tongue hard up against it.

With her mouth full, she wouldn't be able to make any more unhelpful comments.

I turned my attention back, again, to the monitor, to see that now
Michelle was sitting on the side of the bed, while Vinnie stood in
front of her, his cock in her mouth again. He was a bit more lively
now, gently rocking his hips back and forward, lightly fucking her
mouth and her cherry red lips. Michelle had one of her hands guiding
his hips in and out of her mouth, while she used her other arm to hold
herself up on the bed.

Vinnie said something to her that I couldn't make out, but Michelle
looked up at him, her mouth full of cock, a look of disgust and fear
on her face. After a second, and without taking the meat out of her
mouth, she nodded up at him.

Vinnie slid his lipstick-stained cock out of Michelle's mouth, and
started frantically jerking it right in front of her face. Michelle
closed her eyes instinctively at the sight of a cock being jerked off
mere inches away from her face, her expression of apprehension clear
to see, even over the monitor.

His grunt of ecstacy and pleasure was also clear to hear over the
speakers as he orgasmed, spurting a sticky string of cum into her
hair. Michelle grimaced as the warm, sticky ooze hit her face, but
stayed still for the next lot, which shot in a big diagonal line
across her face from her left eye down to her mouth. The next spurt
just congealed in a sticky white globule on her cheek, before the rest
of his shots fell short, splattering against her breasts, stomach, and
down onto the bed.

Vinnie looked very pleased with himself, and Michelle looked
absolutely horrified. She sat there silently as he pulled his pants on
and left a small pile of bills on the dresser beside the bed, his seed
dripping and oozing down her face and her body. The look of
humiliation and shame on her face was enough to tip me over the edge,
so I grabbed Courtney's head and pulled her as far forward as I could,
my cock shooting cum deep into her tight wet little throat.

Courtney spluttered and choked as she swallowed down my cum and as I
watched Vinnie leave the room, leaving Michelle sitting distraught on
the side of the bed. Rolling backwards in my chair, I stood up and did
up my pants, satisfied now that I'd gotten off. "Get back to work," I
hissed at Courtney as I grabbed a towel and left the office and headed
back to the VIP room where Michelle was.

When I arrived, Vinnie was long gone, and Michelle had started looking
around for something to clean the semen off of her face and her body.
She jumped a little and turned around as I entered, but relaxed when
she saw that it was only me.

She was a site for sore eyes, at least if you like seeing freshly
fucked redhead strippers. The makeup around her eyes had run in
irregular black streaks down her face where the semen had been shot
into her eyes, and her lipstick was smeared and messy where she'd been
working Vinnie's cock with her lips. Her body was still covered in
gobs of rapidly drying white semen, and her stockings were ripped and
torn at the top where Vinnie had been pawing and grabbing at her legs.

I took a moment to enjoy the site, then tossed her the towel. "Why
don't you clean yourself up, have a shower, then come up to my
office." I said to her. She caught the towel, nodding, and began
wiping the sticky goo off her body and her face, her expression one of
quiet resignation more than anything else. Savouring for a moment the
sight of her humiliation, I lingered for a second before returning to
my office.

About twenty minutes later a freshly showered Michelle came back
through the door of my office, wearing the short black cocktail dress
again, but with the boots and her fishnets under her arm. The streaks
of black makeup that had been running down her cheeks were gone, but
her eyes were still smeared with messy black shadow.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked her.

"It was... awful," she whispered back. "He kept calling me a slut, and
a whore, and..." she trailled off.

"Well, you'll have to get used to that," I said. "Some of the punters
get off on that sort of shit. It's part of the job that you'll just
have to get used to."

"I don't know that I can get used to..." she began, before trailling
off again, as she watched me start counting money out onto the desk.
Even Michelle's cut of the money that I was not going to have to pay
Vinnie was a sizable amount of cash, which looked even more impressive
when counted out onto the table in banknotes. "How, how much is that?"

I told her. Her eyes seemed to bulge at the figure.

"That much?" she asked.

"I told you before, if you were willing to do some extra things, that
there would be a monetary incentive in it for you."

"Yes, but... that much?"

I nodded. Suddenly the shame and embarassment of taking a stranger's
cock in her cunt and his jizz on her face took a back seat to her
delight at the money that she had just made. She eagerly crossed my
office to count the money that she had just earned, as if she could
scarcely believe what she'd just gotten. I gazed at her, a satisfied
smile on my face, at just how easily at had been in the end to twist
her.

She looked up at me, the expression on my face obviously giving away
what I was thinking, and she quickly moderated her own expression to
something more neutral.

"You know, there's a lot more where that came from. The payoff
probably won't be as lucrative every time, but if you start doing it
regularly, the money will build up..." I said.

She looked at me, the doubt that I'd gotten used to still in her eyes,
but pushed down further than usual. "How regularly?"

I smiled. "I think that we could probably arrange something for you as
often as you're willing. Perhaps... between your first and second
dances every night?"

"Every night?"

"Every night."

"Well... I don't know", she said. "I'll have to think about it."

"You do that," I said. "And let me know. Remember, the sooner you
start earning some serious money, the sooner that debt of yours will
be paid off."

She looked down at the ground again, doubt flickering over her face.

"Well..." she began. "Alright. When do I start?"

I smiled. "How about tomorrow night? I'll make a few calls, I'm sure I
can find someone for you."

She nodded sadly.

"Look, at least you're making more than you would tending the bar, or
making café latte at some bistro, right?"

She nodded again, obviously unhappy, but resigned to her fate.

"Good girl," I said, patting her butt through her little black
cocktail dress as I showed her to the door. I was as pleased as punch,
because not only had I managed to keep Vinnie happy, I'd also gotten
myself a new, slightly reluctant, but still willing whore.

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