A Stripper’s Life: Kitten by Kitty_Labella
Indulge in a tantalizing journey of passion and desire with this captivating adult story. Explore the depths of intimacy and connection as characters navigate their deepest fantasies and awaken new sensations. Unlock the allure of pleasure and discover what happens behind closed doors.
She will do ANYTHING to make it to the top….
A Stripper’s Life
My name is Cyntrell but most know me as Kitten. I’ve been stripping at Cherry Popper’s for a little over a year now. Cherry Popper’s can’t even be classified as a gentleman’s club. It’s one of the roughest strip clubs that Atlanta has to offer. In other words, it’s grimey as hell. It’s located a few blocks from the projects where I’ve lived since I was a little girl.
I grew up in a single parent household with six brothers and sisters. There was absolutely no possibility of me going to college. Every since I was about thirteen, I dreamed of being a famous stripper. My aunt and one of my older sisters were both strippers; they always had money to spend, incredible men, designer clothes, and flashy jewelry.
Before I actually became a stripper, I thought all I had to do was dance half-naked for a few minutes and collect thousands of dollars. Boy, was I wrong! Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I love the money, I love to dance, and I love to fuck. I figure it’s better to be a stripper than to be a drug dealer. I’m not hurting anybody.
The day after I turned eighteen, I walked into Cherry Popper’ determined to leave with a job. The manager, Slick (as they called him), was very impressed by my looks. He told me everything I needed to know (ie. rules, how to treat customers, proper conduct, etc.) To seal the deal, I had to strip naked for him in his office. I had no problem with doing that. After all, I was going to be a REAL stripper.
Before I began, he sat back in his luxury leather recliner and propped up his feet on the oak desk in front of him. He relaxed and took off the coat to the purple suit he was wearing.
“Okay. Anytime.” Slick flashed his gold teeth.
I closed the door to his office and locked it, just like he asked. I stood a couple feet in front of his desk. Since I was very inexperienced, I had no clue how to start. After taking a few deep breaths, I started to wind my curvy hips in slow sensual circles. While I twisted and wound my hips to the Jamaican beats in my head, I ran my hands slowly across my upper body. I started at my shoulders and worked down. When I made it to the bottom of my skin-tight tank top, I pulled and tugged at the hem. I made contact with Slick as grinned from ear to ear.
Slowly, I pushed the top up over my flat stomach that was adorned with a small diamond navel ring. Goose bumps covered my honey-colored skin. I continued to wind my hips, trying to imitate seductive Jamaican dances. When I got the shirt all the way off, I traced my fingers around the tiny black triangle bra that held my dd tits. My hard nipples pressed against the thin material and were clearly visible. I reached back and unclasped my bra. When it was undone, I turned my back to Slim.
My naked back was to him while I slowly pushed down the straps of my bra. Before it fell to the floor, I held it up in the air and threw it over my shoulder. The bra landed right at Slim’s feet, which were still on the desk. I giggled and held my round tits in my hands. My hard nipples pressed against the palms of my hands.
I squeezed my tits momentarily before moving my hands down toward my tiny denim shorts. From the back, they barely covered my large ass. My booty cheeks peeked out from the bottom. After undoing my shorts, I hooked my thumbs in each side and wiggled my hips while pushing them down. The shorts grazed my smooth skin as I pushed them down. When they touched my knees, I let them drop to the floor. All I had on was a small pair of black thongs.
“Now that’s what I call a ghetto booty!” Slim chuckled.
I stepped out of the shorts and bent over. My overly-large ass cheeks slightly separated just enough to reveal the flimsy string that started at the top of my crack and ran down to my pussy. I put my hands on my knees and contracted my thigh and ass muscles causing my cheeks to clap together. This maneuver made most men go wild. Low clapping sounds echoed off the walls. My sister taught me how to do it years back. I had almost perfected it.
Slim rubbed his hands together and watched me clap my ass cheeks together. I wound my hip and continued to amaze him. When I felt he had seen enough of that, I seductively turned around to face him. A rock-hard erection rested in Slim’s pants; I couldn’t disregard the imprint. I smiled and threw back my long hair when I turned around. I danced seductively and let my hands travel up and down my almost-naked body.
Slim licked his lips and stared at my plump rounded titties. My small cocoa brown areolas and nipples stared at him. I licked my fingertips and traced them around my hard nipples. Slim looked like he was entranced by me.
“Come over here.” Slim commanded.
I walked around his desk and stood beside his chair. He moved his feet down from the top of his desk and planted his them on the floor. Small beads of sweat traveled down the side of his head while he loosened the collar of his shirt.
“Get on your knees.”
“If you can suck a dick good, you’ve got the job.”
I didn’t care. I figured if that’s what it took for me to get my dream job, then so be it. Slim moved back his chair enough for me to get on my knees in front of him. I dropped to my knees and rested my elbows on his thighs. Slim toyed with the zipper of his pants for a few seconds. When he got it down, he pulled his dick through the hole.
Slim was packing something around seven inches. I guess you could say that was average for a black man. I wasted no time gripping his hard dick. I held it tightly and felt it pulse in my fist. I moved my mouth closer to his dick and spit on the pre-cum coated head. Slim stared down at me while I stared up at him.
I spread plenty of my warm saliva all over the shaft of his dick. Slim cooed while I stroked him. While I stroked up and down his length, I pressed the tip of my tongue against the tiny hole on the head of his dick. The taste of his salty pre-cum didn’t phase me. Then, I opened my mouth and let more saliva drench his head. I continued to stroke him as I began to suck the head of his dick. Slim put his heavy hand on the back of my head and encouraged me to take more of him into my mouth.
Slim shrieked while I bobbed my head up and down in his lap. I used two fists to stroke his dick while I traced the veins of his dick with my tongue. Slim tightened his grip in my hair and pushed me down harder. The head of his dick touched my tonsils. I relaxed my throat and let it slide passed my gag reflex with ease. My nose became flush against the silky material of his silky slacks. Slim held my head down tight. I couldn’t ease up more than a half of an inch. My throat tightened around his dick and I started to gag.
Slim’s right leg trembled. I tried my best to signal to him to release my hair. Slim started to buck his hips up. He released his grip just before I totally ran out of air. I pulled his dick all the way out of my mouth and stroked it until I caught my breath. I opened my mouth again and pushed his dick into my cheek. I banged his dick into my cheek over and over again. Slim’s eyelids fluttered as I covered his dick with my supple lips.
“I’m bout to bust all over them pretty lips.” Slim groaned. I let the head of his dick rest of my thick lips while I rapidly beat his dick. Slim mumbled and stroked my hair while he climaxed. Short and quick streams of his sticky seed squirted across my lips and chin. I opened my mouth and licked my lips while I stared him in the eye. He let out manly moans and pulled my hair. I played with his cum and spit it out, then sucked it back in.
I massaged his dick until it was fully limp. Slim tucked his dick back into his pants and told me that I had the job, which wasn’t surprising because I knew my head was the bomb. He told me that my first dance would be that night. I was told to come to the club at eight and check in with the house mistress, Kidada.
Time seemed to fly that day. I arrived at Cherry Popper’s right at eight. Even though it was a Thursday night, the club was pretty full. When I walked through the door, I was greeted by the horrible stench of cigarette, weed, and cigar smoke. As I made my way threw the thick crowd of horny men, I became nervous. I paused to watch the woman who was on stage. I could tell she knew what she was doing.
Her name was Ebonee. She was almost six feet tall, as chocolate as they come, with the largest titties I had seen in my life. She looked like she was fucking the pole. She wrapped her large frame around the pole and rode up and down it with ease. I was in awe. Spectators threw money at her like crazy. I snapped out of my daze when some man behind me grabbed my ass and asked for the lap dance.
I politely told him no and continued to the dressing room. After checking in with Kidada, she showed me the clothing rack, my locker, and introduced me to all of the girls. There were roughly fifteen scantily clad women around the room. Most ignored me and continued to gossip, do their makeup, and so on. I noticed a few were smoking cigarettes, one was hovering over a counter like she was snorting a line, and two were in a heated argument. Kidada introduced me to a woman who called herself Aphrodisiac, then she left.
Aphrodisiac was very nice. She was somewhere around twenty-five, had been working at Cherry Popper’s for a few years, and was somewhat like the greeting party. She helped me shuffle through the numerous racks of costumes and outfits. I decided to wear a gold triangle bra, the matching tiny thongs, a short skirt that didn’t even come close to covering my ample ass, and chunky clear six-inch heels. When I got the outfit together, I sat down at an unoccupied chair in front of the mirror. The mirror had a few smudges on it and a large crack across it.
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