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This is the story of how I became a lap dancer and had sex with a guy at the club for the first time.
Little Abby Gets a Job
Hi, my name is Abby, and I am a stripper. This has to be the sexiest job on earth. I have only been doing it for two months now. When I am trying to get the guys at the club to pay me for a lap dance, I still like to tell them that it is only my third night. I think that the innocent thing works for me because I am cute and petite. I am only 5'1", and I have short curly blonde hair. My tits are smallish. The owner of the club said that after I have worked for him for six months, he would pay for a boob job, but I have seen a lot of fake tits that look gross to me, so I doubt that I will take him up on his offer.I graduated from college a year ago with a degree in social work. It was easy to get a job, and I really liked feeling that I was helping people, but the pay was terrible, and sometimes I had to go to visit people in the projects, where I felt totally unsafe. Then one of the girls who worked with me got caught in the middle of a gang shoot out and was killed. I didn't know her very well, but that was the last straw, so I quit. Since I was changing my life, I also decided to break up with my boyfriend, Mark. We had great sex, but he was moody, and some of his bad habits were starting to drive me crazy. I wanted to go back to school to get an MBA, but my parents could not afford to support me, so I had to figure another way to get the money for school.
Back when I was in high school, I had a wild friend named Jill. We did some pretty hot stuff together, like giving a double blowjob to a guy we both had a crush on. Jill always talked about how much fun it would be to be a stripper. She said that the top girls can make tons of money traveling around the country to different clubs, and even the beginning girls can get twenty dollars every time they do a three minute lap dance. That sounded like a lot of money to me, so now, several years later, broke and out of work, I decided to give it a try.
I had a couple of drinks in my apartment to help me get up the nerve, and then I put on a pair of tiny thong undies that I had bought that afternoon and a sexy little black cocktail dress that I wore with no bra and showed lots of skin. I had taken down the addresses of several local clubs from ads in the paper, so I got in my car and drove to the first one on the list. I got an odd look from the guy at the entrance, I guess because I was a nice looking single girl in a hot dress, but he took my ten-dollar cover charge, and I went in. I hated it. The whole place was dirty and had a smell. The girls had tight bodies, but most of them were not very pretty. I was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing as I turned around and left. The next club on the list was in a little bit better part of town. They charged thirty dollars to get in, and when I got inside, I could see why. This place was really nicely designed and clean, and every one of the girls was stunning. I knew that this was the place for me, so I asked one of the bouncers to take me to the manager because I wanted a job. He took me to an office in the back of the club, and introduced me to the manager, who looked like he was in his mid-thirties and was kind of nice looking, with short brown hair and a friendly smile, not old, fat and sleazy like I had imagined. He asked me a couple of questions, made me show him my i.d. to prove that I was over twenty-one, and then he asked me to give him a lap dance. I took a deep breath as the music started and I positioned myself between his legs, but I thought I did a pretty good job of stripping off my cocktail dress in a sexy way and just barely rubbing up against him as I swayed back and forth to the music. I think the thing that really got him was when I looked him straight in the eye and smiled and licked my lips. I have really bright blue eyes that I have always considered one of my best features. He hired me on the spot and told me that I would start the next evening at ten.
I got to the club an hour early, so that I could learn a little bit before I had to start working. They made me pay for the standard dress and a half dozen G-strings. The standard dress is a cheap floor length polyester thing that clings to your body and can be seen through from the right angle. It hangs on your body from a single loop over the head so it is easy to pull off. They made me pay three hundred dollars for all of the stuff, even though it could not have cost them half that. Still, I have to admit, it made me look pretty hot. One thing I had not counted on was that I had to shave around my pussy so that no pubic hair could show outside of the G-string. I was a little apprehensive about doing that at first, but I quickly figured out that, as long as I was careful, I would not cut myself. I shaved myself completely bare around my pussy lips, and left nothing but a small closely trimmed triangle of hair that could be completely covered by the tiny G-string. I really liked the way it looked, and I wondered why I had never tried it before.
Then I was ready to go to work. My first night was a little awkward, but I quickly got the hang of my new job. By the end of the first week, I was taking home four or five hundred dollars a night for four hours of work and feeling that I was a natural for this job. The way it works is that you start out every evening owing the club two hundred dollars that you have to pay even if you don't make that much from dancing. Everything the girls make over that (with one exception that I will tell you about later), they get to keep. For each lap dance, the customers have to pay $20 and some guys go through three or four dances in a row without stopping. Even with a lot of talking and some down time, it's pretty easy to make two hundred dollars an hour. This was a lot more money than I had ever dreamed of making as a social worker. It was great, but the best thing about it was how much fun I was having. Almost all of the guys I dance for are nice, and a surprisingly large number of them are young and cute.
This was the life for me. I was sleeping late every day and then going to the gym. I started doing two-hour workouts. One hour in an aerobics class, and another hour either lifting weights or taking a yoga class. I started getting some good definition in my muscles, and the yoga has gotten me more flexible than I ever imagined I could be. After the gym, I go home for lunch, and then I practice dancing in front of the mirror. I always practice naked, without the G-string. It gets me so hot looking at myself dance in front of the mirror that I always end up writhing on the floor masturbating. After about a half hour of dancing, I always end up with my legs spread in front of the mirror. My shaved pussy looks unbelievably hot, and I just go for it with my hand. I usually come a couple of times. After that I have a few hours to hang out with my friends or read before it is time for me to have supper and then head down to the club.
Let me tell you about some of my dancing techniques. First, when I have spotted the guy I want to go after, I come up to him and crouch down on the arm of his chair. I look up at him with my big blue eyes and tell him that I really need him to give me a dance. It is only my third night at the club, and I need to make money. The manager tried to tell me that I should have a stage name. He called me Ashley, which I hated, but I worked it into my act. I tell the guys that the manager told me that I had to have a stage name and call myself Ashley, but that my real name is Abby, which it is. This almost always works like a charm. Obviously, I have to vary this a little bit with the return customers. I usually can recognize them, but once I made a mistake and had a good laugh with the guy when asked me how it could still be my third night two weeks later.
Then I start to dance. First, I set up the guy in accordance with the rules. He has to put his hands on his legs, but I get up in between his legs, and he can squeeze my legs with this thighs. He almost always touches my legs a little with his hands, which is supposed to be against the rules, but nobody much cares. I am only supposed to touch him a little; I can put my hands wherever I want (except his cock), and I can rub against him with my back lying between his legs, but I am supposed to always keep my tits at least a little off of his body. Of course, I don't always follow the rules.
I start out the routine by stripping my dress off. Most of the girls pull the top off over their heads and peel the dress down their bodies, but I think that it is sexier to do it in the opposite direction. I reach down and pull it up from below, moving to the music the whole time. The dress comes up my legs and then reveals my G-string, belly, tits and finally comes off over my head. Now I am down to my G-string. First I give the guy a good look at me standing up. I touch myself a little, brushing my hands across my breasts, down my sides and along the legs. Once the guy has a good picture of me in his mind, I give him a brilliant smile and bend over to give him what he really wants. I brush against him softly, always letting him feel my tits against his shirt. I know that it is against the rules, but it gets me more dances, and, even better, it turns me on to do it. I am definitely a better dancer when I am a little excited myself. I always use a light touch, because it is hotter and it is also harder to get caught that way. I can do my best dancing when the guy is sitting in one of the chairs against the wall. Then I can put my hands on the wall behind the chair and control my movements easily while I press close up to his body. When I am up close to him, I brush my lips up against his cheek, and give him a little purr when I am right next to his ear. The killer moment comes when I look him right in the eye from about three inches away and flash him a big smile. Sometimes I lick my lips at the same time, which really makes him crazy.
For guys who give me more than one dance, which are almost all of them, I do the second one backwards. This may seem like it would be less hot than devouring the guy with my eyes and brushing him all over with my tits, but it presents some opportunities that I just don't have facing forwards. With my back to the guy, it is much easier to rub up against his cock and feel his hardness pressing through his pants. Also, as I slip up and down between his legs he can get a good feel while barely moving his hands off of his knees. As I slip down between his legs, his hands start out on my thighs, then, by reaching slightly under, he can cup my butt cheeks and run his hands along my side all the way up to the side of my tits. I can't let them do this out in the open, since it is against the rules, but over in a dark corner, the bouncers can hardly see, and the bouncers figured out pretty quick that I actually like the guys to touch me, so as long as I'm not too obvious, they always let the guy get in a couple of good feels before they tell him to stop. Also, when I am doing the backwards thing, I can throw my head back and look up at the guy. Sometimes I will hold my mouth open in an "o" shape, so he can fantasize that I am sucking on him.
Now let me tell you about the private rooms in the back of the club. There are half a dozen of them, and they are all set up the same, with a big armchair just like the ones in the club and also a big soft couch that even a big person can stretch out on. What do we use the private rooms for? To fuck the customers, of course. The girls have to give the club a hundred dollars every time they take a customer to one of the private rooms. What the customer pays is up to the girl, but the other girls told me that the going rate was four hundred dollars. Each of the rooms has a peephole in it, but they are mostly pretty well concealed, so I have not yet figured out where all of them are. The management makes no secret of the peepholes. They say that it is for the girls' safety, but I am pretty sure that it is mainly to give the loser bouncers an extra perq of being able to watch the girls fuck. The girls are not required to screw the customers, and you can make a pretty good living just dancing without the sex. When I first started, I got clued in to the sex thing pretty quick, but I swore to myself that I was not going to do it. It was bad enough that I was a horny slutty little stripper without becoming a whore too. But that was before I had gone two months without a boyfriend, with no comfort but my hand in a job that put me in a near constant state of arousal. After a month and a half, I was dying for a big hot cock. I have never liked the idea of letting guys pick me up in bars for one night stands, and I was afraid to go back and date any of the guys I knew in my old life as a social worker, because I did not want them to know that I had become a stripper. I bought myself a couple of sex toys and gave them a good workout every night when I came home from the club, but they just were not enough to satisfy me.
Then one night last week, near the beginning of my shift, the cutest guy that I had seen in weeks came into the club. I spotted him before any of the other girls and made a beeline for him. He looked like he was about thirty and had really short blonde hair. He had big eyes, full lips and sweet features that made me melt. He was wearing loose fitting khaki pants (probably so that his hard on would not be so obvious) and a tight fitting black T-shirt that showed off how well built he was. I went straight into my third night at the club routine. He bought it and asked me to give him a dance. I gave it all I had. I wanted to make him crazy with desire and get myself turned on at the same time. I pulled my dress up real slow, and after I got it off, I gave him my most seductive smile as I ran my fingers lightly over my nipples and down my sides to my legs. This time I did something I had never done before; I tucked my fingers under my G-string and quickly passed my hand over my pussy. I made sure that none of the bouncers could see me do that, but I gave my guy an eyeful. Then I bent over and began doing the close up part of the dance. I made sure that the sides of my tits brushed up against his cheeks and then brushed my hair and my lips lightly over his face as my nipples grazed along the front of his shirt. I gave a little purr as my lips passed his ear. Then I gave him my patented look of lust with my big blue eyes. Wow! His eyes were as blue as mine, and I could read the intensity of his desire as he looked straight back at me. I barely noticed as the first dance came to an end. I just kept going without remembering to ask him to pay me for another dance. I just didn't care. As the second dance started, I turned around backwards and began rubbing my back up and down against his crotch. Just like all of the guys, he couldn't resist touching me while I did this. I did everything I could to wordlessly encourage him, but pretty soon one of the bouncers came over and told him to keep his hands to himself. Shit! I'm usually glad that the creepy bouncers are there to keep the guys under control, but this time I was out of control myself and wanted to enjoy every second of the experience.
The second dance ended, I collected my twenty dollars for one dance, and I sat down to talk to the guy. He said his name was Mark. Hearing that he had the same name as my old boyfriend got me even hotter. He told me that he was in the business of selling exercise equipment, which explained why he was in such good shape. He had flown into town from Los Angeles to make a big deal. The only people he knew here were the people he was doing his deal with and they were busy tonight, so he decided to come out to the club on his own. He was staying in a first class hotel that was only a couple of blocks away. I told him a little bit about myself, mostly the truth, since I find that a lot easier than making things up, and the truth actually fits in really great with my innocent routine. I really felt a connection with this guy, but I couldn't just talk all night. I had to make a living so I asked him if he wanted another dance. I was terrified that he would say, "No," but fortunately he was ready for more. I didn't know if I could come close to matching my last performance, but I still felt the blood running hot in my veins, so I stayed in peak form. As I bent over him to give him a hot titty rub, he whispered in my ear, "God, Abby, you are so hot. I'd give anything to fuck you." The guys say this kind of stuff all the time, but I generally just take it as a compliment that I am doing a good job. When they are cute like this guy, I'll sometimes say something like, "You really bring out my sexy side," but nothing ever comes of it. It's just a little game of cat and mouse between a lap dancer and her guy. This time, it was like somebody else other than me who responded to Mark's words. I heard myself saying, "We can go back and have sex in one of the back rooms right now. It's four hundred dollars." I had to be out of my mind. I was propositioning this guy like a hooker. He was so cute and I was so horny that I would have paid a thousand dollars for the chance to take him to bed, but here I was and those were the words that came out of my mouth. I was immediately terrified that he would say "No" or even be angry or disgusted that I was a whore, and he would not want me to dance for him any more. But I knew that it was my lucky day, when he said, "Yes, let's do it, I've never seen such a sexy girl. Show me the way."
I could feel the lust welling up inside me, and I almost forgot to put my dress back on. I took his hand and helped him up, still wearing nothing but my G-string. Then I must have blushed, when I noticed my nakedness and pulled my stripper dress back down over my head. I lead him back to the area with the private rooms. The first two were already in use, but there were four more that were free. We went into the first free one; I closed the door and turned on the "in use" light. I was a little short of breath as I looked up at Mark, and he hugged me. I looked up at him and said, "OK, the first thing is that I am going to dance for you again, but this time I get completely naked and there are no rules."
I ripped my dress off, but then I got hold of myself a little and was able to put on a couple of moves as I stripped off the G-string and tossed it to Mark. I started with my usual thing of playing with myself for him, but now I didn't have to hold back. I teased up my nipples, taking them in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand until they got big and hard.. Then, I kept working on my nipples and tits with my left hand, while I reached my right hand down between my legs. I had this move down good, since I practiced it in front of the mirror at home almost every day. Resisting the urge to go straight for my clit, I brushed my middle finger lightly over my pussy lips, making them open up like a wet, steaming flower. Then, I slid my middle finger in a slow smooth motion deep into my pussy, all the way in. I licked my lips as I pulled it out and, as I bent down over Mark, I passed my finger under his nose. Now, as I gave him the close up forward dance, he was free to roam all over my body with his hands. He started on my butt, and then stroked up my sides to my nipples. Reaching down between my legs, his fingers brushed against my clit. This was the first time in two months that I had someone else's hand down there. I gave a little involuntary moan. I whispered for him to sit up, so that I could help him off with his t-shirt. When his shirt was off, he leaned back again and put his hands behind his head. In this position, there was a little bit of flex in his arms, shoulders and abs, so I could really appreciate his tight muscles. He was not quite like a body builder, but he obviously made good use of the exercise equipment that he sold for a living. I bent over and planted a big wet kiss on his full lips. My tongue slid into his mouth, and his tongue did a little dance back with mine. Then I slid down between his legs so that I could go to work on his pants. I could see his rock-hard dick poking up under his pants, and, as I slipped down to my knees, I wasted no time in opening his belt, undoing the button at the top of his pants and pulling down the zipper. I reached into the hole in front of his boxer shorts and grabbed his cock. I felt a little shiver run through his body as I wrapped my hands around his meat and pulled it free of his pants. It was a nice size, but not so big as to be scary, probably seven or eight inches, curving slightly up with a nice purple mushroom-shaped circumcised head. Holding it in one hand, I rubbed it softly against each cheek and then looked up into his eyes as I gave it a big ice cream cone lick from his balls all the way up to the tip, where I could taste the big bead of salty juice coming out of the end. "Very nice," I murmured as I looked up at him. Then, holding the base of his cock tight in my hand, I wrapped my lips around the head and began French kissing the head with my tongue. After a couple of minutes of this, I pulled off long enough to give him a wicked smile and to stroke all the way up the shaft with my hand to the wet head, so that I could lube up my hand with cum and spit to stroke him better while I sucked. Back to work again with my mouth on his head now, working all around the head with my tongue, and stroking his shaft up and down with my hand in long, smooth, firm strokes. This was great, and I knew he loved it, but it wasn't what I was here for. I wanted to feel him inside me, so I said, "Now let's get these pants off." He lifted his butt up off of the chair and I slid his pants down around his knees. Then, he had to get up to help, because his cock was caught in the hole in front of his boxers, and he had to kick off his shoes to get his pants off of his ankles. This broke the lust cycle just a little, but I felt my desire begin to build again quickly as I felt his cock jut into my belly as we stood face to face pressing our fully naked bodies together.
I started to push him back down into the chair so that I could hop on top of him and ride his cock into oblivion, but he said, "No, not that way. First you have to let me dance for you." He sat me down in the big armchair and positioned me the same way that we do the guys, with his legs pressing up against my inner thighs and my hands on my knees. I reached up to fondle him, but he said, "You have to follow the rules. You don't want me to have to call a bouncer do you? I'll let you cheat a little though, just as much as you did for me." As the music for the next song started, he began to dance. I was surprised to see how well he was able to move to the music, particularly with that big hard dick pointing out in front of him. It looked to me like his hard on should throw him off balance, but it didn't. I was flattered to think that he was imitating my style. First he stood back a little to let me fully take in his magnificent body. He did a little muscle flex again, with his hands behind his head, but this time I had a totally different angle from which to worship his tight abs. Then he moved his hand down over himself in a firm masculine way that made me dream of his touch on my body. Needless to say his right hand ended up down on his cock, still glistening wet from the attention that I had been giving it, and gave himself two long smooth strokes. Now he bent over me and brushed his lips and cheeks against my face. Even though he was much bigger than me, he managed to position himself so that his hard cock dragged along on top of my belly. I ran my hands surreptitiously along his hard thighs and ass, just as I had let him to me, and he responded with a gentle moan and sexy thrusting motions of his pelvis. I looked up at him and smiled, "I've really got to break all the rules now," I said, and I grabbed his hard cock in both my hands. I pulled it down in the direction of my pussy and began to use like one of my sex toys to rub up and down on my clit. This was all the stimulation I needed to explode with my first orgasm, and, as the first spasm hit me, he took the opportunity to drive his big dick all of the way into me up to the hilt in one smooth motion. I was so wet that there was not the slightest resistance. His huge presence balls deep in my pussy magnified and extended my orgasm. I vibrated with pleasure as I felt wave after wave flow over me. Slowly I came back down to earth.
As my orgasm subsided, I became aware of a host of conflicting thoughts and feelings. The first and, of course, most overwhelming one was that I was sitting an armchair filled with a cute guy's huge cock that had just made me come like crazy. But it also dawned on me for the first time that I had not made him use a rubber. Shit! What kind of whore was I to forget about the rubber? Too late to worry about that one now. Oh yeah, I was a whore now too, fucking this guy for money. Somehow that didn't bother me. I was so horny that I would have gladly paid him to fuck me. Getting paid by him was just a nice bonus, kind a hot compliment to me for being worth the money. In fact, thinking about it helped to get me back into the moment. Then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, a small change in the lighting in a dark corner of the room. I had spotted the peephole, and I could tell from the way that the light in that corner of the room had just gotten a little darker that one of those dumb big boned bouncers was back there getting an eyeful right now. Well, if he wanted to beat his meat and get off on watching me fuck Mark, so much the better. I was already a sex performer, so this was just taking it to the next level. I would give him a show that he would not forget and give myself an incredible turn on at the same time. All of this took about a thousandth of a second to pass through my mind, and after that blink of an eye, my full focus came back on the big hot dick jammed deep in my pussy. I turned my face halfway between Mark and the peephole and said, "Wow, baby, that was hot. You made me come like a banshee. Now lets do some serious fucking." All this time, I never felt the slightest softening in Mark's cock, and that insistent hardness inside me kept me completely on the edge of a continuous orgasm.
Now he began to slowly move and probe around inside me. Very slowly, moving around at different angles and directions and watching me gasp and jump with pleasure when he hit the hot spots. I returned the favor by tightening my cunt muscles around his dick whenever he found a good spot. I spread my legs wide and reached down to touch my clit. Just two quick strokes of my fingertip were enough to send me shivering over the top again.
Mark slowed his pumping to give me a chance to recover. In a couple of minutes, I was ready for more. I pushed him out of me and said, "Now it's your turn in the chair." This was not quite as easy as I had anticipated. The chair was not big enough for me to climb on top of him with him sitting straight up and my legs on either side of his thighs, so after a couple of laughing unsuccessful attempts to climb onto him that way, I got him to scoot down further, so that I could straddle his legs standing up right in front of the chair. It was a good thing that I was still wearing the open toed high heal sandals that I wore for dancing, because I needed the extra height to stay balanced as I straddled him. His cock had softened slightly as we had shifted positions, but all it took was a couple of strokes of my hand to get it rock hard again. Keeping hold of the shaft to aim it the right direction, I sank down easily on it, driving all the way to the hilt in my dripping pussy. I was not able to move a lot in this position, but I could balance with my hands on his chest or the arms of the chair, while he pumped me from below. I could also manage to balance for short periods with no hands, so I took advantage of this to give Mark a little show, tweaking my nipples, caressing my thighs, and flexing my arms, shoulders and abs, so that he could see the little bit of definition I had built up with my daily two hour workouts. I could soon feel that he was getting more insistent in his movements, so I bent over to give him a deep kiss. This gave him a better angle into my cunt and helped me with my balance to that I could add some more of my own movement to our sex act as I gave him a deep French kiss. He kissed back, and our tongues dueled. Kissing deeply while fucking is absolutely one of my favorite things in the whole world. Mark must have thought so too as he used his tongue to match the thrusts of his penis. I felt his body stiffen under me and the hot flush of his sperm inside me. That was enough to send me into my third body-rocking orgasm of the night.
We got dressed and he gave me an extra hundred-dollar tip on top of the four hundred dollar fee that I had quoted to him. I had halfway expected to feel cheap and awful, when he handed me the money, but it did not turn out that way at all. Since I was a teenager, I always considered myself a bit of a slut, which is only a turn on for me. This was just the logical extension of my sluttiness. What a way to be a whore! I got to pick my customers from the nicest looking guys in the club, fuck them like crazy with no strings attached in the safety of the private rooms, get the added thrill of a little exhibitionism for the guys behind the peepholes, and then have them walk away with no hassles. If this were prostitution, then I would be the whore of Babylon.
After Mark left, I went back in the dressing room and cleaned up. I still had two hours to go on my shift, but instead of being worn out by my experience, I was energized. I went back out into the club and over the next two hours found three different guys who each had me lap dance for them non-stop for almost half an hour. Maybe I smelled a little like sex or was emitting some kind of pheromone, or maybe I was just on. For whatever reason, it was my best night ever. I made over a thousand dollars. When I got home, I tossed all of my cash in a huge pile on the bed and fell down on it asleep with my clothes on for the best night of sleep I had had in months.
I wrote this story about six months ago. Since then a lot has changed. I got into business school, so I am working on my MBA during the day now and lap dancing at night (with a little whoring on the side when it suits me). I made enough money in my first few months at the club to cover my first year tuition in business school, but, if I had quit then, I would not have been able to afford my nice apartment or the new BMW that I am driving. I guess that is all just rationalization though, because I have to admit that I am a little addicted to my life at the club.
I had to write this story, since I can't talk about my adventures at the club with my family, my new friends at business school, or my old friends from college and social work. I swap stories with the other girls at the club, but it just does not have the same wow value for them as for the people I am dying to tell who are not living this life themselves. I thought that it would be enough for me to write my story down and have it for myself to read over again from time to time, but I feel like I have to have a real audience, so I found this great place for erotic stories on the internet. I hope that you enjoyed this one, because I have had a lot more hot adventures at the club that I want to share with you.
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