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Full Time Student, Part Time Stripper (MF, reluc)
by Doktor John (doktor_john5000@my-deja.com)
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I've been reading the stories for quite some time but this is my first
try at contributing to the newsgroups. Just started writing it, and I
have no idea how it's gonna end or for how long it will continue. I've
just always been fascinated by strippers and strip clubs, so why not
use it as my first subject. Hope it isn't too similar to anything else
already posted. As always, this is intended to be fiction and any
resemblance to fact is purely coincidental. If you are turned off by
stories of a sexual nature, then stop reading now.
Any suggestions or comments you may have are welcome. If this sucks,
tell me! Especially tips from any of you female authors out there,
would appreciate your insight. Doktor John
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Kristy Walsh drove to the seedy part of town, tired, frustrated, and
highly embarrassed about what she had considered doing. Her second
history exam of the semester sat on the seat next to her, with a big
red "D" at the top of the page. How could this have happened? She had
thought the first "D" was a fluke, but halfway through her first
semester in college she was looking at a possible GPA of under 2.0 and
on her way to being put on academic probation and losing her partial
scholarship.
Things weren't always like this for Kristy. In high school she had
always been an above-average student, graduating with a 3.3 GPA while
working full-time at the local mall and participating in high-school
sports. Her parents were proud, she had many friends, and in small
town Hazelbrook, Oregon, she was a true success story.
She also was the subject of more than a few classmates' fantasies. She
wasn't a supermodel, but at just under 5'3 and 110 lbs, she had a fit
body; not very skinny, but thin with curves in the right places. She
had always been self-conscious of her flat chest, but her body had
finally matured by the beginning of her senior year, and although she
wouldn't admit it, she was happy with her 34B's. Her shoulder length,
light brown hair was soft and it complimented her best asset, her
face. Kristy had the kind of face that could be described as innocent
yet amazingly sexy. When she smiled or laughed every guy in the room
noticed those nicely shaped eyes and perfect, always wet lips.
Now, Kristy was in the state of Washington, attending an average sized
state university, but much bigger than any school she had ever seen.
She had always wanted to go to school outside of the state, and after a
successful year at the local community college, she had received a
partial scholarship. Her parents dug into their savings and helped get
her settled, even providing her with a used 95 Honda, checkbook, and
credit card. They couldn't afford the entire cost of living out there,
but all of this was very exciting to Kristy, and she had thought of
nothing all summer except for how great college would be.
However, things did not go as planned for her. Her boyfriend of 1
year, Ray, had stopped calling after the first few weeks, and he never
visited as he promised. This made it hard for her to study, especially
because Kristy had given up her virginity to him in the summer and had
imagined spending her life with him. Once he had taken her cherry, he
seemed to lose interest and was too busy hitting on the community
college girls. Her first midterms had gone terribly, but she thought
with harder work, everything would work out. Unfortunately, now
halfway through the semester, she had to face the reality that she
could fail 3 of 5 classes. The lectures and grading had hit her harder
than she expected, and trying to balance her part-time job in the
library didn't help either. She had thought the job would give her
some relaxing study time, but her supervisor kept her constantly busy.
Her social life also was deteriorating. She hadn't made many friends
or joined any campus activities, but including her roommate she had a
circle of 5 girls that she spent most of her time with. With her cute
looks, she didn't have trouble getting other students attention,
especially with living in the co-ed dorms. However, she had been
really turned off to the whole dating scene when after a first date
with a guy on the second floor, he had tried to get her drunk in his
room. She didn't mind having a beer or two, but he moved way too fast,
and she was shocked when he had suggested a "three way" with him and
his roommate. Her next date involved one of the popular baseball
players sticking his tongue down her throat and grabbing her ass after
she had leaned in for a good night kiss on the cheek, and she had not
gone on any dates in the past month and a half.
She also was running out of money, and afraid to ask her parents for
more. She had already taken most of her savings account money and used
it to pay for part of the tuition. She worked less and less hours at
the job she hated, and had made the mistake of going on too may
shopping trips with her new girlfriends. Most of the girls were well
off compared to Kristy, and in her effort to fit in she had racked up
close to a thousand dollars of credit card debt already.
All of these events had now lead her to this; an interview at Kittens,
a notoriously sleazy strip club. Kittens was almost an hour's drive
away from campus, and Kristy hoped that she would never run into
anybody she knew. With her debt piling up and bills to pay, she knew
that the $6.50 an hour the library was paying wouldn't cut it anymore.
She had tried to get a job waiting tables, but those jobs were in high
demand around campus, and she didn't have enough experience to work at
the more upscale restaurants that had positions available. Kristy
might have been na ve, but she wasn't dumb. She knew that strippers
made good money, and after a few days of debating, she decided to give
it a shot. Had she done more research, she might have been able to
find a more "respectable" line of work at a Hooters type joint, but the
only strip club she knew about was Kittens.
It was now 5:15, and she over 30 minutes late was a little bit late for
her interview. She got out of the car and headed towards the Kittens
front entrance. Upon walking in, she noticed the few customers in the
place immediately stare at her. She had little makeup on, and was
dressed in open sandals, white capri pants and a blue cut-off top that
exposed a little bit of belly. Her hair was in a pony tail; she had
tried to dress "cute" for today, but she had a bad feeling that she
might need to be more than cute, and had brought along a duffel bag
with her.
There were only two girls dancing and they looked very uninterested.
Both were pushing 30, topless and wearing thongs. Their fake tits were
obvious. Quickly walking to the bar and avoiding eye-contact with
anybody, she approached the bartender. Nearly whispering, she tried to
get his attention. "Uh, hi I've got a interview with Larry, I'm a
little bit late". The bartender looked her over briefly, then reached
for the phone and muttered a bit. "Over there, move back the curtain,
first door on your right" said the bartender as he went right back to
work.
Kristy made her way past the tacky curtain and found the office door.
She knocked twice then pushed it open. She found a nearly empty office,
with a sofa, desk, pictures of naked women on the wall, and a middle-
aged balding man behind the desk. "Hi, I'm Kristy, we talked on the
phone earlier about coming in for an interview", she said shyly. The
man sitting at the desk looked up from his newspaper. "You're late",
he said. "I'm Larry, and I run this place. Can't be late if you want
to work for me. Let me see your drivers license". "I'm sorry," Kristy
said as she handed it over and took a seat on the worn out sofa against
the wall.
Larry Stone focused his attention on the young girl in front of him.
Judging from her license, she was 19 years old. This didn't really
matter to him, as he had hired girls under 18 on numerous occasions.
Nothing a fake ID couldn't change anyways. He was pretty well
connected with the local government, and as long as he spread some cash
around he had no problems from law enforcement. He acted bored, but he
already was getting excited just looking at this girl. Every once in a
while, someone who didn't belong would show up looking for work, and
this was one of those times. The young girl in front of him had a
clean look to her, unlike a lot of the dancers he had right now, who
had decent bodies but worn out looking faces.
"Alright", he said. "Let's see what you can do. I hope you're not
planning on dressing like that when you dance. Anyways, I don't have
much time, so just take off your clothes and give me a short demo."
Kristy stood up, surprised. Her brain was getting the better of her
now, and she knew she had a mistake. "Look... ummm, this was a mistake.
I don't think I can actually dance here. Maybe you're hiring a waitress
or bartender?"
Larry wasn't surprised, and he knew what to do. "Fuck, what the hell.
You come in late, now you can't even get naked. Wasting my fucking
time!". "I.. I.. I'm sorry" she stammered. Kristy was heading for the
door when Larry took out a wad of bills. He tossed what looked to be
about $200 in twenties crumpled up on the table. "Well, before you
leave here's the deal. I think you got what it takes to make some
money here. Fresh looking girl like you, guys like that. I just have
to know if you can actually get naked or not, and make sure you don't
have some scars underneath those clothes or something. If I like what I
see, you take the money on the table as a bonus. Then you dance out
there for minimum wage but you keep all the tips. Private dances we
split 50-50. Don't even think about trying to cheat me. All you got
to do is get naked, dance for the guys, and you'll make plenty of
money, girls make a few hundred a night easy. Hardly have to pay taxes
too."
The sales pitch worked. It almost always did. Kristy thought of the
$200 on the table, and about how long it would take her to earn that in
the library. She thought of how ugly the girls on stage looked, and
how if they could earn a few hundred dollars for dancing, she could
easily make that and more. And this money was tax-free too! She
thought about the new clothes, the nightlife, how things would become
so much easier. She could have much more free time to study too,
instead of having to work 8 hour days at the library. "Here goes
nothing", she said to herself silently.
She stripped quickly. The pants came off first, followed by her top.
She hesitated only briefly before unhooking the plain white bra and
sliding the panties down to her ankles. Now she stood in front of
Larry naked. Only her boyfriend had seen her like this, and now she
was doing this for a stranger. The thought sickened her, but she tried
to smile and stick out her chest for Larry. Larry grinned; this girl
didn't even remember that the club was topless only. He was getting a
free peak at her pussy, and it looked tempting. She wasn't shaved, but
she kept her pubic hair trimmed neatly so she could look good in a
bathing suit. Her breasts were average sized, but natural and had the
perkiness only a 19 year old could have. Kristy reached into the
duffel bag, and took out a pair of shiny high heels. She also took out
a small black bikini, the one she had worn to pool parties before. She
was about to put it on, and dance for Larry when he motioned her over
to behind his desk.
"Don't need to see that right now, we've got some outfits you can use
at first and then later you can buy your own". "Why don't' you come
over and show me how you would give a customer a lap dance. Say he
hands you $100 and asks for a private dance, what are you gonna do?",
he asked.
Kristy's nude body slowly made her way over to Larry and started to
sway in front of him. She could dance, but without music, it wasn't
easy. She made a lame attempt at flicking her nipples, tossing her
hair, and running her hand over her pussy. Larry wasn't too impressed.
He reached over and pulled her on his lap, and grinded his crotch
against her ass. Kristy was surprised, but she put her arms around him
and tried her best to smile, even when she felt his hands over her
nipples. He pinched them lightly, and held her tightly against his
body. She could feel a bulge in his pants, and it seemed like he was
holding her legs apart and dry fucking her.
Just when she was ready to get up and leave, Larry released her and
seemed to relax. "Alright enough", he said. "You can start tomorrow,
just get me off now. Then you can go start planning on what kinda
themes you gonna use for your stage routine". Kristy got off his lap,
relieved, until she understood what he was saying. Seeing her
hesitation, Larry raised his voice again, "Listen its tradition. All
the new girls do it, its like an initiation here. You don't have to
fuck me, just get me off with your mouth. Come on, I don't have all
day. I didn't give you $200 for nothing you know." To entice her
more, he tossed a few more twenties onto the table. He moved to the
couch, and unzipped his fly, waiting for her to act.
Kristy knew what he was asking for. She had gone to far too stop now.
What was the big deal anyhow, she wasn't a virgin anymore and she had
talked to her roommate about giving "hummers" before. She had never
seen how that could be fun, but she was getting almost $300 just for
this. She got in front of him and put her knees on the cold floor.
His pants and boxers were already down, and she reached out to touch
only the second cock she had ever seen. It was thicker than Ray's she
thought, as she made a fist around the shaft. Larry groaned at the
touch. He put one hand behind her head and guided it towards the
pole. Her mouth slowly opened, and he could feel the warm breath on
his cock.
As Kristy closed her lips around his meat, she couldn't help but feel
shame at what she was doing. She closed her eyes and with one hand
started to stroke his cock. She had given Ray handjobs and she knew
that the faster she pumped the sooner this would be over. She had
licked Ray's cock gently, and even tasted some of his precum, but this
was a whole new experience. She had never thought about taking the
thing in her mouth, and squeezing her lips tightly around it, like she
was doing now. Larry was nearly fucking her face as he was tugging her
pony tail and controlling her head movements. "Oh yeah. "Suck my
cock. Use your tongue. Look at me," he ordered. Kristy did her best
to follow his directions, making eye contact with him and even moaning
a bit, giving him the impression that she loved this. He had moved his
other hand over her breasts now, and was roughly squeezing them. She
knew it would be over soon, as she could taste some of his fluid
leaking into her mouth. Larry wasn't a guy who could last long, and
soon he was on the verge of cumming. Kristy could sense this, as some
of his fluid was leaking into her mouth.
She tried to pull back, but Larry held her head in place. "Ohh yeah,
gonna cum right down your throat bitch..... take it all!" he yelled as
his cock started to shoot into her throat. Kristy tried hard to stop
from gagging, as the cum filled her mouth and went down her throat.
She winced and gulped, tasting sperm for the first time. It seemed
like it would last forever, but he actually pulled out quickly and let
some of his sperm hit her lips, chin, and neck. He then proceeded to
rub his cock on her tits, squeezing them together and letting the last
few drops of his juice form a little pool between her tits.
When he was done, he got up and wiped his cock off with a tissue,
tossing it near Kristy's feet. As he got up to leave, Kristy was still
on her knees, hands holding her against the couch as she tried to take
in what had just happened. She reached for the box of tissue and
cleaned her body off as best she could. Her eyes were glued to the
floor in shame as Larry spoke. "Not bad, I can get used to this. Now
make sure you clean everything up and go see what outfits might fit
you. They're in my closet. I'll expect you here tomorrow at 7:30
ok?" "Yes," was all Kristy could manage to say as she looked around
the office for something to wash her mouth out with. "Good, and don't
forget to pick a stage name for tomorrow. Kristy sounds fine to me.
Don't forget that either," he laughed, pointing to the crumpled bills
on his desk. Kristy nodded her head dutifully as Larry closed the
door and walked to the bar in a good mood. In his line of work, he
never got much respect, but boy did he get some great perks.