Can I be a stripper Carlie story Pt. 3 Adult/R-rated

Here we go ladies and gents. This is where my life had to take one path on a road that had a fork in it. I went to visit my mother in the hospital and I felt as if my heart was beating against my chest like a fist.

The hospitals billing manager came in to speak to me while my mom was getting attended to. The over all bill was ridiculously high and the fact that my mother’s insurance was only paying partial did not help all that much.

I went home and did the only thing that my brain would allow me to do. Break down in hysterics. After I cried and broke a couple of things, I calmed down and stared at the bottle of vodka that had been sitting on my shelf in the corner for over a year. I really did not like vodka but it did the trick at mellowing me out.

At this point I called Lettie and made arrangement to meet her the next day for lessons. I had to figure out how I was going to get a regular paying job and do the stripping on the side. I needed money.

I didn’t bother calling heckle and jeckle over because they would just try to did tract me from the reality of my situation. I must have called ten places for a job and landed one interview. That would be in two days.

So I had a lesson and a job interview. Things started to feel a little bit easier.
Going over to a stranger house for stripper lesson should have raised a red flag but of course I  decided to check  it out anyway.

First thing is first when your inner alarm tells you to turn around. Listen to it. She lived in an four story apartment complex. I went to her apartment door and it opened automatically. A woman with a white blonde wig stood in front of me with a tube top and ass hugging shorts on.

Hi I am Lettie, come in. She walked in front of me and I know she was purposely swinging her ass harder left to right to catch my attention. Little did she know I do not go down on Boston cream way.

Looking around she did not have much furniture but it was clean and quiet.

Lettie sat down on a big fluffy cushion on the floor. “So lets not waist time I have to be some where in an hour.”

“You think it will be quick then?”

“Girl a lap dance is dry fucking. It’s either your good at it or bad at it.”

That statement should have had me walk out but the bills kept flashing through my mind.

“Look you sit and watch me. Your the customer and I am the dancer.” Lettie put on some music from her itouch and started to move. She did not lie. She was literally swerving and grinding as if she was trying to have sex.

“Now here is where things get tricky. Usually the customer is excited and aroused. In that back room where no one see’s what going on. It is up to you where you pump the breaks or if you go full throttle a head. If you go full throttle I do have a doctor you should see to make sure your alright down there.”

“Okay, not going full throttle. I just need to make money to pay the bills.”

“Well then stand up and dance. Let me see where you need improvement.”

I stayed at her place dancing and learning what is my best angle and how to look at every customer as if they were the only customer I had for the entire evening. I gave her the money she asked for and left as fast as I could. The vibe she was putting off was getting a bit too intense for my liking.

(Now if your not reading click off because I wouldn’t be at this point.)

I went to work that night and everything was going well and I had my first back room customer. Let’s call him jet.

Jet looked like he was in his fifties and had more drinks than he could handle. Well he wanted to go in the back room. I closed the door for privacy and he immediately sat on the lounge chair.

I began to dance remembering what Lettie said. Jet out of the blue asked,’ Can I cum on your leg.”

I said “No!”

He continued to beg and plead and offered to give me a hundred and fifty dollars if I allowed him to jerk off and cum on my leg.

Honestly I was disgusted but I needed the money and I seen there were wipes in the rooms. I gave in and continued dancing as he worked himself up. All I felt was the spray of warm cum down my leg.

He cleaned him self up and put his dick away and handed me the money. After he left I swore that was the first and last time and cleaned my leg off.

I left the room and danced the rest of the night but I turned down offers to go back to the rooms.

Later that night as I walked to my car, the guy that came on my leg was waiting for me.

I  turned around and went back inside and told the bouncer. He went out there and got rid of the guy. This should have been the clue to stop but I just couldn’t I needed the money.

I had gotten the job as a bartender later on that week. I worked three months straight bartending in the day and stripping at night.

One night Mather called me to his office and told me that he did not think that I was a good fit for the club any more. I was not pulling the right amount of money and I looked exhausted. I normally would have put up a fight but I had pulled in enough money to pay off my bills.

“Alright that cool.” I said then I turned to leave.

“Wait.”

I turned back around and Mathew walked from around his desk to me in seconds. “Now that you don’t work here how about I take you out.”

I stood there staring at this man who I fantasized about numerous times and masturbated to even more, was asking me out.

“So that was your deal hugh?”

Before I could think Mathew kissed me deep and hard. His body was so firm I damn near came on myself.

“So your answer is?”

“Hell ya.”

So was I cut out to be a  stripper? Yes. But do I want to?

I hope you all enjoyed Charlie short snippet of her stripper life. If you did please leave a comment and like it. Until next we burn. Fia