Leaving Salome

Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Jim (Mojavejoe420). We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it.

We’d also like to thank Harvey for his editing expertise.

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I looked out the window and stared aimlessly into the West Texas landscape. I sat in the back seat of my father’s Ford F-250 pickup as we rolled through the seemingly endless sand hills, the natural beauty of the Stockton Plateau, the wooded mountain slopes and the desert grasslands. My mother was asleep in the front seat, resting her head gently against the passenger window as my dad kept his eyes steadily on the road in front of us. His voice jarred me a bit when he spoke.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Jenna?”

I shot him a little smile. “It is,” I said in agreement.

I was born and raised in the small West Texas college town of Salome. I’d traveled with my parents to a few different parts of Texas, but we’d never ventured this far east. About six months ago I learned that my father’s company had transferred him to Dallas. Fortunately, he was able to postpone the move until I could graduate from high school, which allowed me to get my diploma with all the friends I’d grown up with.

Truth be told, I’d lived a very sheltered life. My parents had always shielded and protected me from the dangers of the outside world while leaving me just enough room to explore and have fun. It really was the perfect childhood. I’d loved growing up in a small town where everyone knew everyone else and people didn’t have to lock their doors at night. However, it did have its drawbacks. That closeness also meant that everyone knew your business, which was something that I didn’t always appreciate.

My parents were fairly religious, and because of them I was raised in the Catholic Church and we attended mass every Sunday. When I asked my grandmother why she didn’t go with us on Sunday mornings, her response was, “God scares me when you get him indoors.” He scared me too. The one thing that was ingrained deep into my psyche by Father Patrick each Sunday was guilt; there was never a shortage of guilt when it came to Catholicism.

Looking back, I realized that my strict upbringing had only taught me to be sneaky. Even though I waited to have intercourse until the middle of my senior year, I liked doing … other things … after I turned 18 but never with high-school boys my own age. They tended to have big mouths, and once they got a girl into bed they bragged to their friends, and within a day or so everyone in our small town knew about it. So I ventured onto the college campus and developed an appreciation for college guys. Unlike high-school boys, I figured they could probably do a better job of keeping their mouths shut after I warned them, and what I did with them never got around to the people I cared about.

As hard as the college guys tried, I never gave them my virginity, but taking them into my mouth was always fun. It didn’t take long before I was good at it, really good at it. Unlike a lot of my friends, swallowing was something that I’d always enjoyed and never had a problem with. As it turned out, it was a trait that served me well after I moved to Southern California and got into the porn business.

The countryside continued to roll by as I laid my forehead against the window; at least it was more interesting than the endless flatlands of West Texas. I’m leaving Salome. I had thought about this for years; going somewhere, anywhere, that was more exciting than my sleepy hometown. But this wasn’t the way I had pictured it. Dave Fassbender and I had begun going steady in January of my senior year. We got serious pretty quickly and I fell in love with him. My college-boy activities stopped and I gave my virginity to him in a wonderful night of love and passion. Once we graduated, our plan was to attend Southern Methodist University in Dallas together in the fall. Instead, I was heading there alone. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering back to last week, the big graduation party at Travis Thompson’s house …

We had waited our turn upstairs at Travis’s house for a bedroom to open up. Presently, Becky and Trey emerged from the master and Dave and I made for the room before they even completely exited the door.

Dave and I had discussed this for a few weeks, and we agreed it was finally going to happen. We had been having sex for several months, and I’d been giving him blowjobs, but tonight he was finally going to go down on me. He was kind of nervous but I’d promised it would be fine. I’d even told him it was okay if it didn’t get me there, I just wanted him to try. After a long, hot make-out session of serious kissing and fondling, he finally pulled off my panties, leaving me completely naked on the bed.

“I’m ready,” he whispered.

“I love you,” I whispered back, “no matter what happens.”

He suckled my nipples, which as he knew turned me on immensely. Surges of electricity coursed through my body and reverberated between my legs. I held his head gently, trying not to rush him, but I longed to feel his tongue on my pussy instead of his finger or penis.

He finally slid further down, taking his time, it seemed, until he settled between my legs. I always kept a little tuft of hair above my vagina, but for something different I’d spent the better part of an hour carefully shaving, making sure my vagina was baby-smooth. I knew he and his friends looked at those girls on pornsites and I hoped that maybe if I looked a little more like them … down there … he’d be more willing to take me to a place I’d never been. I opened my legs for him; I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t take much.

“Oh, I love that,” he said while his eyes lustfully peered over my bald vagina. His soft lips landed gently on my outer lips and he kissed me there. I let out a little moan as his tongue furtively penetrated me ever so slightly.

“Yes … David … yesss … you can’t believe how good that feels … oh … God … yes … push your tongue in further,” I cooed.

His instincts were good; his gentle kisses turned more fervent and he sank his tongue deep into my pussy. Little shockwaves churned deep in my stomach and I ran my fingers through his hair as my hips rose to meet his mouth. I needed his tongue in me, I fucking loved him, loved this so much. His mouth on me was even better than I’d imagined. My arousal rose quickly, my passion took over, and I urged his head up a little. “Yes, baby, lick my clit,” I moaned.

I moaned even louder, losing my mind in ecstasy. The pressure built to unbearable levels; I gritted my teeth and squealed as his tongue caressed my clit. I could barely speak between gasps. “It feels so good … baby … just a little more … just like that … your tongue … just like that,” I gasped.

My thighs clamped on the sides of his head and my hands instinctively pushed his head down hard into my pussy as I began grinding my hips into his mouth and tongue. He slid two fingers deep inside me and I let out a little grunt. My more aggressive moves may have shocked him but he held his tongue firmly on my clit as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I bucked against his face, involuntarily thrashing as more lightning bolts shot through my core as I released.

My body went limp and I may have passed out, I’m not sure, but my mind floated in the orgasmic haze for several moments, it was the most pleasurable thing I’d ever experienced. When my brain began functioning again, I found David sitting on the side of the bed, alternately chugging from his bottle of Shiner Bock and wiping his face with his t-shirt.

“You seemed to like that, babe, huh? You … ummm … you sure came a lot.” He wiped his face again.

David, I’ll love you forever if you keep doing that to me. A little smile broke over my face. “Loved it, I loved that, honey. You were amazing.” I reached out to him and pulled him back to me; I needed him inside me. After that intense experience, I wanted to be one with him.

“Make love to me, baby. Take me, I need you … now … baby.”

What we’d just done was wonderful, but my lust for him hadn’t been sated. This primal urge, this feeling from somewhere deep and somewhere dark within my soul, required his cock inside me and his body on top of me.

I opened my legs and he quickly crawled between them. There was no delay in his sudden, quick movement; he took his cock in his hand and sank himself into me with one hard, deep thrust. Normally, his movements were soft and gentle, but not that night. His jackhammering thrusts nearly took my breath away. “Yes, baby, nice and deep, just like that,” I moaned in ecstasy. He slid on top of me and his weight crushed me into the mattress. Our sweat sensually mixed together as he pounded me out. I wrapped my legs around his torso to pull him in deeper.

This was unlike anything we’d ever done. He’d always made love to me, but this was something so totally different. This wasn’t making love anymore, we were fucking and I couldn’t get enough of it. I got lost in the hedonistic moment and I gently bit his shoulder. He tensed up and groaned in pain but it only spurred him on.

His breathing changed, he began to grunt, and his body stiffened. I felt each heavy, thick spurt singe the walls of my vagina, his pulsing cock expanding inside me and bathing me in his fiery hot semen. I held onto him for dear life as we came together, our bodies soaring, gliding effortlessly through space as the world drifted blissfully away.

“That was awesome,” he said as he kissed my cheek and rose up. “You’re great!” He grabbed his beer, finished the rest of it, and then he looked around the floor, trying to find his clothes.

I rose up and pressed my breasts against his naked back, kissing his shoulder. “Come back and hold me, kiss me some more.” I was a little annoyed that he didn’t want to cuddle or talk to me after everything we’d just experienced together, but I knew my gentle, romantic gesture would bring him around.

He turned his head, gave me a peck on the cheek, and then he stood up. “We shouldn’t be selfish, there are like ten other couples lined up in the hallway to use this room.”

My jaw dropped open. “I don’t give a shit about other people,” I scolded, “we’re not going to see each other for three months and I wanted this night to be ours. This has to hold both of us over until you come to Dallas in the fall–”

“Yeah … ummm … about that. Look, Jenna, I probably should have told you earlier, but remember that I got accepted to Ohio State, too? I’ve decided I’m going to go there.”

My blood ran cold and I felt it drain from my face. I sat on the bed, stunned. “We’re going to SMU together, just like we’ve planned for months. We’re going to live together, make a new life together, and … you know … when we graduate we’re going to get mar–” My words broke off as the realization of what he’d told me hit home: None of my dreams of us being together will ever come true.

He buckled his belt in his jeans. “Babe, we’ve had a lot of fun, but–”

“Don’t!” I snarled. Startled, he stopped talking. “Don’t call me Babe again, ever. This … this is the biggest lie you could have possibly told me.”

“Aw, hon, don’t be like that. We’ve had some great times, and some great sex, let’s just remember the good times, okay? I still want to be friends.”

How can you stand there and act like none of this matters? This whole year has been a lie? I am in love with you! I wanted to marry you! I wanted to have your babies! A few times during our senior year I’d even fantasized about getting off the pill. How could I have been so stupid?

I felt his semen leaking out of me and dripping onto my inner thigh. When David finished dressing he looked at me and held his arms open. “How about a goodbye hug?”

I seethed with anger. I reached down and scooped some of our cum off the inside of my leg and flung it at him, several gobs landing on his face and shirt.

“Perfect, bitch. Just perfect. By the way, all that … whatever it is that comes out of you after we fuck? It’s kinda gross.”

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“Huh?” I asked. Dad had said something but I missed it in my reverie.

“I said it will be great to have somewhere else to eat other than just a Waffle House, won’t it? Dallas has so many world-class restaurants.” He smiled at me in the rear-view mirror.

At least he’s trying. Someone is trying to make me happy. “Yeah, Daddy, it’s going to be great.” I gave him a smile back and his eyes returned to the road.

It was hard to generate any enthusiasm for anything right now. I should have been excited about this new chapter in my life. Instead I just felt hollow, empty, and worthless. Again, my mind drifted back to that horrible night. After the ugly fight with David, my evening had only gotten worse.

That nagging little voice inside my head echoed in the recesses of my consciousness and she sounded remarkably like my mother. You were a total whore, but did that make you feel better? Did you get even with him? Everything you did with them?

I hated that voice and I just wanted her to stop. But she was right, and that only made me feel worse. After David’s revelation and our horrible fight, I stumbled downstairs and began slamming whatever the alcoholic punch was that someone had concocted and I got pretty drunk. I could barely remember Travis and his best friend, Jim, walking into the kitchen, and after a minute or so I was alone with them. I would love to say that it was them who’d initiated our three-way make-out session, but that would be a lie; it was me. I remember their tongues in my mouth and their hands roaming up and down my body. I should have pushed them away and gone back out to the party or, better yet, gone home, but I hadn’t. My only thought was finding someplace that offered more privacy because anyone could have walked into the kitchen in a search for more alcohol.

When I’d voiced my concern for privacy, it was Travis who suggested that we take things to their large walk-in pantry. Once we were all inside and he’d shut the door, I complied with their request and took off my top and bra and showed them my tits, as they called them. I always hated that word and found it to be incredibly vulgar. Still, in my inebriated state, I said it repeatedly, asking the guys if they liked them as they both slid their jeans down and began slowly stroking their cocks.

Under their lecherous stares, I pinched and pulled my nipples until they stood proudly off my breasts. Travis hesitantly ran his hand over them, and when he saw that I wasn’t going to stop him they both began roughly pawing them. I hated to admit this, but something dark within me took over. I got onto my knees, pushed Travis’s hand away from his cock, and took it into my mouth and throat. After seeing what I was willing to do, Jim pushed his member into my face, and I let Travis’s cock slip from my mouth and took the new one inside.

I wanted this delicious new experience to last, but they weren’t college guys and neither of them had much control. As one started to get close, I let him slip from my mouth and fellated the other. This rotation helped prolong their impending orgasms, but only for a couple of minutes, even though I wanted the experience to last much longer. I took Jim into my mouth one last time and his breathing changed and his body stiffened. Thick spurts of semen hit the back of my mouth and some landed on my tongue, I had to swallow a couple of times to get all of it down.

When his cock started to soften I let it slip from my lips and Travis quickly shoved his inside. I gave the head a couple of hard sucks before he slid back and began to furiously stroke his shaft. I kept my mouth open and a couple of long, thick ropes shot inside my mouth. He became a bit unsteady on his feet and another blast landed on the bridge of my nose and forehead. The last spurt hit my breast and nipple. While they looked down watching me, I swallowed what was in my mouth and then used my fingers to collect as much as I could from my face and breasts before licking my sticky fingers clean and swallowing one last time.

They’d stared at me for several seconds, it was as if neither of them knew what to say. Fortunately, they quickly pulled up their jeans and made a quick exit. After I’d cleaned up the best I could, I hurriedly made my way to my car. I sat in the driver’s seat for over an hour, alternately crying, screaming in rage, and thinking quietly about my life. Eventually, I sobered up enough that I was able to drive home safely.

Another proud moment for you! My internal voice said snidely. I looked out the window again in utter disgust at myself.

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Once my family reached Dallas, we were met by the large moving truck with all our family’s possessions. For the next few days I helped my parents unpack all our belongings and we settled into our new home in the suburbs. The next week my father started work at his new office and my mother had gotten a job at an accounting firm, which left me home alone during the day, and it didn’t take long before boredom set in. I’d worked part-time as a waitress in a small diner throughout much of my junior and senior years of high school, which gave me a measure of financial independence so I didn’t have to constantly ask my parents for money. Because I had three months before college classes began, I started scouring the internet for job opportunities, which immediately led to a fight with my parents once they learned of the job I’d found.

“Hooters, you’ve got to be kidding me,” my dad said while we ate our evening meal together.

“It’s just a waitress job, just like the one I had for two years,” I countered while my dad gave me an evil stink-eye.

“I’ve seen those uniforms they make their girls wear, and I don’t like it,” my mother said disgustedly.

“It’s shorts and a tank top, Mom, just like I wear around the house every day.”

She cut her eyes at me. “It’s very tight shorts and tank top. The clothes you wear around the house aren’t form-fitting, Jenna, and … you never had to wear that type of revealing clothing at your old job.”

“This isn’t Salome, this is Dallas, and it’s the only job I could find.”

That was a white lie, or maybe an outright bold lie. There were other waitress jobs that were available. However, I had to admit the truth, at least to myself; the thought of wearing a tight tank top and little booty shorts was sexy to me. I loved the idea of dressing somewhat provocatively and showing off a bit in a public setting.

“If you need some extra money we can help you, you don’t have to do this,” my father said while shooting me an exasperated look.

“I don’t want your money, Dad, I want to earn it for myself and be independent.”

Both of my parents had always worked and we’d always lived comfortably. For the time being I knew I had to live with them, but this job could help me be more financially independent. From what I’d read online, a good server at Hooters made great tips, due mostly to the fact of what she was required to wear. Additionally, I excelled at being flirty and building a rapport with customers. This job was perfect for me and I saw it, even if my parents didn’t.

My mother shot my father a somewhat evil look. “She gets this from you … this stubborn, rebellious streak.”

My dad took a deep breath. I could see he was resigning himself to the fact that this was going to happen. “You’re 18, an adult now, and we can’t stop you, we can only advise against it.”

“Everything will be okay, I promise, it’s just a waitressing job and it’s no big deal … both of you are making this into something bigger than what it really is.”

What I said was true, it was just a waitressing job. However, looking back, I realize now that it was the first step, the first move, that put me on a path that would forever change the course of the rest of my life.

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“Can I get you another beer, Sir?” I said while flashing the old man who was sitting in front of me another big, flirty smile. Not that it mattered in the slightest, but he was old enough to be my grandfather. The older ones always seemed to have more money anyway.

“I’d love that, darlin’,” he said in a thick Texas drawl. I watched as he overtly ran his eyes over my little white tank top. Then he ran his thick sausage-like fingers over my arm and I shot him another sexy smile while gently running the tips of my fingers over his shoulder. It was a little flirtatious move that would get me at least a $20 tip when he finished his meal and settled his check.

“Coming right up, sweetie,” I said before turning and walking away. I didn’t even have to turn around and look because I knew his eyes were glued to my ass as I swayed my hips sexily and sashayed away. I could also sense dozens of eyes on me as I walked through the restaurant to the bar. The men’s and even some of the women’s eyes roamed over my body … subtly gawking at my legs, my ass, and my breasts. I had to admit the truth, it was a huge turn-on and it made me feel very sexy.

When I reached the counter, Carmen, the evening bartender, shot me a knowing smile. “I saw what you did back there; you’re straight-up devious, girl.”

“It helps with the tips,” I said while smiling brightly at her. And if I’m being honest, I do like the thrill I get knowing that these men like looking at me, that they are thinking about me.

“You’ve only been here … what … two weeks, and you’re already making better money than girls who’ve worked here for years.”

“You just have to know how to work them and give them what they want; it’s not really that difficult.”

What she said was true, though. I was taking home about $300 in tips each night. When I worked on the weekends and it was really busy and we were steadily turning tables I got considerably more. I’d been issued a size-small uniform and worn it for a week. The customers liked it, but when I turned it in for an extra-small, my tips doubled and I knew I’d made the right move. The smaller tank top helped push my large 34D’s upward and put just a little more of the tops of my breasts on display. Additionally, the ultra-tight shorts left just a bit of the bottom of my ass cheeks visible through the nude nylons; it was a bold move that the old men really appreciated.

After I brought the old guy his beer it was time for my break. I ordered a hamburger, and once I’d received it I retreated to the break room and sat down at the table. I was feeling a bit dejected, and I wasn’t sure why. I was making really good money and I should have been satisfied, but I wasn’t … I wanted more, but I didn’t know what.

Because I lived with my parents, I didn’t really have any bills and I was saving a lot of money. Once college started I figured on living at home but I pondered the possibility of living in the dorms or maybe even being able to afford a small apartment of my own. The thought of being out on my own and being more independent was very appealing. I didn’t mind living at home with my parents, but there had to be more to life than this. It was a disturbing feeling. No matter how good I had it, I always wanted more and I wasn’t sure why.

There was a large stack of newspapers on the break-room table, and almost unconsciously I began thumbing through them. As I perused the classifieds, my eyes stopped at an advertisement that immediately caught my attention.

Wanted: Dancers

Excellent $$$

Flexible Hours

You Are:

Beautiful, Athletic, Flirtatious, Reliable

Contact: Tony, Manager, The Spearmint Rhino

With this the ‘more’ I was looking for? I wasn’t quite sure yet. Wearing a skimpy little uniform when I waited tables was one thing, but what I was now considering was in an entirely different league and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. Also, there were my parents to consider. They’d given me such a difficult time when I told them I was going to be working at Hooters. But this … damn. I didn’t wear much at Hooters, but I did wear something. Working at a strip club? That would send them right over the edge.

I had the next two days off and I spent the first day researching and reading articles about what it was like to dance in a gentlemen’s club. After reading a few testimonials from some of the girls who danced in the Dallas area, I realized it was hard work and very physically demanding. However, I was in very good shape and I still hit the gym four to five times a week either before or after my shift at Hooters. I also learned that it was possible to make well over twice as much dancing as I could waiting tables. If I could summon the courage to actually go through with it, I’d definitely be able to get my own apartment. Also, I reasoned that it might be possible to continue dancing even after classes started. I could dance on Friday and Saturday nights, the two busiest days of the week for a gentleman’s club, which would give me some extra spending money and even supplement the college fund that my parents had started for me. I also thought that if I didn’t like it, or if it ended up being too much once I was in college, I could always quit.

Would I really be able to do this? Could I take my clothes off in front of strangers? Could I … show them everything? Maybe I could just go topless, would that even pay the same?

I spent the entire day mulling everything over. I even made a list of pros and cons but quickly threw it away as I was stacking my answers in favor of going nude. Nude. Tens of people, maybe a hundred people, would be looking at me, all of me. I hated to admit it, but the thought made me tingle. I still wasn’t convinced this was the right move, but I felt confident enough to take the next step.

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The next day I stepped into the large, expansive space of the Spearmint Rhino. Even though it was just a little past noon, it was almost pitch dark inside because very few lights were on. There were three stages directly in front of me and there were tables set up all around them. Each stage had a tall pole in the center that was attached to the floor and the ceiling. The low light prevented me from really checking out the space. However, it appeared to be very clean. In all honesty, the place seemed pretty decent; I guess I was expecting it to be … tackier.

Initially, I’d had no idea what I should wear for this little interview, but after trying on a few different outfits I settled on a faded little jean skirt, tight blue buttoned silk top, and a matching black lace bra and thong. In keeping with the casual look, I also wore my new pair of Cocobelle gilded leather sandals.

The only man I saw was the bartender who was stocking bottles behind the counter. Hesitantly I made my way over to him. I waited at the bar for several seconds until he turned around and acknowledged my presence. His eyes slowly moved up and down my body until he finally looked up into my eyes.

“Can I help you, Miss?”

“I’m Jenna Erickson and I have an appointment with Tony.”

He picked up the phone and hit a couple of numbers, said a few things under his breath, and then hung up. “Follow me.”

He came out from behind the bar and then took a left as I followed behind him. We passed through a door that had a large sign prominently displayed that read No Admittance. After we walked about ten more feet he knocked on another door, then opened it.

“Thank you, Joe, I’ve got it from here,” a voice said from inside the room. Joe held the door open for me and I walked inside.

There was a big burly guy sitting behind a desk and my eyes hesitantly met his. “You’re Jenna, correct?”

“Yes,” I said shyly. I tried to keep smiling and looking at him so as to present a pleasant attitude, but he wasn’t an attractive man. His white shirt collar hadn’t been professionally laundered in maybe ever, and sweat ran down the sides of his face even though I felt a bit of a chill in the air. At least he’s not wearing a cowboy hat, oh, there it is on a hook on the wall.

“Have a seat,” he said while pointing at the chair in front of his desk. His eyes traveled up and down my body as I sat down.

“So, you want to dance?”

“Yes, I do,” I said in a confident voice that belied the nervousness I was feeling.

“And you’re 18?”

“Yes, I’m 18.”

“Can I see your driver’s license?”

I reached into my little clutch purse, pulled it out, and handed it to him. He looked it over, verifying my age, then stood up, put it in the copy machine that was behind him, made a duplicate, and then handed it back to me.

“Is the information correct? Your license says that you’re 5’6″ and you weigh 120 pounds.”

I had actually weighed 116 this morning, but it was close enough. No use splitting hairs, I reasoned. “Yes, Sir, it’s correct.”

“Have you ever danced before?”

I thought of lying and telling him I had, but in the end I decided against it. “No, I haven’t.”

“What do you do for work, then?”

“I’m a server at Hooters and I’m going to start college classes this fall.”

He smiled. “A lot of our first-timers come from there.”

“I can imagine,” I said shyly.

The tone of his voice changed. “You understand that you’ll be dancing nude, not topless,” he said a bit more sternly.

“Yes, I understand.”

He took a moment and collected his thoughts. “It looks like you have a great body and you’re pretty enough, that’s obvious to anyone, but your looks aren’t the issue here, it’s your willingness to do this job.”

“My willingness?”

“I want you working for me and I’m not trying to talk you out of this, but dancing nude in front of hundreds of men isn’t an easy thing to do for most women.”

His words were starting to sink in, hundreds of people. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s true.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, about half of the new girls don’t make it through their first night, so this is what I always recommend to someone who hasn’t danced before. I’ll put you on the schedule on one of your days off. If it works out and you like it, great; but if you find this isn’t for you, you’re not really out anything.”

I was even more apprehensive now than when I’d walked through the door. However, I liked that he was upfront and honest with me. I still wasn’t sure if I could do this and I didn’t want to quit a good job at Hooters before I knew this was something I could handle. I also didn’t want him to know that I had doubts and reservations. “That sounds like a plan,” I said confidently.

“When would you like to try this?”

I thought for a moment. “This Friday.” I’d have to call out sick and I knew my boss would be pissed, but I was one of his best servers. At most I’d get a verbal warning, but I was fairly certain he wouldn’t fire me over calling out once.

“I’ll put you on the schedule from 4:00 until midnight. There’s a $100 fee per shift.”

I didn’t like the idea of giving up a C-note for the privilege of working an eight-hour shift and taking off my clothes. However, I knew from my research that this tip-out was a standard practice and there wasn’t any way around it.

“Okay, that sounds reasonable.”

“We also have a strict ‘no hands’ policy while you give lap dances. Our customers know that their hands should be at their sides and they shouldn’t be touching you,” he said sternly. “We have a lot of security guards here and our main priority is to keep you safe while you’re out among the men.”

“Thank you.”

“Also, do you see these?” Tony pointed to a security camera mounted high on the wall behind him and another one on the wall behind me. “They are infrared cameras, meaning they can see in the dark.”

“Okay.”

“That means we are always watching, and that leads me to our big rule: There cannot, at any time, be any sexual acts conducted on the premises.”

My eyes got wide. “Ummm … okay.”

“What you do with the customers on your own time is none of my business, but what you do here is my business.”

“So as Chris Rock would say, there’s no sex in the champagne room?” I teased.

He laughed. “Exactly.”

We went over a few more rules and he gave me a couple of sheets of paper outlining the various procedures he had for the dancers. By the time he was finished I thought my head would explode. I still felt very hesitant and unsure of myself, but I was also excited at the prospect of trying this and the money that I could make. I waited semi-patiently for him to continue.

“Great. There’s only one thing left, then. You look great with your clothes on, but that’s not why people come here.”

“Of course,” I agreed. But he didn’t say anything else, he just looked at me like he expected me to say something else or … wait! He wants me to do something! I think he wants me to … strip? “Oh, right,” I mumbled while taking a second to collect my thoughts. “So you want me to …”

“If you would, please. I have a lot to do today.” He nodded his head and spread his hands out in front of him as if to say Go ahead.

Yes, of course you’re busy and you don’t have time to waste on someone who can’t perform. I took a deep breath and managed to stand up. Okay. girl, it’s now or never.

He picked up his smartphone and hit a few buttons, and some rock song that I’d never heard before started playing. As the singer sang about his love for Cherry Pie, my body froze. I wanted to move, I really did, but it was as if my limbs wouldn’t respond to my brain’s commands. Ten seconds went by as I just stood there, my hands on the back of the chair.

Tony sighed with exasperation. “Please tell me that this hasn’t been just a waste of my time,” he said sternly. He reached for his phone again, presumably to turn the music off.

“Wait!” I blurted out. Come on! We have to do this now, I thought desperately.

My hips finally swayed to the beat and my body followed. I closed my eyes and said to myself, You’re in your room, dancing in front of the mirror, like you’ve done a thousand times.

Slowly, I got into it, and I willed my body to react and move to the music. I moved my hands to my blouse and began sexily unbuttoning it from the top while erotically swaying my hips. I slipped the little top off and let it fall onto the floor. I opened my eyes and looked straight into Tony’s eyes, demanding he pay attention to me. While continuing to grind my hips seductively, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. With one hand I saucily threw my bra at him; it hit his chest and I used my arm to create a little hand-bra which momentarily covered my breasts.

I loved the look of lust that was etched on his face. Slowly, I lowered my arm, which exposed my breasts fully to him. While I continued to gyrate my hips wantonly, I swayed my head from side to side and my hair flew as I shook my head to the hard beat of the music, I cupped my breasts for a few moments, teasing my nipples to full hardness, and I smiled sexily at him. In spite of his rough demeanor, he smiled. I’ve got him, I thought.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my tight little jean skirt, shimmying my hips side to side as I slowly lowered it down. I managed to get it over my sandals without falling down and then stood there in front of him, my hands on my hips in my Wonder Woman pose with just my black lace thong protecting me. Tony breathed in through his slightly open mouth, leaning forward slightly. Moment of truth, girl. Let’s cross that line.

I was terrified, but also emboldened by the music and something else I couldn’t describe. I turned sideways to him so he could see my large breasts hang down as I bent over, sliding the thong down my legs. I turned away from him completely, showing him my firm round ass. In that hedonistic moment, it was as if all my inhibitions vanished. Do it, show him how bad you want this. You can do it.

I leaned forward, put my hands on my ass cheeks, and pulled them apart so he could see my bare bottom; he could see everything. I spread my legs further apart, giving him a better view. Then a wicked thought flashed through my mind, and without thinking I just did it. I snaked my hand between my legs so that my fingers settled on my pussy, giving me a nice little tingle. Then I ran two fingers over the lips of my vagina, splitting them. Astonishingly, I was wet. Teasingly, I dipped the tips of my fingers into my pussy for a couple of seconds before quickly removing them. I turned my head to look at him again, but he was watching my hand, not my face. Then I pressed my index finger deep inside my pussy, soaking it. I turned to face him and slowly brought my finger to my lips. Just as the song ended, I looked deep into his eyes and sucked the secretions off my finger.

“Jesus Christ.”

I gave him a seductive but innocent smile. “So it was okay?”

“You’re hired,” he said breathlessly, “I’ll see you on Friday?”

“Yes, you will.”

– – – – –

I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the week but I was able to work my shifts at Hooters. After work I did a little shopping at Victoria’s Secret in the mall and was able to buy some outfits for Friday night as well as a pair of four-inch clear-plastic heels that I’d read were popular among dancers. I hid my purchases in the trunk of my old Toyota Corolla, ensuring that my parents wouldn’t find them. Regardless of how this little experiment with dancing worked out, I didn’t want them knowing about it. To be honest, I wasn’t that worried. They were so absorbed with their careers I was barely a blip on their radar.

On Friday morning my parents left for work and I called out of mine. Just as I’d figured, my boss was pissed. I was pretty certain he didn’t believe me when I told him that I had come down with the flu, and he stated that he wanted to see me in his office before I started my shift when I returned to work on Saturday. I knew he was going to give me a verbal reprimand, which I had expected, but it didn’t concern me. He wasn’t going to fire me; I still had a job, and that was all I cared about.

At 3:30 I approached the back door of the Spearmint Rhino and was met by a behemoth of a black man who had the word Security emblazoned prominently across the chest of his black t-shirt. Droplets of sweat formed on his bald head from the nearly unbearable Texas heat and humidity.

“Who might you be, little darlin’?” I’d expected him to have a deep booming voice to match his size, but instead he seemed rather soft-spoken but with deep undertones that made me feel welcome.

“I’m Jenna Erickson, I’m supposed to start at four.” I was surprised that I could hear the music from the club out there; the thumping bass line droning on.

He checked his clipboard while I willed myself not to sweat. “I got you right here, girl. My name’s Lucius. You have any trouble tonight, you come find me and the trouble will end.” I thanked him and he opened the door. A blast of cool air and loud music greeted me as I stepped inside.

He directed me down a long hallway that led to the dressing room, which was filled with about a dozen other girls. I picked an open locker and a station to do my hair and make-up. Most of the women in the room shot me cold, glaring looks and at first I wasn’t sure why … but then I realized I was their new competition. It made me feel very self-conscious and unsure of myself. Fortunately, one of the girls took pity on me.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re bitches, it’s just something you’ll have to get used to,” she said with a soft smile.

“Thank you,” I said shyly.

“I’m Raven, and it’s nice to meet you.” She was a beautiful Hispanic girl with long, flowing, jet-black hair and caramel-colored skin. I was tempted to give her my real name but I assumed these girls only went by their stage names.

“I’m Madi, and it’s nice to meet you too.”

“Madi,” she said while giving me one more once-over, “the guys out there are gonna love you.”

Tony had told me during the interview that I’d need a stage name and I’d had no idea what to go by. After some careful consideration, I decided on the name of my first dog that my parents had gotten for me as a Christmas present when I was a child. Then she took my hand.

“C’mon, the first thing I always do is check the schedule,” she said.

We walked across the room to a clipboard that was hanging on the wall. “You’ll be on the main stage all night and dancing third; Tony must like you.”

A little blush broke over my face. I was fairly certain I’d made a pretty good impression on him, but now I was sure. “My interview must have gone better than I thought,” I said. I was still very nervous, but knowing that he was impressed with me gave me a little confidence.

She looked into my unsure eyes. “You’ve never danced before, huh?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“The only advice I can give you is to own it. Be confident, act like you’ve done this for years, and trust me, the men will eat it up.”

“Okay.” I wanted to say something more substantive, but I was so debilitatingly nervous it was as if my mind refused to form coherent thoughts.

“We’d better start getting ready, I’m up first tonight, but watch me and see how I do it, that will help.”

As we walked back to the long row of chairs at the make-up counter someone called out, “Break a leg, Raven!”

“Eat shit, Bambi!”

Raven’s response took me aback. I turned to see Bambi chewing gum and gluing her fake eyelashes to her lids. Not to be mean, but she had a lot of make-up on and I thought maybe she could use even more. She continued her little welcome speech to me. “And maybe your little friend will break hers, too. That would be too bad if she fell off the stage her first and only night.”

“Anything happens to her,” Raven said in a low voice, “and I’ll cut your ugly face in the parking lot.”

I stared wide-eyed at Raven, but she just winked at me. “Like I said, you’ll get used to it.”

We sat next to each other at our stations and I checked my hair and make-up one last time, ensuring it was perfect. Then I changed into the first outfit that I’d purchased. It was a sexy school-girl uniform complete with a short red-and-black plaid skirt, a white tied top that resembled a bikini, white thigh-high stockings, and a sexy little matching white lace G-string and bra. I’d also done my hair in pigtails, which I hoped would complete the little school-girl look. Once we were both done, she gave me one last check-out. I’d never worn 4-inch heels and I’d spent the entire day in them so I would be comfortable wearing them on stage. Thankfully, they went perfectly with my white bra and G-string.

When we were done we stood up. “The guys are going to love that outfit, girl. The little school-girl thing always goes over well here.”

“Thank you, I hope so,” I said hesitantly.

“Hey! What are you going to use for a purse? You can’t bring that with you, it’s too big.” She pointed at my Fendi, which was standard size, but I could see why it seemed bulky for my little outfit. “Come on, I’ve got something for you.”

We went to her locker. Bambi kept her mouth shut this time but I could see her watching me in her mirror. I just smiled at her and followed Raven.

“Here, this will work for tonight, but you should get your own.” She handed me a small plain white purse; it was about the size of a pack of cigarettes with a gold chain for a strap. Raven looped it over my head. “Yeah, you look great now! You’re gonna knock ’em dead.”

I was still incredibly nervous, but her kind words and much-needed assistance were helping me build a little confidence. She was wearing a purple lace babydoll nightie that had garters to hold up her white stockings and she truly looked striking.

“You look great too,” I said, but there was one thing that was still bothering me — lap dances. I needed to know what I could and couldn’t do. Tony had given me a book that contained a bunch of rules, but I couldn’t remember all of them and I wanted to hear what really went on in the VIP area.

“So … ummm …” I faltered. I was ashamed at sounding so dumb about something so simple.

“What is it, hon?” Raven smiled at me, putting me a tiny bit more at ease.

“The lap dances, am I … do the guys … should–”

“Honey,” she laughed and put her hand on my arm. “Every time you hear the DJ speak, that’s a song change. Don’t lose track. Make sure you sign in with Terry at the VIP desk. You can’t grab their cocks, but you can grind on them and rub against them.”

“Okay, but what about … them … you know … touching me? They aren’t supposed to, right?”

Raven laughed again. “Girl, if you want tips, you will figure that out.”

I guess that’s helpful? But I’d better seem appreciative. “Okay, thanks, Raven. Did I tell you already that you look stunning?” I had at least a million more questions that I wanted to ask her, but the large clock on the wall told me that it was a couple of minutes before 4:00.

“Thank you, sweetie, we don’t want to be late, let’s go.” She took my hand again and led me to the entrance of the main stage. “Wait here, this will give you the perfect view of what I do.”

I’d thought the music was loud before, but here by the main stage it was near concert levels and I could feel the beat in my stomach. I nervously patted down my tiny skirt and checked myself in a mirror for the hundredth time. Butterflies were nervously churning in my stomach and yet I also felt that familiar tingle between my legs.

Raven walked out onto the main stage, the DJ introduced her, and a thunderous applause erupted from the audience. It was now very easy to see why she was dancing in the first position. A slow, sexy R&B song began to play and she started to slowly gyrate around the tall silver pole in the center of the stage. When I looked into the audience, the look of lust from the hundred or so men in the audience was unmistakable. Over three songs she slowly stripped out of her lingerie a little at a time, and when the final song ended she was naked. She collected her clothes and the dollar bills that were littered all over the stage. Raven approached me and started putting on her little outfit.

“That’s how it’s done, Madi,” she said with a little smile.

“You were just amazing,” I said, still in awe. “What happens now?”

“I go out and ask the guys if they want lap dances.”

“Oh, okay.”

Then a tall, pretty black girl walked past us. “Still giving your little bitch lessons, Raven?” she sneered.

Raven cut her eyes. “She’ll make twice the money you will tonight, Smoke.”

“Yeah, right,” she countered as she wanted out onto the stage.

Raven looked at me. “Don’t listen to her, okay? You’ll do great.” She paused for a moment. “Watch how she dances, though; she’s a stupid cunt but she knows how to work the pole and the men love her.”

“I will.”

She gave me a little hug, which I returned. “Remember what I said, girl, own it, no fear, okay?”

I smiled nervously. “Okay.”

Raven walked down the steps and started going from table to table, and I focused my attention on the black girl, Smoke. She was incredibly athletic, just like Raven, and I studied her every movement during her set, mentally taking notes on her technique. Once her three songs were done she collected her lingerie and the bills that men had thrown on the stage and walked towards me.

“Don’t fall, bitch. I’d hate to see you get hurt out there,” she sneered.

I rolled my eyes and did the best I could to ignore her. When the DJ introduced me I took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage.

Like most girls my age, I had danced a lot in my bedroom with girlfriends or by myself while growing up, trying to emulate famous singers’ videos. But I had never danced in front of people, and certainly not in front of sexed-up men while I was naked.

I’d chosen Rihanna’s song Only Girl in the World as my debut dance number as I had probably danced the most to that one as a kid. I got a decent roar of excitement from the crowd and I managed not to fall down on my first move; a grab of the pole and a full-circle swing around it.

Come on, feel it! I scolded myself.

I struck a classic Rihanna pose, legs apart with my arms straight up to the sky. I slowly brought them down so my hands flowed through my hair, touching the sides of my upturned face

Look sexy, be sexy!

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly as I tilted my head in what I hoped were sensual movements. I lowered my hands further still, down to the sides of my breasts, where I paused to squeeze them together. That got some hoots and hollers, which made me smile.

Okay, we’re doing something right. Keep it sexy!

I faced away from the audience and mimicked a move I had just seen Raven perform; I bent over with my legs straight and flipped up the back of my skirt, then looked at the crowd through my legs. I could see one-dollar bills appearing on the floor, some crumpled up and thrown, others floating down gently like leaves.

Before I knew it, the song ended. I realized that the club didn’t play full-length songs, they cut them all down to about two-and-a-half minutes or so. That’s good for us dancers, shorter songs mean more lap dances per hour. However, I hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing. I saw Raven in the audience, sitting on some guy’s lap, and she looked me in the eye while she applauded me. That was the encouragement I needed. I took off my little purse and tossed it behind me to the back of the stage; the purse wasn’t supposed to be part of the act but I don’t think anyone noticed.

The moment the DJ ended his little spiel about getting some lap dances, the second song started and I untied my white blouse. The mood of the crowd changed from one of mild excitement to a more serious feeling; they knew my top was coming off and they were ready to see my breasts.

I slipped off my blouse to reveal my white-lace bra. The demi-cups allowed a lot of my breasts to jiggle as I sauntered around the stage. I reached back and fiddled with the clasps.

This is it, you got this, girl.

Instead of acting all shy, I decided to just drop it on the ground as if nothing mattered. I danced hard to Usher’s DJ Got Us Falling In Love, my full breasts bouncing everywhere. A lot of money now appeared on the floor, twice as much as during my first dance, and it just kept coming. I made sure to stop center-stage and cup my breasts, giving them several good squeezes before I did another full turn on the pole. I figured we were close to the end of the song, so I placed my hands on my hips and shimmied side-to-side while pushing my tiny skirt down. I ended the song topless in only my thong and thigh-high white stockings.

The DJ ran through his twenty-second spiel about getting lap dances while I collected my thoughts. My nerves had settled somewhat but there was still one more thing to do, remove my thong and expose myself completely to these guys. I tweaked my nipples to get them to stiffen as my last song started, Shake That by Nate Dogg and Eminem. The song is about two friends going to a strip club so it seemed a natural choice, although somewhat clichéd. Still, the hard driving beat permeated my body and I couldn’t help but move to it.

I turned away from the crowd and shook, or maybe jerked is a better word, my ass to the beat. I slipped my fingers through my little thong string and slid it down with the beat, moving my bottom from side to side as the thong fell lower and lower. The crowd went wild as the DJ hit some very bright lights to highlight my ass.

Atta girl! They seem to love your asshole, now show them everything.

I closed my legs to let my thong drop to the floor, then I spun halfway around to face the audience again. Without any further ado, I spread my legs and reached down to the sides of my pussy and pulled my lips apart. Raven had done this earlier, showing them her pink inner lips.

I felt my face flush as the men cheered; I was embarrassed, but I didn’t think anyone was looking at my face. I brought my left hand up to cup my breast while the fingers of my right slid back and forth over my pussy.

My … wet pussy! The butterflies have flown and now I’m … excited?

I strutted around the edge of the stage, no longer afraid, so I could be closer to the men. In fact I felt empowered, these men were putty in my hands. I felt I could get them to do anything I wanted. I licked my fingers and tasted my arousal. The rules were very clear on not inserting anything inside my body, but I could run my fingers between my pussy lips and over my clit, which felt amazing while being watched by the audience.

My mind began to swim in a sexual fog, to the point that I felt somewhat detached from the club and all of its goings-on and just enjoyed myself in an almost out-of-body experience. Before I knew it, the song ended and I found myself onstage with my left hand holding my breast up to my mouth, my tongue circling my nipple, and my right hand stroking my clit. Dollar bills flew all around me and it took me a moment to realize that I needed to pick them all up. I got down on my hands and knees as I tried to sweep them together into a pile. The next girl up, Candace, a sexy and petite little Latina, actually came out to help me as I was taking too long. I stuffed handfuls of dollar bills into my purse and it was soon overflowing, and I was only about half done.

I finally got offstage. I quickly put my little outfit back on. Adrenaline was still surging through my body; it was a mind-blowing high that I hadn’t expected. This was actually a lot of fun, showing off in such an overt, sexual way, and I loved the roar of applause that I’d received from the guys. Hesitantly, I walked out into the large space in front of the stage. There were two men sitting at the first table I came to and one of them immediately flagged me down.

“You’re hotter’n a two-dollar pistol, ain’t ya, girl? Can I get me a dance?” he said in a deep southern drawl.

My eyes widened. “Yeah … ummm … sure.”

He was older, maybe in his mid-forties, and wearing tight jeans, a western shirt, and cowboy boots. He slid a twenty-dollar bill across the table and I folded it and stuffed it inside my bra. He extended his leg and I straddled it. Another song began playing and I began to seductively grind my pussy into his thigh while I reached my right hand into the left cup of my bra and pulled out my breast. I repeated the process with my other breast.

He smiled as I pressed my bare chest into his. “You can just stay right here the whole dance, darlin’.”

I rose up off him and grazed his chin with my cleavage. “Sorry, cowboy. I can’t stay in any one position too long, club rules.”

And I better watch out! I didn’t mean to bump his face but with my bra still on but my breasts out, it’s making them stick out further than when they hung naturally.

Adhering to the club’s rules, he kept his hands by his sides and didn’t try to touch me. When I looked over, I saw there was a burly security guard about fifteen feet away from us keeping a watchful eye over me and the rest of the girls.

“You have such a beautiful body, Madi,” he said lustfully. “I love the way you dance, have you been doing it long?”

“Thank you,” I said shyly, “about a year,” I lied.

“It shows, you looked so confident up there.”

I smiled. “I loved dancing for you,” I said sexily.

Due to our close proximity, I could really smell the alcohol on his breath. The club only served soda, mixers, and tea because of the nude dancing so I surmised he’d come into the club after drinking somewhere else.

“You smell so good,” he whispered into my ear. I ground my pussy harder into his erection. His friend who was sitting beside us looked at me lustfully as his eyes roamed up and down my body.

“Thank you, baby,” I cooed. I could tell he loved my breasts so I made sure to caress them as he watched, which also gave me a bit of a tingle.

Dancing on the stage, then grinding my body on a complete stranger, had my pussy a hot, wet mess. It was something that surprised me, just how much I was getting into this new experience. I pushed my bare breasts into his chest one more time just as the song ended and I slid off his thigh. When I looked down, I noticed a wet patch that had soiled the denim of his jeans and my face broke into a little blush. He ran the tips of his fingers over the stain, brought them up to his nose, and deeply inhaled.

“Well, that’s a first,” he said lustfully. “You’re hot as hell, girl.”

I remembered Raven’s words: Own it. “I told you I loved dancing for you,” I said playfully.

“When you come back ’round I’m gonna want another dance,” he said as he pushed another twenty towards me. I picked it up, folded it, and then stuffed it into my bra as I packed up my breasts again.

I smiled. “That’s a deal, cowboy.”

I never really made it out of that corner of the room. As soon as I got up off of one guy’s thigh another flagged me down, and there were times when three or four guys tried to get my attention at once. I ended up just leaving my breasts exposed, not bothering to put them back in my bra in between dances. By the time Raven came over to collect me, I’d actually lost count of how many lap dances I’d given. All I knew for certain was that my bra was stuffed full of twenty-dollar bills to the point that it left little room for my breasts.

“C’mon,” she said while tugging on my arm after I’d gotten up off the last guy’s thigh, “we only have about fifteen minutes before we’re back up on the stage again.”

My eyes got wide. “Again, already?”

She giggled. “Time flies when you’re grinding on cock, girl.”

“Yeah … ummm … I guess so.”

We went back to the dressing room and she grabbed two bottles of water. “Stay hydrated, okay?”

“Okay, I will.”

She looked down at my bra. “Damn, girl, how much money did you squirrel away in there?”

“I have no idea.”

“Put it in your locker and make sure it’s locked, nothing but thieving bitches in here.”

I took a long drink of my water, unloaded my bra, and quickly counted my haul. Damn, $220, almost as much as an eight-hour shift at Hooters, plus all these ones and fives and tens from the dance floor. I knew a few of the guys had tipped me extra twenties but it was way more than I’d thought. I stuffed the money inside my real purse, checked my locker twice to make sure it was locked, and then walked back over to Raven.

“I get how the lap dance thing works, but tell me about the champagne room,” I said.

She smiled. “I like to call that the gold mine, girl, that’s where the real money happens.” I waited patiently for her to continue. “It’s $400 for a half-hour, plus tips.”

“What can you do in there?”

She looked around to make sure there were no eavesdroppers. “His name is Andy, he’s in charge over there. If you slip him a fifty, you can do whatever you want.”

My eyes got wide. “Sex?”

“I’ve never taken it that far, but hand jobs, blow jobs, and more. Listen, if you want to fuck one of them, do it off the premises, it’s too easy to get caught in there and there’s only so much Andy can hide from Tony.”