I decided twenty-two would be the year I get my life together and become a real adult. I was still living with my mom in her small, three-bedroom house. I had a high school diploma and took a few classes at a community college but never finished a degree of any kind. It wasn’t very expensive but I ran out of money anyway. My mom didn’t have extra cash laying around so I decided to just not finish - no big deal. No one else in town went to college either.
I sat down on my lunch break at the store I worked at and decided to make a plan. Step one would be moving out of my mom’s house and heading to the nearest larger town to start fresh. Unfortunately, that required a lot of money that I didn’t have so the real first step would be finding a new job. I started looking through the local paper for job postings.
Immediately, I realized that it was slim pickings. There were not a lot of jobs to begin with and most of them were labor-related, meaning I needed to be a big, strong man to do the job or have special training. Then one jumped out at me:
Ladies! Make $1000/night. Call Sandy for details. 501-763-9203
I may have grown up in a small town but I was far from stupid - I knew exactly what that was. The thing that surprised me was that I was considering it. I pulled all my courage together and dialed the number. Sandy picked up on the second ring.
“Hello?” She said.
“Hi, Sandy?” I asked.
“Yeah - who’s this?”
“Hi Sandy, my name is Erika. I was calling about the ad in the paper. Could you tell me more about the job?”
“Well, the job’s dancin’. So there ain’t much to tell other than that. What do you look like?”
“Um, I’m twenty-two years old, light black skin, about five-foot-three, and 110 pounds. Dark curly hair to my shoulders.” I told Sandy.
“Oh, yeah - they’ll love you around here.”
“Where are you located? I don’t want to work somewhere where I might run into people from my town.”
The conversation went on for about ten more minutes. I found out that they are two towns over and don’t get many customers from my town, if any. She said they never had a black girl working but she thinks I would be a hit with the regulars and offered for me to come down this weekend and try it out. She would even wave her fees the first night and I could keep everything I made.
I’ll be honest, it happened so fast that I barely had time to think about what I was agreeing to. On one hand, it would be quick money and I could do it for a few weeks until I had enough saved that I could move out. It was certainly out of character for me, seeing as how I had only been with one guy my entire life. That’s how small towns work - you don’t want a reputation so even if you are a sexual person, you keep it to yourself.
I was not ashamed of my body at all. At the risk of sounding conceited, I know I looked good with my clothes off. I had been a runner since high school which has kept me lean and toned. I have perky b-cup breasts and a small round ass. The issue was that I am a little shy, which might be a problem when it comes to taking my clothes off in a room full of strangers.
That Friday, I pulled up to the club and parked around back like Sandy had instructed. I walked in the back entrance and immediately heard the bass from the music blasting.
“You the new girl?” A blonde girl asked me.
“Um, yes, hi. I’m Erika.” I said, offering to shake her hand.
“Name’s Georgia. Let me show you around.” She said.
Georgia showed me around and pointed out the different things I need to know. I found that the changing area was just one big room behind the stage. There was a rack full of outfits I could use but she recommended bringing my own because they don’t wash them that regularly. She took my over to the VIP area and explained that pretty much anything goes up here, as long as they pay well and I was comfortable.
After the tour was complete, she said she would give me some time to get ready and that I would start with serving cocktails.
I went to the rack and grabbed the cleanest looking set of lingerie I could find. It was a red corset that pushed my boobs together and lifted them, making my Bs look like Cs. The bottom was a little red thong that left my light brown ass exposed. I took a deep breath, looked in the mirror, and reminded myself it was only temporary.
The next thirty minutes flew by. I was very uncomfortable. This was not a very high-class place and the men acted accordingly. There was not a table I walked by that didn’t reach out and grab my ass, squeeze a breast, or even try to pull my thong away from my body. I wanted to quit already. The money wasn’t even that good. Maybe I would make more on stage.
Georgia came out and pulled me aside.
“Sandy said you’re next on stage,” she told me and walked away.
I admit that I practiced a little routine this week. When I got up on stage and performed, it was the most underwhelming feeling I ever experienced. Not only were the guys not excited about seeing me take my clothes off, most barely noticed me. I was stunned. I had this vision of being showered with cash while the men whistled and hollered at me. Instead, I left the stage with nothing but a handful of dollar bills and shame.
I got back stage and saw Georgia and asked what the hell is going on.
“The ad said $1000 per night! I’ve made about $30 so far and it’s almost 11pm!” I complained.
“Sweetie - you don’t make money on stage. You make it in the VIP area. You’re free now so go work the tables and see who is interested in a lap dance.”
I was desperate so I decided that I would find the friendliest face in the crowd and see if I could take him to the back. As I walked through the room, I saw exactly what I was looking for; a couple. He was a thin man with greasy dark hair and she was slightly overweight with large breasts and fiery red hair. They looked a little trashy but so did everyone else - at least they might not be super weird if they’re together.
“Can I interest the two of you in a couple’s dance upstairs?” I asked sweetly.
“That depends sweetheart - is a dance the only thing you’re offering?” The woman asked.
“Shit, honey, we can figure that out later. I ain’t never had a black girl before. Sure, baby. Let’s go.” The man said.
I lead them both by the hands up the stairs into the most private corner of the VIP room. We had the whole area to ourselves but I still wanted to be as far out of view as possible. They sat down opposite from each other in large chairs with plush cushions and high backs.
As the next song started, I began my dance on the man. I concentrated on making it as sexy as possible and rubbed my soft, nubile body all over him. He was a little musky, which for some reason, turned me on a little bit. I felt him stiffen up a little bit beneath me and knew I must have been doing a good job.
As the song changed, I got up and went to dance for his wife. I was very uncomfortable doing this because I have never been sexual with a woman before and even though this was just some innocent rubbing and dancing, it felt wrong. She was even more excitable than her husband was. Her hands ran all over my body as a gyrated on her. My back was to her and as I leaned back, she grabbed both of my breasts and whispered in my ear.
“I have $1000 in cash for you. Let’s get out of here.”
“I don’t think I can do that,” I replied, a little nervous.
“Sure you can, these girls do it all the time. No one is here for the dancing. They’re here for the sucking and fucking. And we know that costs a bit more than your little dance.”
I looked over at her husband who was just looking straight at me, rubbing the crotch of his jeans.
“Well, sweetie? What do ya think?” He asked.
A thousand dollars was a ridiculous amount of money for one night of work. But I was not a hooker. I didn’t have sex for money. I couldn’t subject myself to this.
“I’m sorry - I really can’t. I don’t do that.” I said.
“$1500?” The man replied to my refusal.
“Make it $2000 and I’m all yours.” The words left my mouth but I couldn't even remember thinking them before saying them.
“Deal - better be worth it, honey,” the woman said behind me.
I grabbed my stuff and told Georgia I was going home for the night. She gave me a look that said she knew I was lying and knew exactly what I was doing. I just smiled and rushed out the door. The man and woman were already in their car waiting for me.
“You can just hop in the back. We’ll bring you back later,” the woman said.
Once I was in the car, they introduced themselves as Max and Sheila. I tried to make pleasant conversation, but they really weren't interested. They tried to be nice but I could tell they weren't used to chatty pros. As we pulled in the driveway, Sheila handed me an envelope filled with $100 bills.
“There’s your money. Let’s get down to business.”
I followed them into their house which was smaller and in much worse shape than my mom’s. There was clutter everywhere and a funky smell that probably wouldn’t go away no matter how much someone cleaned up. Not much was said as we walked through the small house. Sheila pointed out the bathroom for ‘cleaning up’, but aside from that we just walked straight to the bedroom.
“Okay, Erika, that’s your name right? Here’s how we like to do this. Max over there is going to give you orders and you’re going to do whatever he says. That’s why you got $2000. Now, we aren’t monsters so let us know if you are uncomfortable with anything and we will try something new. So you about ready to get out of those close and have some fun?” Sheila informed me.
I nodded my head and began taking off my clothes. Sheila did the same and soon she was just down to her bra and panties. Her body had a little extra weight on it but the fact that she was so confident in herself made her kind of sexy. Soon, I was down to just my panties, and paused before removing them. They had seen everything so far back at the club but this would be my first time exposing my vagina to someone new in years.
“Everything, sweetheart, chop, chop.” Max said from a chair in the corner of the room.
In one quick motion, I bent over and pulled my panties down to my ankles.