Stripper Confessions 1: The Complete Series Page 7

  Making it to the first floor I walked through the lobby like a sinner walks through church. My mind was now focused on my next client and nothing else until the ringing from my phone stole my concentration.

  “Hello,” I answered without looking at who was calling.

  “Ms. Shaw?” It had to be something non-work related. No one called me by my government last name.

  “This is she, and this is?”

  “Hi ma’am, my name is Mary from victim advocacy. I’m just giving you a courtesy call to inform you that Mr. Matthew Garrison was released from incarceration yesterday.” I stopped walking as my legs became stuck as if they were firmly placed in cement.

  “I…I...He...He’s not up for parole until next month. I got a letter…” I searched through my purse right there in the lobby holding my phone with my shoulder and searching for the piece of paper I read a few days ago.

  “Yes ma’am,” she said clearing her throat. “But overcrowding at the prison expedited his parole and without any testimony against his case we had to release him from the state penitentiary.”

  The tears streamed down my face before I knew I was even crying.

  “Ms.Shaw are you still there?” She asked.

  “Yes..but.”

  “I know this is a surprise…”

  “I still had time to turn in the form. This is not right...he is going to kill me.”

  “Ma’am I understand you are upset, but I’m just here to inform you. If you still fear for your life I encourage you to get a restraining order and possibly contact his parole officer.” That angered me.

  “HOW CAN I DO ANY OF THAT IF I’M DEAD?” I screamed in the lobby. The doorman looked at me with raised eyebrows.

  “Ma’am, I’m sorry…I can’t...” I didn’t allow her to finish.

  I hung up and ran from the lobby towards my car. My legs had found their life. I sprinted to the car, jumping in and starting the engine. But I wasn’t sure where to go. Do I go home and grab my son and run? Do I go see my next client and make this money? Nothing was free, even when you are running for your life.

  New Occupation

  Sydney

  I walked into work alone. Lauren was at home studying, but maybe she was just embarrassed. I apologized so much that she told me to shut up. She gave strict directions of what I was supposed to do tonight. Entering the club, the music beating loudly in my ear and the sight of all the ass shaking was still new to me. I zipped the jacket of my sweat suit up to my neck and clutched my bag that was draped over my shoulder trying to remember her exact words.

  “Tonight you’re going to walk in there like you're attending a business meeting. You are a professional.”

  The club was in full form as I navigated through the maze of people and dancers.

  “Go straight to the dressing room and get an empty locker. Make sure you put a lock on it or those greedy bitches will steal your shit.”

  I remembered Lauren’s instructions as I arrived at the dressing room. Naked asses and bare breasts were everywhere. Different colors shapes and sizes filled the room. Some of them looked at me. Some smiling but most rolling their eyes as if they were in middle school.

  “Don’t pay attention to those hoes. You are they to work and nothing more.” I heard Lauren loud and clear as I found a locker.

  I sat down on the stool and began to undress. I picked out a purple G-string and black stilettos.

  I tried to remind myself that this was just like the locker room in high school. No need to feel intimidated. But in high school the girls weren’t developed with overflowing breasts and bountiful asses that looked like mountains.

  “Oil up and get dressed quickly. Act as if you are on the clock. The more time you take primping the less money you will make.”

  I already did my makeup and hair before I left the house. I shaved every part of me. The only hair that I had left was on my head. Within ten minutes I was fully oiled and dressed, ready to hit the floor.

  “Do a few stretches, put all your stuff in your locker and get out on the floor.”

  The stretches were easy but the getting out on the floor was hard. Thoughts popped into my head, filling me with anxiety. Maybe I shouldn’t do this, I thought standing looking at the club from behind the curtain separating the stage from the dancer’s area.

  Money was everywhere flying through the sky, the music was still loud as the bass filled song flew from the speakers.

  “On a regular occasion I would tell you to have a drink to calm your nerves, but after this mishap I think it's better you stay sober.”

  Lauren’s words filled my head as I glanced at the bar. I took a deep breath.

  “Hey New Booty” I heard a girl say from beside me. I turned around hoping it wasn’t Sugar n Spice. Thankfully it wasn’t. This girl I hadn’t seen before.

  “I’m Adrien, Lauren told me to look out for you tonight,” she said flashing a smile and holding out her hand to shake mine.

  “Hi, and yeah she told me about you. I’m just trying to get my mind right.” I told her. Remembering that Lauren told me that she would let her friend know about me.

  “Don’t fuck with anyone else but her,” was Lauren’s warning.

  Adrien was her name, or Goddess as they called her around the club.

  “Girl I saw you work your thing on amateur night. Going on the floor and doing lap dances is easier than being on the main stage. Just imagine you are at home by yourself.”

  She dropped the gems of advice on me. Every exotic dancer needs a friend within the club. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, but she didn’t wait for me to get through meditating.

  “Follow my lead,” grabbing my hand Adrien lead me from behind the curtains through the club.

  She bounced and gyrated, I did the same clenching her hand for courage. The club was packed with sex fiends that were hungry for skin, but people made space for us. Adrien turned around and got closer to me yelling in my ear over the music. “Get them to buy a dance, lap dances are fifteen dollars for two songs max. Make em quick and get em to spend more money.”

  She leaned back and touched her toes spreading her ass for all to see. When she came back up she had another gem of advice.

  “This is about money. Everything costs. Nothing is free.”

  With that, she slapped me on my ass. A guy soon grabbed her hand asking for his own dance.

  “HEY LET ME GET SOME,” said an older guy with bottled glasses holding out a twenty dollar bill in my face.

  “Dance like they aren’t there,” was the advice Lauren gave me. “And get your money before you give them a dance.”

  I could hear her loud and clear as if she was standing right next to me. I snatched the money from his hand and turned my back to him. Gyrating in his lap to the beat of the music. He stood leaning on the wall. When I felt his dick hardened against my ass I wanted to run out of the building and never come back.

  “When his dick is hard, that’s when you know you can ask for anything. Grab it and massage it. The harder you get it the less he has a problem spending that money.” Lauren’s voice kept popping in my head.

  He tried grabbing my hips, but I pushed them to the side. Turning towards him, he had a face only a mother could love. He was disgustingly ugly with disgusting pimples that littered his face like a pubescent teenager. But I wasn’t there for his face nor to judge.

  “What’s your name?” He yelled in my ear over the music.

  I wasn’t prepared for that. Who knew that they talked to you while you worked?

  “Sydn…I mean Syd Vicious.” I almost told him my full name.

  Dammit I wanted to slap myself. I turned back around trying to count the songs. We were already on song number two.

  Every song mixed in counted as a song for their dance, no matter how long the DJ let it play.

  “You must be new,” I heard him say.

  I just nodded and grinded my ass into him. The second song ended. That was it for Mr. Pimples.
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  “Ok, thanks for the lap dance daddy,” I said about to walk away.

  I wasn’t sure what the etiquette of conversation was in the strip club. That would be a question I needed to ask Lauren when I got home.

  “Hey,” He grabbed my arm before I could disappear.

  “I’m not done with you yet. I want a private dance in the Champagne Room.”

  Champagne Room, what the fuck is that. Lauren didn’t mention that. I looked around trying to figure out what lie to tell or who to ask and on cue Adrien was at my side.

  “Champagne Room is $200 up front,” she told Mr. Pimples as if she was my manager.

  “Ok, me and my boys too.”

  Mr.Pimples suddenly had four other dorks standing beside him. They all looked at Adrien and me as if we were tall glasses of water after walking in the desert.

  “$200 and additional $75 each person. Upfront.” Adrien was firm in her stance.

  All business, I was impressed while making mental notes so next time I would be prepared.

  One of the dorks said something into Mr. Pimples ear.

  “Actually we will take both of you. Me and my four friends here.”

  As ugly as Mr. Pimples was he pulled out a stack of cash, and so did his friends.

  “Float a stack and we will call it even Big Daddy,” she said smiling hard and rubbing Mr. Pimples on the chest.

  He nodded his head and gave a smile, “Lead the way.”

  Mr. Pimples and his gang were hooting and hollering as we walked in front of them making our way to the Champagne Room. Adrien gave me a crash course in the thirty seconds it took to get in there.

  “This is one of the new rooms. Bouncer of the room gets $100 an hour to watch us in the room. They are still expected to tip. No sex, blow jobs, but everything else is cool. Get money rookie. You're on the leaderboard already.” She said running down the rules like we were cramming for a test.

  While smacking me on the ass and she turned around winking at the Mr. Pimple and his gang. I see why Lauren advised me to stick by her. She was on her game and didn’t take no shit.

  There was no mistaking the Champagne Room as the name was scrolled in cursive above the door. Curtains separated the room from the rest of the club. As we got close the big guys with the shirts saying “Security” in big white letters pulled the curtains back to let us inside.

  It was a whole new world in the Champagne Room. Different music pumped through the speakers than what played in the main room.

  A dancer deep in the corner with a client was our only company and the waitresses of course. The special waitresses that wore all gold from the “Champagne Room” t-shirts to their shoes.

  “Damn this that shit T was talking about. Club Fantasy is the shit,” one of Mr. Pimple's friends said as they sat down on the couches.

  There were no hard metal chairs in the Champagne Room, soft microfiber plush couches and matching chairs were everywhere.

  “Alright fellas pay up and get the show of your life.”

  Adrien grabbed me and licked her lips for added effect. Mr. Pimples peeled off the money without a second thought. He and his friends took a seat.

  “Would you like a bottle gentlemen?” She asked as Adrien passed a few bills to the bouncer and half of what was left to me. I put the money in my small wristlet purse.

  “Alright just follow my lead,” Adrien said going to one of the Pimple gang kneeling in front of him and putting her mouth right on his crouch.

  “Damn get me anything I don’t give a fuck.” Said Adrien’s victim.

  “We’ll take two bottles,” Mr. Pimple said passing her a few more bills.

  As the waitress went to fetch the overpriced bottles I followed Adrien’s lead by going to Mr. Pimples, taking a deep breath, and repeating just what she was doing.

  They threw dollars letting them cascade over me and Adrien as we went from blowing on their dicks through their pants, to gyrating bouncing and spreading our pussies in their face.

  The sparklers from the bottles lit up our area, and as the gentlemen sipped their glasses the pile of money on the floor got bigger and bigger.

  Adrien winked at me, and I winked back as we worked the four gentlemen. I forgot how scared I was just minutes ago. The money made me brave. I opened the top on my bikini letting my breasts fall freely. This dancing thing no longer scared me. What I had in my purse could pay my Mom’s rent and get her medication.

  “I love you Syd Vicious,” Mr. Pimples told me while I had my legs wrapped around his waist dry humping him and pressing my now bare titties in his face.

  “I love you too baby.” I said before I could catch myself.

  I was really talking to his money, but he didn’t have to know that. If Lauren were here, she would have been proud. I was now a full-fledged stripper.

  Customer Service

  Lauren

  I was breaking the rules. Don’t get personal with the customers that was stripper rule number one. I had long since tipped over on the wrong side of that rule, but tonight I was going to the point of no return. Tonight I was taking this thing with The Extraordinaire to another level, to the second floor to be exact, right into my bedroom.

  I gave him the address an hour ago, now I was showered and ready. I’m not the lingerie type of girl, I wear enough of that stuff at work. Fully naked was how I laid on the bed, a gold necklace that stretched down to my navel along with a pair of red peep toe heels, not the type I wear to work.

  No knocks on the door. I already slid a key under our doormat and told him to use it. Sex or the illusion of it being my job, I needed something more than the ordinary. Tonight was exactly what I needed. Syd was away at work, for one night I would have the house all to myself.

  “Hello...” His deep voice filling the apartment.

  “Lock the door,” I yelled hearing the door slam and the deadbolt and the chain lock, I knew there was no turning back.

  Every other time we were together it had been rushed, him having something else to do or me being at work. Now it was just me and him.

  “Follow my voice,” I told him hearing that he was already getting closer.

  Something inside of me was nervous. I didn’t get like this, not the woman that walks around naked for a living. A few seconds later he was in my doorway.

  “Hey you.”

  His smile broad as the Mississippi, his eyes traveled over my body and around the room, then quickly back to me.

  “Sorry, there is a dress code sir. No clothes allowed.”

  I previously felt his body, , but I wanted to see the whole thing and finally with a light to guide the way. That was the only reason the lamp on my nightstand was still lit. Hell, I was missing out on money to be here, I might as well get full enjoyment out of it.

  “Ohhh ok,” slipping off his shoes and sliding his jeans off, I began to see his physique. His boxer briefs hugged his thighs giving his stick nowhere to hide. He pulled them off next, letting his third leg say hello. I gasped when he did, thinking of what I wanted to do to him. What I had longed to do since that first night.

  He smiled as he pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing stomach muscles reserved for action figures and statues. He stood there in the doorway looking at me, his deep brown eyes looking straight through me like a laser.

  I didn’t say a word, his stare stole my strength of speech. He walked around the bed and knelt down next to the edge.

  “I’m hungry,” he said with a slight grin.

  Sitting up I spread my legs in front of him. The anticipation of his lips touching my pussy made my juice flow even more. He stared down at my pussy like a buffet. While licking his plump lips I grew impatient. I was tired of playing. It seemed fun at first to go through this back and forth, but now I was done with the games.

  “Well the kitchen is open, come and get it.”

  Grabbing his head I pushed his face down into my kitty. Grabbing my hips he pushed his face deeper into my center. This is what I prayed for, a m
an to eat me like his life depended on it. He sucked, circling my pearl with his mouth, blowing air over me. However, as much as I loved to get my pussy ate, tonight I wanted more. I wanted...I needed to be hurt.

  “Colin,” I wrestled myself from his grasp moving away from his lizard tongue. “I want you to fuck me tonight.”

  His eyes went wide with surprise as he asked, “Like what do you…”

  “Shhhh…” I shushed him not wanting to hear his voice.

  I wanted action, “Its simple. I want you to fuck me, hurt me, beat my pussy like it deserves to be disciplined.”

  He laughed still shaking his head.

  “I mean you are the Extraordinaire right?” I asked the rhetorical question.

  He still had nothing to say but his smile was fading away.

  I continued to talk shit, “Oh, I get it. You don’t know how to fuck. I didn’t let you come over to make love to me.”

  Maybe I felt guilty, lying to Daniel all this time. I didn’t deserve to be handled with care. Being gentle wasn’t what I craved right now.

  “If you are not man enough then I’ll have to get a dildo out. Sorry that you wasted my time.”

  I crossed my legs. His smile turned to anger, like I bruised his ego. Drastic times called for drastic measures. If he was a real man he wouldn’t take this disrespect. I got up or tried to. He grabbed me by my neck slamming me back down to the bed. My shoes flew off in my scramble to catch my footing. Immediately he was on top of me, spreading my legs open. He entered me, breaking the second rule, entering me with no condom. It was the first time I felt him, the roughness of his skin and hardness forcing its way through my tight center. Luckily I was already moist, my juices assisting with his descend deep inside of me.

  He didn’t remove his grasp from my neck, laying on top of me he slammed his pelvis into mine. His mouth right next to my ear he talked clearly so I could hear him.

  “You don’t know who you are fucking with do you?” He asked between his dick assault.