As the doors were about to open the redhead pulled me backstage and started fitting me for clothes. Each girl had a handful outfits that she could use each night as they would invariably get sweaty and have booze spilled on them.
“What do you want to be called?” she asked me.
“What’s wrong with Rosanna?”
“Nothing at all, but most girls don’t want anyone to know their real names.”
I thought about this for a while. “Call me Roxie.”
The redhead smiled. “That’s more like it. I’m Suzy, by the way.”
Suzy? “Err… Max told me to ask you about… uhm… other stuff…”
“Other stuff?” she eyed me suspiciously. “I only do the clothes at this club. That’s all.”
“But what about…” I started.
“Nothing else. Anything else would be illegal and I don’t do that.”
With those words she turned around and went back to work and I left the club for the evening. I hardly slept for the next couple of nights. I was nervous and excited about my debut. I’d been told that I’d only be doing private shows the first night and that I’d probably not be very busy as I wasn’t a well-known name. That was fine by me. I could tell from the training sessions that it was going to be hard work until my limbs got used to it. I got there half an hour before opening on the Tuesday and Suzy showed me how to do my makeup. She then took some photos of me wearing only my g-string and then she helped me into my clothes and took some more photos. Before I knew it my picture was plastered on the TV screens in the club along with the photos of the other girls on duty that night. My first outfit for the evening was emerald green and matched my eyes. It consisted of a miniscule skirt, a corset top, a bra and the g-strings. I was also wearing black stockings that stayed on with the g-strings.
I didn’t have to wait long for Max to come shouting my name. “Roxie. Big Ray has seen your picture and he wants a table dance. He’s one of our biggest spenders so you give him and his party a really long show. They’re at table 23 and Big Ray is the guy with the purple tie. Get this one right and you’ll be making a huge tip.”
My legs felt like overcooked spaghetti as I walked towards table 23. The club was only half full, but I could feel the eyes staring at me as I made my way to the table. The show on the stage had just ended and no other girls were dancing at that moment so I had everybody’s attention. This had to be good. As I approached table 23 I spotted the guy with the purple tie. He was very overweight and sweating profusely. Normally I would have been repulsed by him, but knowing that he was paying to see me naked made me feel that I had power over him. I started feeling horny and got into my role. I could see that he was sitting with his legs widely parted and I remembered something Suzy had told me. Instead of sitting down on the table and then slowly standing up I tried a much more risky mount. I put one foot between his thighs and used the leather seat as a step and hopped up on the table. Big Ray nodded appreciatively, I knew I had his full attention.
I slowly slipped the corset top off, putting on a show for everybody around the table, but keeping my eyes locked on Big Ray. I knew that it was important for my career to make a connection with the man paying the bill. After a little more teasing my skirt came off, much to the cheer of most men in the room who were now all watching my show. After a few more provocative moves I started pulling my bra off. I teased my audience with my bra and then I let it fall while I was on my knees, right in front of Big Ray, giving him the first look at my tits. There was a cheer when I stood up again, showing my tits to the room. Max was out making the rounds and he smiled encouragingly at me. As my dance came to an end he gave me a hand signal that meant that I was to give Big Ray a lap dance on the house. By now I had a lot of money stuck in my g-string, but I had to stay professional and pretend they weren’t there. I’d been told that a stripper who looks like she’s counting her money was a great turnoff so I kept doing my thing. As I squirmed around on Big Ray’s lap I could feel his erection against me. I was sure that he could smell how wet I was and I didn’t care. I was living the dream I never knew I had. I was turning men on for a living and I was good at it. Before Big Ray stuffed my substantial tip into my g-strings he fondled my tit and pinched my nipple. That was not strictly allowed, but I’d been told that VIP guests were given those privileges as long as they stayed big spenders and didn’t try it on under the strippers’ g-strings. And I was secretly turned on by this physical contact which was much more intimate than anything I’d experienced to date.
“Are you by any chance one of Suzy’s girls?” he whispered to me as I picked up my clothes to go back to the waiting area.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, half true. “I’m one of Max’s dancers.”
The rest of the evening went by quickly. I was as requested as any of the other girls and when I counted my tips that night I realised that I’d made more in one night than I’d made in a month in any of my other jobs. I couldn’t wait for Thursday.
I soon discovered that working late nights was not conducive to good exam results and I scraped by my exams. By the time I went home for Christmas I’d made so much money I could afford to fly and then I caught the airport bus to the bus depot where my parents picked me up. They were disappointed with my exam results and when I blamed it on my waitressing job they suggested I quit, but I said no. I was sure I’d get used to the hours eventually, although secretly I was a bit worried as Max had been talking of giving me more nights as I was proving to be one of his more popular dancers.
I returned to college a week before classes started and there was a message from Suzy on my answer phone. I called her back and we agreed to meet in the park the next day. I was early, but she was already there.
“Roxie,” she started, “you once wanted to know about my other activities. I’ve been observing you and I feel that you can be trusted to be let in on my secret. I’ve been getting requests from men, guests at the club, who would be willing to pay generous amounts of money to have sex with you.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. I didn’t want to show how excited I was. “How generous?”
She mentioned a sum and it was all I could do not to fall over. I didn’t think prostituting oneself paid that well. “That’s generous. And that’s just for a fuck?”
“Well, it’s not just a fuck. They could pick up any whore off the street for that. They want you for an evening. Or a day. Or a weekend! You’ll be invited to a hotel room or a corporate apartment or even a dinner party. You’ll dress for the occasion. Not like a hooker, but like a classy date. Building up your wardrobe will take a considerable chunk out of your early earnings. You will then be wined and dined by your patron. He will then take you to the privacy of his bedroom where you’ll be expected to perform. He’ll want you to strip for him. He’ll want you to take his clothes off. A lot of men want to be bathed and serviced before fucking you. You will make him believe that you’re loving every moment of it even if you don’t cum, and a lot of the time you won’t cum. But you’ll make him think he’s the world’s greatest lover. When he’s done fucking you he’ll give you an envelope with half your fee – you are not to open this envelope while in his company as you’re selling the illusion that you’d fuck him whether or not he paid you. I’ll have been given the other half as deposit and I’ll give you your share of that when I’ve been given a satisfactory report. I take 20% of your earnings as commission. What do you think?”
It sounded like a lot more hard work than I’d initially thought, but I wanted it. I wanted it all. I’d been teasing men with my dancing for long enough now. I wanted to move on to the next step. I’d realised that the club was a great place to advertise my goods, but now was the time to take this thing to the next level. There was only one problem. I mentioned this to Suzy.
“What’s the problem?” she asked with a suspicious look on her face. “Don’t tell me you’re not clean. You will always use condoms of course. There’s no negotiating out of that. If I find out from a patron that you’re willing to fuck without a condom I will drop you.”
“That’s not it,” I sighed. “In fact, you’re not going to get anyone cleaner than me. I’m a virgin.”
“No shit!” Suzy looked surprised. “That’s a first for me. I was sure you’d fucked around seeing how you tease all the guests at the club.”
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“Definitely not a problem,” Suzy smiled. “Rather the opposite. You can make a lot of money off your virginity, unless you’d rather lose it to a boyfriend or something…”
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I want to fuck. I want to learn to fuck and be fucked.”
“I’ll ask around. I’ll also let some people know that your virginity is for sale at the right price. I’ll let you know.”
The next few weeks were surreal. I kept wondering which of my regulars had made enquiries with Suzy. Some of them had a new light in their eyes when I performed for them and I wondered which ones knew that I was a virgin and that my virginity was for sale. I was soon working three shifts a week and I’d been given a solo show on the stage on Saturdays. I had to come in early for two weeks in order to rehearse the stage strip, and I nailed my first performance, earning me a standing ovation and more tips than I normally earned in a whole evening. Max was overjoyed with me and tried to talk me into a fourth shift, but I declined. I had to keep up with my schoolwork and Suzy had mentioned to me that I should try and keep one or two nights a week open for any “dates” arranged by her.
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