My Secret Life

As long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with sex. I stole my brothers’ porn magazines, watched their videos when I was home alone, I even figured out how to get the “forbidden” cable channels without anyone knowing. But I was always a good girl. I didn’t want to hurt my family’s feelings and they were expecting me to come back from college with a teaching degree and then I’d marry a doctor or a lawyer or something equally impressive and then my parents could settle and wait for me and my brothers to provide them with grandchildren. My obsession with sex would be one of those things that horny suburban housewives are too busy to even think about.

We were a happy middle class family, but my parents took a blow during my first semester at college. I was a freshman, one of my brothers was a senior and my second brother was in graduate school. We were going through a recession and my dad’s company was badly affected, having to lay off many people. Mom and dad called us for a conference and it was decided that we should try to get some part time jobs to earn our own pocket money. It wasn’t a big deal. We’d all worked weekends and summers since we were in high school so why not now?

I started looking for a job, but I wasn’t the only student looking to earn some extra cash and there weren’t many jobs around. I’d been to restaurants and grocery stores, cleaning contractors and anyone who could possibly want to employ an 18-year old, but no luck. One day I’d been to the library in town to research a paper and in order to save money I’d decided to walk back to my dorm. It was only a 30 minute walk and I could do with the exercise since I’d put on a little bit of weight since leaving home. I walked past a sign that read “Girl aged 18-25 needed immediately. Great pay. Apply within.” It looked like a bar and I’d played around with mixing drinks at home when my parents had parties and I knew I could do it.

I could hardly see anything as I entered the premises. It was pitch black apart from a small light at the end of a bar. It seemed that I was right. This was a bartending job. My parents probably wouldn’t approve, but it was going to be a job, right? And beggars can’t be choosers.

“Hello?” I called out, still not seeing anyone. There was no reply. “Hello! Is anyone here?”

“Who’s that?” came a voice from within.

“My name is Rosanna McCauley,” I answered. “I’ve come about the job.”

The lights flickered on, lighting up the big room and I looked around myself. It actually looked a lot nicer on the inside than it had from outside. There were a lot of mirrors on the walls, making it look bigger and the décor was all leather, shiny metal and glass. Having never been inside a bar I thought it looked very classy.

“I’m Max Frank,” said the guy who walked up to me. He was 6’2″ and had a body that looked like he lived in the gym. He had a receding hairline and wore his long blonde hair in a ponytail. “Do you have any experience, Rosanna?”

His icy blue eyes looked straight into mine and I knew better than to lie. “Not much, I’m afraid. Only helping out at home. But I’m a fast learner.”

I couldn’t make out the look in his eyes. “Helping out at home?”

“Yeah… When my parents were having parties and my mom wanted to be able to relax with the other guests I’d help out.”

“Is that what’s going on in suburbia these days?”

“I know I’m only 18, but I never tasted.”

“Whoa… Back up there, little girl… Why are you here?”

“I told you. I’ve come about the job that’s advertised outside.”

“The stripper job?”

Stripper??? “Uh… I thought it was a bartending job.” I blushed. “Or waitressing.”

“Sorry girl. All our bartenders are male and I’ve got enough waitresses. I need someone who will take her clothes off and dance seductively on these tables and who will sit on my guests’ laps and giggle at their jokes if the guests are willing to pay.”

I knew that I should turn around and walk out of there, but Max’s description made my pussy tingle the way it only did when I was masturbating while watching porn. I felt compelled to find out more. “I could do that…”

“You could? Pure little Miss Suburbia?” Max looked doubtful.

“I’d like to try,” I bit my lip. “I’d really like to try.”

Max looked contemplative. “You know… It might just work. You have an air of innocence around you. You look like the girl next door. You’re probably the kind of girl our guests fantasise about when they come here. Dance for me.”

Max switched on some music and I started moving with it. He gave me some instructions about what to do with my arms and my face. He told me to slow down my movements a bit. He told me to exaggerate certain movements. He was soon nodding approvingly at me. “Now keep moving like that, but start taking your clothes off.”

His order took me by surprise, I felt a little shy all of a sudden, but I couldn’t say no now. Then I’d never get the job. I slipped out of my coat and sweater. Next I kicked off my sneakers. I looked over at Max and he indicated that I should take off my t-shirt next. I was wearing a boring white sports bra, but he didn’t seem to mind. Next I pulled off my jeans, revealing my white cotton panties with little pink hearts. I kept dancing and Max motioned to me to take my bra off and I did. If anyone I knew had walked in I would have died of shame, but only Max was looking at me. As I threw my bra on the floor and wondered whether to go completely naked Max turned off the music and applauded.

“You’re a natural, Rosanna,” he said with a smile. “Your moves are a bit awkward, but with a little bit of training you’ll be fantastic. You could do with losing some weight, but dancing for hours on end will tone you up in no time.”

He mentioned an amount that was beyond my wildest dreams. No other part time job paid anywhere near as much. “That’s your basic pay per 6 hour shift. Then you get to keep your tips on top of that, so the better and sexier you are the more money you’ll earn. All my girls work at least 2 shifts a week and a maximum of 4. If you take the job you’ll come here tomorrow and on Sunday to train with one of my top dancers. If you pass the test at the end you’ll be fitted for a uniform and the job is yours. I’ll send you home with a sample g-string so that you can shave your pussy enough, or just shave completely, that’s what most of the girls do because I won’t accept any little hairs showing. You may even consider waxing. The g-strings stay on all the time while you’re on these premises and if anyone tries to feel any area of you that’s covered by that material they’re thrown out, as are you if you don’t report it before one of the guards catch it. I don’t accept any whoring during working hours, and that includes making dates with customers. If anyone wants to fuck you and you want to charge for the privilege you talk with Suzy. I don’t care what you do in your spare time. I don’t know anything about her business and I don’t want it associated with me in any way, but as I said, what you do in your own time is your own business.”

“The girls who work here prostitute themselves?” I gasped.

“As I said, I don’t know anything about that and I won’t discuss it with you again unless I catch you trying to turn tricks during working hours, in which case you’re fired.”

I felt another deep tingle in my pussy. This was so exciting. I was going to dance naked for a living and the thought of men wanting to pay to fuck me had me turned on beyond my wildest dreams. I was going to talk with this Suzy woman.

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

“We open at 8 and I want you out of the way by then. Come in at 6 and I’ll have one of the girls work with you.”

The next day was Saturday and I couldn’t wait to start my training. I’d tried on my g-strings and quickly decided to shave my pussy completely as it left very little to the imagination. I took great care in the shower to ensure that I was completely smooth and that the only hair on my body was my long blonde hair. My roommate had gone home for the weekend so I had complete privacy to study my body in the mirror. I was 5’7″ and average weight for my height. I had a little bit of extra fat on my body, but not enough to give me a tummy or a fat ass. My tits were firm c-cups and in the cool air my pink nipples stiffened up and stood out nearly half an inch. I looked as good as any of the girls who modelled in the porn magazines I’d drooled over.

I was at the club at 6 sharp and was met by a girl with raven black hair. She introduced herself as Yvette and she took me straight to have shoes fitted. The shoes were 4-inch stilettos and I knew that my biggest challenge would be to stay on my feet in those. On the plus side, they made my legs look really long and very toned. Max came half an hour before the club opened and he gave me some pointers to work on before the next evening. He also invited me to hang out in his office for a couple of hours that night and watch the other girls through the one-way mirror. I watched the girls performing on stage, alone and in pairs. I watched them dancing on tables, never once losing a garment, teasing the guests and enticing them to buy lap time as well. By the time I came back to my dorm that night my panties were soaking. I just had to pass my test the next day.

I worked hard all Sunday, trying to perfect the moves that Yvette had taught me, getting used to taking my clothes off and dancing in those shoes. On the Sunday evening Yvette worked with me for another hour and then I had to do a table routine for Max and a redhead woman. Max then asked me to do a lap routine for him and I could tell by his smile that I was about to pass. As a new girl I was offered Tuesday and Thursday nights to begin. Those were the least lucrative nights and thus least popular. As my reputation grew I’d be given weekend slots, but I had to work my way up to that. I knew it wasn’t ideal to be working on school nights, but by this time I was so turned on by the idea of being an exotic dancer that I couldn’t turn it down.