I sat my makeup case on the counter along with my duffle bag. Aphrodisiac told me she was going to get me a drink and that she would be back soon. I combed through my long layered blonde weave and let it drape over my shoulders. After I was satisfied with my hair, I put gold glitter on my eyelids and clear lip gloss on my lips. I highlighted the apples of my cheeks with blush and put on dark eyeliner.
When I was done, I was very pleased with my incredible reflection. To finish off my look, I put in a pair of green cat-like contacts. Aphrodisiac came back minutes later with Crown Royal in hand. The girl seated in the chair beside me snickered and said something about, “the new girl.” I ignored her and made small talk with Aphrodisiac.
Kidada came back into the dressing room and told me it would be thirty minutes until I got on stage. She told me to relax and just go with the flow. I wasn’t very nervous at the time. Aphrodisiac left a few minutes later when it was her turn to perform. I heard the crowd howling and hooting while she was on stage.
After I put on the outfit, I covered my supple skin with glitter lotion. While I patiently waited for my turn, I talked to one of the few girls who was in the room with me. I jumped when I heard Kidada over the loud speaker telling me to get ready. Quickly, I became nervous. I took the last swig of my drink and hoped for the best. Chills went down my spine as I walked down the corridor that lead to stage three.
Aphrodisiac massaged my shoulders and reassured me that I would be fine.
“And now…get ready for our newcomer, Miss. Kitten!” the DJ announced.
I crept up the stairs backstage and slowly walked from behind the dark curtain. The crowd clapped and hollered. The DJ started to play R. Kelly’s song: Strip for You. I strutted slowly toward the pole that was positioned in the middle of the stage. When I caught the beat to the slow sexual ballad being pumped from the speakers, I rotated and wound my hips to the rhythm.
My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest at any second. I made eye contact with a few men who were sitting right in front of the stage. I took another deep breath and moved my body to the music, slow and seductive. One man threw a couple singles onto the stage. I reached out and touched the cold chrome pole.
Then, I pulled myself toward the pole and wrapped one of my legs around it. I maneuvered the pole between my titties and slid them up and down. The cold pole caused my nipples to push through the thin material of my bra. Soon, I got into the flow of things. My body seemed to naturally writhe to the song. More money collected at the edge of the stage. I knew my short set would be over soon, so I stopped dancing on the pole. Before I got onto my hands and knees, I slowly pushed the tiny skirt down my curves. Crouching like a tiger hunting its prey, I moved to the end of the stage.
I turned my ass to the audience and started to make my ass clap. I did it slow while moving my arched back up and down. One man came so close up behind me that I could feel his hot breath on my ass. He slid a twenty-dollar bill down my ass crack. I gripped it between my cheeks before letting him put it in the band of my thongs.
While the song came to an end, I picked up my money and ran my hands all over my body. When I look back on my first dance, I get mad with myself. It was absolutely horrible. I didn’t even remember to take off anything except the skirt.
That was then. Now, I’m one of the head liners at Cherry Popper’s. The crowd loves me. I believe I’m well on my way to fulfilling my childhood dream of being a famous stripper.
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One year later
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It was a Friday night. I was a little late for work, but when I got to the club, the parking lot was filled. Inside was standing room only. I was scheduled to do a thirty minute solo set, along with a girl-on-girl show. I fully expected to make over a grand that night, especially if I did a few V.I.P.’s. When I got into the dressing room, it was almost empty. Mostly everybody was out trying their best to make a few dollars doing lap dances.
I quickly looked through the clothing rack to find something to wear. For that night, I decided to do a themed costume. I put on a pink and yellow Japanese kimono robe; underneath it was only a pair of pink G-strings. After I did my hair into a messy bun with decorative chopsticks, I applied Japanese inspired make-up minus that powder shit. To finish off my look, I put in my signature green cat-like contact lenses.
When ten o’ clock came, I stood behind the curtains of the main stage.
“Here’s what you’ve all been waiting for!”
“The infamous, the wild, the freaky: Miss. Kitten!” the DJ yelled into the mic.
The DJ put on a recent Young Jeezy song: I Love It. The DJ knew I preferred dancing to up-tempo songs. I strutted like Naomi Campbell onto the stage. I acted as if I owned the whole damn place and all the people in it. I walked all the way to the front of the stage and danced seductively to the music for a few moments before I pulled off the kimono robe.
The crowd went wild. All eyes were on my almost-naked body. My perky tits bounced while I strutted back to the pole. I hadn’t even really begun and money was being thrown at the stage like crazy. When I got to the pole, I grabbed it with both hands and pulled myself off of the ground. I climbed almost to the top of it and slid slowly down. When I got about half way, I began to jerk my hips against the pole to simulate me fucking the pole.
When my feet touched the ground again. I got off of the pole, and bent over with my ass to the audience. I untied the sides of the thongs and let them fall to the ground. I clapped my ass rapidly and rolled my hips. I had most of the audience in a trance. The men stared between my legs at my naked crotch. My waxed fat pussy lips protruded from between my thighs. I turned around to face them, fully naked. I sauntered to the end of the stage and sat down. I pulled up my knees to my chest and held myself up on my elbows.
My waxed pussy was about two feet away from the front row. I put two fingers into my mouth and covered them with my warm saliva. I spread my fat pussy lips with my other hand and revealed my pink paradise. The man sitting directly in front of me was drooling, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. I pinched my nipples and rolled them between my fingers. Then, I dipped my wet fingers into my slit. A slight amount of pleasure rolled through my body while I rubbed my hardening clit. I pushed my two fingers into my pussy.
Money flew from all directions while I fingered myself for everyone. I fingered myself in long, slow strokes. When I got tired of two fingers, I used three. My fake moans were slightly audible above the loud music; not only was I a great dancer but I was a great actor. I did that for about five more minutes before I got up and did a handstand against the pole. A few men whistled while let the pole slide between my pussy lips. The cold metal made me shiver.
As soon as I got off of the stage, I went into the dressing room and quickly put on a skin tight sheath-like dress. It didn’t even half way cover my naked ass. I put on a skimpy thong underneath and went into the front of the club. I walked around for less than a minute before someone approached me about a V.I.P. He was at a table with five other men; I guess they were his friends.
I sat in his lap facing him and pushed my bodacious tits in his face. He grinned from ear to ear while he introduced himself. His name was Gino. Gino told me it was his twenty-first birthday and that he wanted the works. He was brown skinned, had pretty teeth, hazel eyes, and was very muscular. The diamond studs in his ears glistened, just like the gold chain around his neck.
When I told him it would be $250, he wasted no time pulling out the money. I got out of his lap and grabbed his hand. Then, I lead him to the back. We walked silently down a long hallway to the V.I.P. rooms. The bouncer at the end of the hall unlocked a vacant room for me. The room was sparsely decorated with a large leather couch and a wood coffee table. It was dimly lit and smelled like sex and low quality weed.
Before I could lock the door good, Gino was tearing off his clothes. I explained to him that there would be no kissing and that I required a condom. He shook his head and pushed down his jeans. He had a wonderful set of abs and broad shoulders. I licked my lips and pulled a condom out of my cleavage. Gino’s dick was semi-hard when he pulled everything off. I slowly walked over to him and did a short sexy dance.
He beat his dick while he watched. Gino groaned and beckoned for me to suck his dick. I sat on the couch beside him and leaned over. His dick was about eight inches and it wasn’t even fully hard yet.
“Suck this big dick.” Gino growled at me.
I spit onto both of my palms and rubbed his dick between both of them. I used both of my fists to masturbate him; his dick instantly hardened in my hands. I spit onto his dick to make it extra lubricated. Hovering over his dick, I opened my mouth and pushed it in. I took in the first three inches and sucked as hard as I could. He growled and rested one of his hands on my back while I tried my best to imitate a vacuum seal. The slurping noise I was creating was crazy. I squeezed his thigh with one hand, stroked his dick with the other, and rolled my tongue over his dick.
My saliva drenched his dick. I purposely grazed him lightly with my teeth making his back arch. I contracted my cheeks around his dick and pushed it deeper into my mouth. I moaned loud to cause a vibrating sensation.
“Fuck yeah.” Gino shrieked.
“That good head!” Gino bragged.
I tried my best to deep throat him but I couldn’t. I took more than seven inches of him into my mouth and down my throat. The gagging sensations made him go wild. I tugged at him nutts and massaged them with my fingertips. He continued to brag about how well I sucked him off. Then, I licked the sensitive spot on the underside of his head. Just before I felt he was going to climax, I stopped sucking his dick.
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