Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

"Listen, it wasn't my fault that happened!" Desire started in again, "I didn't mean for you to do anything sexual with him. I mean the minute that he went in and took off his clothes you should have come and got me!"
I looked at Desire and no longer did I believe she had my best interest at heart. Sure, I "could" trust what she was saying but it didn't make sense, so I didn't give a fuck what she said. I mean she had to know what that guy was going to do when he came in. I was sure she was lying but I couldn't fuck things up with her. If Desire was right about everything she had promised, I would go to the strip club tonight and that would be the end of it! It had been a whole week since the Doctor had practically raped me and I still didn't know if money had changed hands. Honestly I didn't want that doctor anywhere near me but Desire assured me that he was the best in the business and I had an appointment this coming Wednesday. I would go to the club tonight and just not think about any of this, soon it would all be over and I could have my life back.
One thing was certain though, I had started to change how I was acting. I didn't trust anyone. I no longer believed anything anyone said to me. I mean if doctors are child rapists and police women are willing to sleep with young girls and a seemingly innocent computer programmer is willing to pay to be someone's slave...well the world isn't what I thought it was and people are more fucked up than I am.

The club turned out to be basically a trailer on the side of the highway. I didn't know what I expected, something fancy, something where people had lots of money and men all wore suits. But this club was down a hill, off the highway, small, no windows, and almost no cars in the parking lot.
Desire was with me and brought me into the club. Several people there knew Desire and spoke to her as soon as she entered. I was getting to the point where I thought that if you were doing anything that had to do with sex, then you knew Desire.
The club was even less exciting on the inside as it was on the out. The walls were almost barren and cheap tables and chairs were cluttered around a raised wooden floor in the middle of the room. Two seemingly chrome poles were attached at each side of the make shift dance floor. Cheesy disco lights danced about the room and men who were sitting at tables didn't get up but watched me as I followed Desire into the club and up to the bar. Desire asked for the owner and soon a over-the-hill man with hair too long for how much he had left came over and kissed Desire on the cheek. His eyes met mine and he looked up and down my body, making me want to cover myself even though I was still dressed.
"She is too young." He said flatly and walked away.
"Wait a fucking minute!" Desire followed him and he walked with her to the back. I sat at the bar and a guy came over and asked if he could by me a drink? I said he could and he smiled and sat next to me. The bar tender said, "Not if you are going to be working here, last thing you want to do is start off by having them seeing you drinking with customers."
"Well, it doesn't look like he is going to let me work here."
The bar tender just smiled and looked at the guy and said, "Why don't you ask one of the other girls to have a drink with you?"
The guy walked away frowning.
Desire came out and smiled, kissed me on the lips and said, "Have fun." and with that she was gone.
They told me that I didn't have to strip the first night, I could just sit and watch if I wanted. So I had to sit with the DJ, but I'm glad that I did! He let me help pick out the music that the girls danced to and he was cracking me up! Sometimes we were laughing so hard that he had a hard time introducing the girls, which only made us laugh harder. Several of the girls would come up to the booth between sets and talk to us and find out what we were laughing about. It was really cool and I actually wanted to DJ more than I wanted to strip! But Carl assured me that being a DJ paid dick.
The girls were also nothing like I expected. They all had their issues, like we all do. But they wanted to talk to me, hear about my life, how old I was (which I lied about of course) and wanted to know how I knew Desire. Not a single one of them seemed to not like what they were doing, seemed to be unhappy like everyone would expect. I think I expected them to be miserable, like this was the bottom of the barrel, but they weren't. They seemed to really be having a good time and the men who came into the club became background, simply there for the cash. The only problem I really had all evening was they were all so beautiful! Every girl was all curves and I was just so...well flat and plus they were doing stuff that I couldn't even do! Picking up money with their boobs and their ass! Some were doing slow back handsprings and splits and all sorts of shit. The main point of everything that the women did seemed to be that you should try to show as much crotch and as much of your tits as you could. They didn't stay around one guy for too long and moved around the room, getting the money, waiting, showing a little more, doing a little more and when the guy seemed to be a little too unlikely to give any more money, they would move on.
"So, are you ready to go on yet?" Carl asked me.
GOD! It was like a thousand butterflies just went off in my stomach, I could feel it all the way up to my neck and my hands were shaking. I guess Carl could see that I was about to pass out so he just said, "Hey! What are you worried about?"
"I'm just not ready yet, I mean..."
"Awww...come on! You'll never be ready, just go for it!"
"Ok, but you gotta play some decent music!"
I didn't really like the outfit they wanted me to wear, but I figured it was going to be gone in a few minutes so what the hell? Of course I had to wear a bra and some of the girls helped with my make-up (way too much) and I had this leather mini-skirt deal and like a cheesy halter-top. I took one look in the mirror and almost died laughing!
"Hey, trust me, in those lights out there, you need make-up" one of the girls said to me. She didn't understand that I was laughing because this all seemed so silly. How could anyone find someone that looked this cheap, attractive? But, they helped me to the edge of the stage and I watched as the girl that was finishing made her last few cash swings around the stage. She came back in and I thought I was going to die!
This was it! I was weak, my knees felt like jello, I was so nervous and Carl was looking down from the booth, waiting for a signal.
"Are you ready?" one of the girls asked and I took a deep breath and shook my head yes. She went around to the little window and gave a thumbs up.
"Ok, all you beach hounds and surfer dudes! Tonight we have a special treat just for you. She is straight from the waves and this is her first time on the stage, so be gentle...but not too gentle." A little laughter and one guy yelled something.
"Ok, we are watching you, buddy!"...pause for laughter..."Here she is, she is your sweet little candy girl, give it up for BubbleGum!"
At first I didn't know what to do, where did all that beach girl and bubblegum shit come from? Shit, I don't know, but Carl thought it was funny and I could see him laughing in the booth. I didn't know what to do, I just slowly slinked onto stage, trying not to look at the people standing around. We had practiced a little at Desire's house and she had told me that once the music went up, that it was just a timing thing. I had like so many minutes before my clothes came off but it was kinda up to me how I did it. During that time I was supposed to make as many passes around the room as I could and if guys held out money, for the love of GOD! TAKE IT!
Carl choose a song by "the Cure" and I made this a slow sexy dance and tried to keep it in motion with the music. Most of the guys just watched, didn't say a thing. I started to panic that maybe they thought I was ugly! One young business looking guy was sitting up close to the front and he smiled, I made my way over and lifted up my shirt and leaned over him. He smiled more. I gave him just a flash of my bra and then I turned and danced back toward the middle. I was looking for money, but there wasn't any. Then this old guy in the corner was like, "Come over here little girl! I'll give ya some money ta show them titties!"
What the hell, I went over and he was holding out a bill. I took the dollar from him and then I took off my shirt. I hadn't paid any attention to time and soon I saw Carl motioning for me to take some damn clothes off! I grabbed the pole and used it to start to grind to the beat. It was a very hard song to dance to and I made a note to kick Carl's ass after this was all over. Grinding the pole made the guys start to perk up and soon they were holding out bills and I was getting a little more into it. I took off my bra by unhooking it and teasing the guys with it. As soon as they saw the rings in my nipples, it became a fight over who would get me to come to their table. I teased a few of them by pulling up my skirt and showing them my panties and they fucking loved it! I got the skirt off, leaving me in only panties and the guys were going crazy for me to take them off! I didn't want to lay on the floor, so I stood in front of a group of guys and pulled the panties down and bent over in front of them. Soon dollars were pouring out and I was able to make another round before I noticed Carl telling me to cut it!
Back in the dressing room everyone was like, "Where are your clothes?"
"Oh, fuck, I left them out there!" and I started laughing.
So, I had to go back out and all the guys were hooting and hollering and I picked up the clothes and then gave them a wiggle and went back off stage. It really wasn't that bad, shit I had done a lot worse for free! The guys weren't all drooling, disgusting slobs and nobody even touched me! I was like, "Yeah, I could do that again."
"Well good, cause we need you to do that about ten or twenty more times." It was the owner. He told me I did a great job for my first time and that I would get the hang of it.

I did a whole evening including some private dances and by the end of the night I was so tired! I came out for one of the last sets and there was only like six or seven guys left and they were all very drunk. I had gotten a little better at working them for money by the end of the night and I was making my way from corner to corner. I was surprised to see Desire was sitting at a table and she was drinking a beer and watching! She smiled and motioned for me to keep going. I did a couple more rounds and then I noticed that she had a bill that she was holding up for me and wicked grin. I moved over to her table and leaned down.
"MMMmmmm...look at them cute titties, you sure are a fine white girl!" Desire joked.
"Is that for me?" I said, smiling at her. She took the bill and put it in her mouth and I leaned down and took the bill in my mouth, slowly sliding down to her mouth. Then I pulled the money away and leaned in and kissed her. All the men around started yelling for more. Desire smiled at the reaction and the attention was nice, better than nice...intoxicating.
Somehow I had really hated the idea of stripping but I think it's because of the stories you hear, the ideas you have in your head of what it would be like. It was nothing like that and I decided that I wouldn't have a problem going back again. No problem at all.