Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2018 14:07:00 +0000
From: Samantha Burnett <samerotica@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hostess at Ladies Night (Lesbian / Authoritarian)

Hostess at Ladies Night
By Samantha Burnett

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This story contains: Lesbian, Humiliation, Objectification, Interracial, CFNF

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I knew it was a weird, daring idea. I just couldn't have anticipated how
this would go down. I've always been wanting to try new things, and from
all those moments, I picked the least predictable adventure to actually
pursue.

My obsession with the idea started already months before I went on and did
it. I was becoming addicted to watching anything that had strippers,
escorts, street prostitutes, porn stars, every edgy sex related profession
went by on my TV or laptop screen. At first I didn't know why I was
obsessed by all these things. I mean, sure, it was just so different from
any other job, which is why most people find it interesting. But there was
something more to it. The attention that these girls would get. Attention
not for who they were as a person, but really only for what they looked
like.

It wasn't so clear to me then that this was all about objectification, even
in the way I lived out my fantasy, although I had an idea. But to actually
feel it, to experience what that really is like, I had to go on a little
adventure. Which I did.

For hours I browsed through websites of strip clubs in the city I live in,
or even in neighboring cities. Initially just to look at some pictures, to
have some idea of the inside of such a club. The stages, the stripper
poles, the VIP booths, even the private rooms in some cases. But soon
enough, I would also take notice of any job openings for these clubs.

Almost every one of them had job openings. They were targeting mostly
students to make an extra buck. And yes, of course you had to be
"presentable", they'd ask your exact sizes even in the form you could use
to apply, and it was required to send one or more "representative photos"
usually. Of course I knew what that meant, it made perfect sense. And,
dancing experience was a plus, although not always required, I found.

My thoughts would wander off, and I would imagine myself to be on a stage,
dancing around and against a stripper pole, tens of guys watching me as I'd
get undressed, showing off my almost nude, and with time, even nude
body. It strangely aroused me, and I found myself masturbating to this idea
more often than I would ever dare to admit. It became a downright
obsession.

Of course, I wouldn't actually go through with that. Getting naked in front
of a bunch of guys? I wasn't some kind of slut. In reality, that would
probably be scary and gross, people would be treating me harshly, and it
wouldn't at all be as arousing as it would be in my fantasies. So, just a
fantasy then. A fantasy that would present itself over and over, and which
wouldn't go away for months. It started to even get frustrating, to have
this one particular image not leaving my mind for months.

Then, on one of the Twitter feeds for the clubs I was following by then,
something caught my eye. The Stiletto tweeted "Tonight is ladies night
again, all you single or married ladies come enjoy the view!" At first, I
was confused. The club wasn't known to have male strippers. Not usually
anyway. I checked out their website more thoroughly than I did last time,
and there it was, under Theme Nights.

It turned out that Ladies Night was held every first Tuesday of the month,
and it was promoted as an event where women could visit a strip club
safely, without having to feel embarrassed about doing so. Whether it was
to explore their bisexual side, or having a bachelors party, or simply
'just to enjoy the feel and sight of our pretty hostesses', as the website
read.

Wait, what? Hostesses, meaning strippers? But then, "feel"? The idea stuck
with me, my fantasies ran wild, and I couldn't let go of it anymore. It
became too much, and I just had to go find everything there was to know
about it.

The phone was answered with a guy answering a simple "Yes?".

"Hi. I'm, uh, I have a question about ladies night?"

"Yeah?"

"Yes, um.. well I was just wondering.. on the website of your club, it
says, uh, to enjoy the feel and sight.. and I was just wondering, what
that, uh.."

"Oh so you're curious about the girls huh? Well it means what it says, you
can look at em nude, touch their tits and pussies, all for the right price
of course."

I was blushing like crazy, even though he used language only guys would, I
thought, and there was an undeniable tickle between my legs.

"Oh I see, so.." I had to swallow my nerves. "..but no sex, right?"

"Well, no, if you want sex you can come at one of the regular nights, a few
of them are bi. Some might do a little extra on ladies night, but that's
really up to the girl, so you can't expect it."

"Oh yes I see."

"Well, if you're interested, you're welcome to join of course. Entrance is
20 bucks, including one drink and excluding any stuff on the menu."

Little did I know then what menu he was talking about.

"Aha. Well uh.. actually, well I was wondering, if you need any more girls
for that night."

The guy remained quiet for a few seconds.

"Ohh, you're looking for a job? Sorry, I didn't get that."

"Well, no, I mean yeah, but only for this ladies night."

There was another short silence at the other end.

"Give me a moment," the guy said.

There was about half a minute of silence, after which I heard a female
voice.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"OK, so I hear you want a job only at ladies night? Is this like a jealous
boyfriend thing?"

"Well.." and then I realised this might be an easy way out of a hard
discussion, getting to avoid the real answer here. "Yeah that's pretty much
it. But if possible, I'd like to just try it for a night, and then if it
goes well, I can come more often."

"You mean every month."

"Uh yeah, I mean as long as it's just on the ladies.."

"Yeah it's every month," she cut me off, as if she wanted to get straight
to business and not waste time. She continued after a small pause. "Tell
you what. You apply through our contact form on the website, send a few
pictures where I can see you well enough, and then put in the comments in
the form that you want ladies night only, so I'll know it's you. Okay?"

I was blushing. This was going to become very real. I'd apply for one of
those.. erotic jobs, like officially becoming an employee.

"Yes, sure, perfect," I answered.

"OK then, I'll hear from you, OK? OK, bye," she responded as if somewhat in
a hurry. She was probably busy with something.

While I could feel the adrenaline rush of it all already, I then sat down
and filled in the form on their website, basically asking for a job. This
felt so weird. In order to get my little adventure, I was actually applying
for a job.

They didn't expect any motivation to be filled in; just my sizes,
ethnicity, hair color, space for a few photos, a comments section, contact
information, and, something I had to get my mind around - a stage name. I
put in Crystal as a stage name, just like I saw in one of the documentaries
that I watched, and I was already getting absorbed in my fantasies yet
again. Fantasies of being Crystal.

A cute selfie and a photo of me in a bikini while on vacation was what I
hoped to convince them with. Hitting "Send" had never been such a nerve
wrecking moment.

Even within an hour, I received a short reply. "Hi Crystal," it read. Right
away, my so called stage name was used. "I think you could be a good fit
for our club. Attached are some rules, regulations and details about your
salary. If you could drop by somewhere in the early afternoon tomorrow to
meet you face to face, I'll give you a quick tour of the club, and if we're
both still happy about it, you can start next Tuesday on our monthly ladies
night."

I opened the attached document, which was short, rather simple, even
somewhat amateuristic, you could say. But it was clear enough, and probably
even legal. A base salary of 150 dollars, and per 'customer' I'd get to
keep 40 percent of the money. Customers! It sounded so.. I mean, it sounded
almost as if I was going to be an actual hooker. I had no idea what I'd
make with 'customers' but soon enough I replied that I was going to be
there in the beginning of the afternoon.

I looked up the club's location on Google Maps, and tried to figure out
what it looked like from the outside by using Google Street View, but all I
could see was a large metal door and a turned off neon sign that said 'The
Stiletto' in the blurry photograph. The Google Car must have been there in
the early hours, when they weren't open.

While dressed casually, I tried to look my best when I finally left to
visit the club. It took about 20 minutes by metro to get there, after which
I had to walk for another 10 minutes before I could find the exact same
door that I had seen on Google.

Next to it was a small intercom, and I pressed the button right at the
bottom of it.

"Hello?" I soon heard a somewhat raspy voice, which sounded remotely like
Jen's voice.

"Hi, it's Crystal."

I hesitated for a few seconds, as I just realized that I used my stage
name, and it felt as if I now could be found out by passersby somehow,
which was a ridiculous thought. I was just going to start to explain how I
was having an appointment here, while I could already hear the buzzer for
the door.

I pushed against the metal door, after which my eyes had to get used to the
dimmed red light inside, contrasting with the bright light outside.

I stepped inside, and ended up in a hallway with an empty wardrobe behind a
counter, which I figured was usually the entrance of the club during
opening hours.

Just in front of the counter stood a woman, dressed in a knee length black
skirt, high heeled boots and a sexy, partly unbuttoned black blouse.

She looked as if she was in her fifties or maybe even sixties, her face
wrinkled, but her big blue eyes outstandingly sharp. She wore an excessive
amount of jewelry.

"Hi I'm Jennifer, the girls call me Jen," she introduced herself while she
extended her hand.

She sounded almost as if introducing herself like that would be a bit of a
routine, as if she was introducing herself the whole day. "The girls" was
what gave me a slightly nervous tremble. It was as if she already
considered me to be one of the girls.

"I'm Samantha," I introduced myself while shaking her hand, "or Crystal," I
added with a slight grin.

"Yeah we only use stage names here, to avoid mistakes. Your real name is
only for the books," she promptly corrected me, without the slightest
smile.

"Got it," I nodded.

Then, before I realized what happened, she grabbed my upper arm, and pulled
me slightly, very clearly as a hint that I should turn, which I did. She
held me like that for a few seconds without saying anything.

The next moment, she did something that made me blush even more than I was
doing by then. She let go of my arm, but reached to the hem of my jeans,
and without any warning, she hooked her finger through the belt loop and
simply pulled up the jeans, making them wrap tightly around my butt. Then
after yet another few seconds, she let go of it, leaving me blushing
deeply, which fortunately wasn't noticeable in the dim light.

She didn't make any comment. Or rather, she complimented me indirectly.

"Sure you don't want to work regular nights as well?" she asked, while
finally, more gently now, she grabbed my upper arm again and simply turned
me to face her again.

I didn't know what to answer just yet.

"I guess first I'll have to see how this goes," I gave her an indefinite
answer.

Something told me that I had to be in her good graces. Seemingly slightly
unsatisfied with my answer, she let go of my arm finally, with a slight
nod. There were so many new sensations to feel in only this initial
reaction. The way she looked at me, the way she treated me. The way she,
without words, made sure she could check out my figure. I guessed that if I
was to work here, I should at least be able to stand this sort of
treatment. But to my embarrassing surprise, it excited me more than it
scared me. Even though it was scary as hell.  The rest of the visit went
well. I could notice Jen carefully observing my body at times while we
walked around. She made it no secret, either. At some point she pointed at
my sneakers.

"You can walk in heels, right?" she pointed at a large row of extremely
high looking heels in the dressing room we arrived at, in a number of
different sizes.

"Sure, no problem," I nodded, as I made sure not to seem a bit intimidated
by how extremely high they were looking.

"It's easier than it looks like if you can walk on regular heels already,"
she mentioned, as if she could read my mind. "Have you done any sex work
before?" she asked even casually as we made our way to the club area, in
between a long bar with stools, and an area with mostly small tables and
booths in the back.  "Not really," I answered honestly.

"Stripping?" she continued to investigate.

"Nope.. first time," I answered with a slight smile.

She shrugged. "Well, it's not like taking your clothes off is very hard of
course, so that shouldn't be a problem. You just get undressed, except you
do it slower, they want to see you do it" she said almost with a bit of
shallowness in her voice.

Her voice almost sounded a bit bored as we went upstairs, where there were
apparently private rooms for.. well, sex.

"This is more for the regular days, but ladies night isn't really about
that, so you'll probably not be here," she mentioned casually as she opened
one of the rooms with dark red interior, large mirrors, a box of condoms on
a table, a large bed without any pillow or blankets.

I was intrigued by it, but mostly because it looked so very real, so like
what I had seen in some documentaries. It was even a bit scary to actually
see this with my own eyes.

"You can use the rooms though, I mean, the money can be good. If you change
your mind," she added, leaving my head spinning for yet another minute.

As we then finally concluded the tour, she turned to face me and looked
into my eyes directly with her sharp blue eyes.  "So, I think you'll do
just fine with a body like that," she briefly moved her finger up and down
from head to toe, "Just realise that you're here to make money, this is a
business, we expect to make money, and you won't be an exception to the
other girls, even though you only do women. We have expectations, and so
have our customers, so no funny stuff or drama," she added very seriously
while almost sounding quite strict.

This was probably the attitude needed to manage a place like this. I
wondered what her background was. What she did before she did this. I
almost felt a bit intimidated while she laid out the situation like that,
and kept nodding in agreement.

"No no, sure, I'm easy going."

"Yeah, easy going is good, and your body is 80 percent of the work anyway,
so you'll be fine." she went on. "Just wiggle your ass, smile, anticipate
on any hint that a customer gives you to come to them, because they're
where the money is."

I nodded casually, even though all this information was, even though it
sounded simple, downright overwhelming.

She paused while looking into my eyes. Or at my face, as it turned out.

"You have an innocent face. Women like that. Women go for young and
innocent," she assured me.

I didn't know if I should thank her for the compliment.

"Alright then, well, if you would just sign here, we'll see you in a lot
less clothes next Tuesday," she said with a slight grin after she got a
contract from her desk, and I laughed a bit as I felt yet another blush
crawling to my cheeks.

"This contract is the only thing that will have your real name on it,
otherwise everyone will know you by your stage name. We like to keep things
discrete here, I'm sure you'll appreciate that. So don't introduce myself
using your real name ever," she emphasized yet again.

I nodded while quickly going through the papers, full of boring
employee/employer agreements.

"I appreciate that," I smiled as I handed her back the signed papers.

"Oh, you can bring your own clothes, but we also have plenty for you to
wear, and usually on first nights I help the new girls with their outfit so
they'll fit right in, so you don't really need to bring anything."

I nodded again, and I already started wondering what she'd have me wear
that night. She pointed at my crotch.

"Down there you can be either smooth or trimmed, so no bushes or anything
like that. We're not some fetish club," she said bluntly.

"Sure, got it," I responded with a nod, and imagining that I'd trim my
small, sexy strip even more carefully than usual.

"So, see you on Tuesday," she lead me to the exit rather quickly, and
opened the door for me to walk out, as she seemed in a bit of a rush.

The next few days I hardly thought about anything else. I think I could
recite their website from the top of my head, I watched even more
documentaries, and I already started to feel as if I was one of them. One
of the girls in the sex industry.

Of course I'd just be a hostess, but I pretty well remember what the guy on
the phone said, and I think you could say that it would be even a level up
from being a stripper. I would strip, if I knew how to pole dance. I
couldn't even imagine how long it would take to learn how to do that. So
this was the next best thing, in a way. Jen made it sound as if this job
was easy, and I tried really hard to believe her.

Finally, Tuesday had begun, after a night of hardly any sleep. It was a day
full of grooming.

Lying on a sunbed in a spa near me for another while, making sure I'd be
smooth like a baby, except my blonde little landing strip which I'd trim
neatly. My nails, my blonde long hair, everything had to look perfect.

I almost already felt like a showgirl when I then took the subway to the
area of the city where the club was, some 45 minutes from my place. Dressed
in just regular jeans and blouse, leather jacket and sneakers, and hardly
wearing any makeup yet, I wouldn't stand out in the crowd at all. It was
just the idea of being entirely groomed and ready to be transformed into
one of the hostesses working at an erotic club that made me feel, well,
special in a way.

As I'd get closer, my nerves did start to act up. I am actually going to do
this. I'll be working there just like the other girls. I had a contract and
everything. Everything kept buzzing in my head.

It was dark already when I arrived at the place at 6:30PM as requested. The
club entrance was still anything but glamorous, except now the pink neon
light for the sign saying "The Stiletto" was turned on.

After pressing the buzzer, it didn't take long before Jen opened.

"Hi Crystal, come on in," she said as she seemed slightly in a hurry.

She led me to the dressing room she showed earlier, and there were already
a few girls changing apparently.

They looked somewhat bored, while one of them was dressed in a very short
purple tight dress on her bare feet and doing her makeup, and another just
getting out of her sweatpants.

"This is Crystal, she's new here," she quickly introduced me, while I
smiled politely.

The one girl with pale skin and dyed black hair doing her makeup responded
with a bored sounding "hi," which seemed to be more out of courtesy because
of Jen, than really meaning it.

"Hi," I responded with a smile, wanting to make a good impression on the
others, but these two seemed not so easy to impress.

In the meantime, Jen was looking through some outfits on a rack, looking at
me, looking back at the outfits, quietly judging what would look best on
me.

"Here, I think this will do," she said as she handed me a coat hanger with
a sheer white baby doll and something that looked like a small white thong
just wrapped around the hook.

I tried hard not to show my increasing nervousness, while she was looking
at the long line of shoes, while I noticed she was holding a paper with my
details printed on it, just as I had submitted them on their website.

"Here," she then handed me a pair of very high, transparent plastic,
platform high heels.

The kind you'd see in pretty much every porn movie I tried watching, or
actually watched. Stripper shoes. Fuck me shoes. Porn shoes. That's what
people call them. I just took them from her, while hardly being able to
imagine what I'd end up looking like.

"I think it's good if you show off a little extra as you're getting used to
it still, to make it easier to get clients," she elaborated while pointing
at the baby doll I was holding.

It made sense, yet it seemed so.. little, to wear.

"Oh and if someone pays for topless, just take the dress off, think of it
as your bra," she gave me another pro tip."

The other girls hardly seemed to listen, or at least weren't very impressed
as I got my instructions.

"Some touching is fine if a customer wants your attention, but no unpaid
nudity or other stuff that's on the menu, and if someone does something
anyway, just charge them."

I wasn't sure whether I understood what she just said, but I just kept
nodding, and for her it seemed so normal that it seemed almost casual.

"So, get changed, you haven't done your makeup yet," she then gestured to
me as if I should hurry.

Another few girls entered the dressing room. So far I seemed to be the only
blonde, and as it turned out, as far as I could see I was the only white
girl, the others being Spanish or black.

I nodded, as I started to feel a bit nervous. I'd change into
this.. outfit. The other girls seemed to be changing into somewhat
"tougher" looking outfits - I saw a black fishnet dress, red shiny hot
pants, just really short dresses, but no one in a sheer white baby doll
like the one I'd be wearing, and was now changing into.

I put on the small, white thong, and put the sheer white baby doll right
over it. It even reached just barely over my butt cheeks while standing
up. This would be really, really exposing. I couldn't even imagine what it
would feel like to be seen like this in the presence of well, people who
would be paying attention to me.

For a while, nothing happened, as the other girls would be doing things on
their phone, doing their makeup or generally just looking bored, and I was
nervously trying to put my makeup on. I cheated by looking at the other
girls to see how much would be normal to wear. And that was a lot. Like a
ridiculous amount. I probably never wore as much makeup as that night. Dark
eye shadow that made me almost unrecognizable, bright red lips, darker
mascara than usual. I just imitated what I saw around me.

When I looked in the mirror while wearing my final outfit finally, without
the shoes as none of the girls would wear them yet and I didn't want to
feel too different, I almost gasped. The sheer baby doll even slightly
showing my bare breasts, the small thong clearly visible under it, and the
makeup so heavy that it seemed as if, well, as if I fit right into a place
like this. I looked like one of the girls from the
documentaries. Literally. I hardly believed I was transformed this
quickly. By now, I felt excitement just as much as I felt incredibly
nervous.

I had no idea when the club would be open for guests, and when we had to
enter the public area. There was probably going to be a hint or
something. And there was.

Jen opened the room and stood right in the dressing room, and spoke just
very briefly to whoever was there.

"Alright girls, let's make some money, let's go. And no more of that
childish shit like last week," and while saying the last thing, she looked
very sharply to one of the girls on the bench.

"She fucking pulled my hair," she muttered, which made some of the other
girls pay more attention.

"Oh she pulled your haaaaiiir," Jen responded quite sarcastically, as if
the girl was exaggerating. "What do you think you are, some kind of
princess? Are you fucking kidding me? Pulling a few of your hairs is a
problem? D'you really want to know what other shit we've been experiencing
here? Well?"

Jen would give the girl some serious backfire. One thing was certain, I
wasn't going to make any trouble with her. The girl just looked away,
annoyed, perhaps even frustrated.

"Let's go, money doesn't grow on trees," Jen then added, as the girls would
finally get into some kind of motion, while once again making it clear that
this place really was about money, which was something that kind of put me
back to reality, off the little fantasies I had been having.

As if it was rehearsed, all the girls would all grab their pair of high
heeled shoes, and put them on finally. I did the same. I simply slipped
into them and carefully stood up straight. I never stood up straight on
heels this high. Holy mother, they were high.

The girls stood up, one after another, almost even naturally wiggling their
hips, and walked out of the dressing room. I was the last one to join them.

There I was, in the line of girls, and entering the public area. People
actually seeing me like that. In that sheer baby doll, the ridiculously
small thong, and the stereotypical very, very high heels that I'd be
wearing. For someone who didn't know better, I'd look like some kind of
hooker.

I even imitated them in how they walked. One foot in front of the other,
and I'd swear they'd even push out their butts with every step. I felt
slightly embarrassed as I tried to do the same, although I'm sure I was
holding back naturally.

I saw the public club area being somewhat filled up. Women sitting at the
small tables. Some alone, others in groups of two, three sometimes. Their
noses all moving into the direction where we came from once they noticed
us.

I felt very vulnerable, maybe even embarrassed, entering that public area
like this. But there were just so many things to pay attention to.

The most alarming thing was seeing the girls around me getting to work. I
noticed one of the black girls immediately walking off to a specific
customer, and without holding back, she'd just sit on the lap of some much
older woman.

"Hey baby, thought I'd never see you again," she said to the woman, loud
enough for most people to hear.

I saw another girl just literally, as if some kind of slut, slowly sliding
up her black tight dress, exposing her panties, right in front of two women
sitting there and saying something I couldn't hear.

The other girls went off in random directions, but everyone seemed to at
least have a clear target. Yet there I was, having no clue how to begin,
and slightly intimidated by all the things happening around me - the
realization of what it would be really like to actually work here.

I just kept walking, while feeling so tense about everything at this
point. Until I heard a voice.

"Eh, hello?"

I heard the voice from behind me, and when I looked over my shoulder, I
looked into the eyes of an older, short haired woman, having an extremely
critical, and one could say almost cold and frustrated look in her eyes. I
realized that I had to play the part right, even though I didn't know what
was actually going on, as she used a tone that would make it seem as if I
didn't understand something.

"Hi," I then smiled with an awkward feeling, while turning around,
seemingly as if I had realised that she wanted some attention.

"Hi," she shot back with a definite expression of annoyance on her face.

She made a tired, almost bored impression, yet she was eyeing me over
downright shamelessly. I could just see her eyes going from my bare legs,
to what I was wearing, to my face finally.

"Yeah so, dress off please?" she continued, in a tone that indicated as if
I should have known what she wanted in advance or something, while she
shoved a few 5 dollar bills over the table.

It was really that simple. Pay money, take things off. It was only then
that I noticed the menus on the table, which she was just briefly reading
off before putting 15 bucks on the table. I really had no idea what was on
that thing.

"Sure," I then grinned with the most awkward grin I've ever expressed, and
just reached down, and pulled up the sheer baby doll, while I could feel my
nerves raging through my body, exposing myself like this in a room full of
people.

I moved the sheer, white baby doll over my head, baring my stomach, but
also my naked breasts, and I could really hardly believe that I was doing
this. I didn't know where to put the dress, so I just draped it over the
small round table the woman was sitting at.

"I don't want to see it, can I just put it on the floor?" she then asked,
to my surprise.

"Oh, sure," I nodded, remembering very well that I shouldn't just refuse
things and be easy going, and this request seemed tolerable enough.

In a casual way, but relieved in a way, she just shoved my dress from the
table, and I watched it fall on the floor. I somehow even felt more naked.

"Yeah, come here for fondling," out her arm and gestured me to come closer,
that same casual but impatient look on her face.

Come here for fondling..? Without really knowing what it meant, I just
walked closer to her, up to the point where I was just standing right next
to her. She then pointed at the menu she was keeping in her one hand, which
literally had "Sexy fondling" on it.

"Do I get a reduction when I only want to touch your ass?" she then said,
quite unexpectedly.

I read the "Menu" over her shoulder, which literally had fondling listed
for 25 bucks. It seemed almost an exaggerated amount of money to me in the
first place, but what did I know.

"Uh well.. like.. 15?" I answered her, after reading the price for this
particular thing.

"Alright.." she searched through her purse, and her wallet in there for
some time. "Thanks," she just casually added without looking into my eyes,
while she put the bills on the table, and almost immediately reached out,
not really stopped by any piece of clothing, while I was just dressed in
the thong and the really high platform heels.

Her hand briefly rested on my hip, but soon ran down over my naked butt,
even slightly squeezing my smooth round cheek. She reached up, and briefly
played with the small white thong a bit, which made me feel ever so
vulnerable. As if she was simply playing with the last piece of protection
I was wearing before every single person in the club could see me naked.

"Yeah.." she'd just mutter, as she would keep caressing and softly
squeezing my bare butt as she did, which felt so objectifying in itself.

Just feeling her fingers, the fingers of a stranger, on my bare skin, and
even there on my bare skin, was a very new experience for me. And any
moment I thought her fingers would wander off between my legs. I don't even
know why I suspected that to happen. Then, I heard a clear sigh.

"Alright, if you're going to be like that, I'm going to go," she sounded
very annoyed now.

I looked over my shoulder, down on her.

"What?" I asked, using a friendly tone, not wanting to disappoint anyone at
this point, while I just barely started working here.

"Well you're not even bending over!" she expressed loudly.

I then realized what was expected.

"Sorry.. I've just been sleeping all day," I made up on the spot, not
wanting to come off as some prude.

"I bet you did," she muttered using that same annoyed tone, while I was
actually bending over, literally sticking my naked butt out to her.

She acted just like it was expected, and just continued fondling, even
squeezing my cheeks apart a few times, which must have been exposing the
white thong between my cheeks to her, and given how small the thong was,
she might have seen.. a lot.

She even took her glass of Pepsi from the table to take a sip while she
just casually kept caressing my butt. To my embarrassment, she then slapped
my butt a few times. Not at all hard, just casually. But the sound of it
was especially so embarrassing as I was sure it drew more people's
attention to me, and to what was happening here while I stood right next to
the woman, bent forward, legs straight, my hands on her table, and my butt
sticking out, just wearing the tiny thong and the ridiculously
stereotypical, transparent platform shoes.

When I peeked into the club from where I was standing, while the woman
would casually keep caressing my bare butt, I'd see some girl literally
sliding off some woman's lap, with a somewhat bored expression on her
face. I had a hard time grasping her level of boredom, her obvious amount
of experience with these things that must have caused her to not really
care anymore.

Further on, I saw the short Spanish girl straddling a woman's lap who must
have been twice her age, literally completely naked, except, of course, for
her platform high heels. Wow. And the woman was literally sliding her hand
under her, very clearly touching her pussy. This was just.. wasn't this
actual sex..? Right there, in public? "Fondling?"

I then suddenly heard a familiar sounding voice right next to me. It was
Jen. Without hearing the woman's answer, she then suddenly stood right in
front of me, reached out her hand to me and lifted my chin with her finger.

"Crystal baby, fondling doesn't take more than a minute, enough, get
dressed."

 "Okay." I'd answer her softly, with a feeling of deep shame.

When I finally stood up and turned around, the woman would even casually
reach to the floor and pick up the sheer white baby doll, just to hand it
to me. I swear she had a satisfied look on her face. As if she got more
than she paid for. Which she probably did.

When I finally put on the sheer white baby doll again, and stood up
straight in front of Jen, she seemed quite impatient.

"Well? Are you going to make money or not? The money is right there," she
reached out and gripped my upper arm just as she did when I first visited,
and turned me to face two women who must have been standing there watching
already and who looked like housewives somewhere in their forties, and
whose eyes glanced over my body, over the baby doll.

"Hey, Jen, what's her name?" one of the women asked while leaning towards
Jen.

Not asking me, but asking Jen.

"That's Crystal, she's new."

"Mm.. and veeeery pretty," she said while she reached out to my arm and
caressed my upper arm with her fingertips, right where Jen just held me.

She looked into my eyes, as if she was expecting something.

"What do you say when you get a compliment?"

I stared at her, but before I could answer, Jen intervened.

"I think she'd say, 'where is my 30 bucks for submission?'" Jen sneered
with a large grin.

The women both laughed out loud, and one of them reached for her purse, and
handed Jen three 10 dollar notes.

"So, what do you say, sexy little Crystal," the woman would look into my
eyes again as Jen just received her money.

I didn't know what exactly was being paid for. Submission..? Then Jen stood
right next to me again, holding the menu she picked up from the table
behind me right in front of me, from the woman who just paid for fondling
me.

She simply pointed her finger at "Submissive Behavior ............ 30",
right under "Dirty Talk .............. 25". Submissive behavior! I just
nodded slightly at Jen, not wanting to disappoint her, maybe even wanting
to prove that I could do this. I looked the smiling woman into her eyes
again.

"Thank you..?" I finally responded, not really sure what was expected. Both
the women smiled, although it was a slightly taunting smile, it seemed.

"I think pretty little Crystal needs to learn a few things still.. like not
answering questions with questions."

The women just kept staring at me, with that same smile.

"Bad Crystal" the other then said, and both looking at me as if they were
waiting for an answer from me, almost with a sarcastic smile on both their
faces.

I really didn't know what was expected of me now. But the women continued
their game and didn't mind to elaborate.

"What do you say when you've been bad?"

Again I stared at them for seconds. Jen chuckled even, as her hand brushed
slightly against my upper arm.

"You two have fun with her," she said as she simply walked off, leaving the
women still staring into my eyes expectantly, and me having to guess yet
again what to say.

"Sorry..?" I answered while I felt a slight bit as if I was being actually
humiliated by now.

Both of them looked at each other, then at me again, with a devious look in
their eyes.

"Was that a question again, bad little Crystal?" I couldn't do anything but
grin, and make it seem as if this was a game, which it was of course.

"Sorry," I then smiled awkwardly, trying to play their game.

"That's a little better already. I'm sure you'll learn."

"And as for what she doesn't learn, I'm sure her pretty body can make up
for that," the other said, while casually reaching out to the sheer, very
short, wide baby doll and lifting it to look at the thong under it. Not
that she couldn't see the thong through the sheer piece of fabric; it felt
as if it was more like a statement.

The other woman then came to stand next to me, and pushed my lower back, as
a sign to walk.

"Let's find a table to sit, and you show us a good time," she said, making
the expectations towards me somewhat clear, even though to me it was all
pretty vague still.

Weren't they aware that I wasn't at all experienced with this by now? But I
walked. The other woman walked behind us, while I looked in front of
us. For the first time I noticed that by now the club became even more
lively and crowded, and I saw at least two strippers dancing at
poles. Wow. This was all starting to look very intense.

There was a girl apparently entertaining a group of five women, who seemed
to be having some kind of bachelor party, all five of them being quite loud
and gesturing wildly about what they wanted the girl in front of them to
do. But the sight of what the girl was already doing was almost downright
shocking. She was sitting, or rather, lying on a small table in front of
them, bare naked, and with her legs wide spread, offering them all a view
on her pussy.

She was a hostess girl too, wasn't she? Was this the sort of thing that was
going to be expected from me? I told myself that I should not get near that
group. I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready to strip and open up wide
for a group of women like that. The girl didn't seem to care much at all,
as she casually ran her hand over her naked pussy in front of the group as
a teasing gesture. I saw her even put up her finger as a warning sign when
one of the women reached out to touch her, and especially the aftermath of
that: a few more bills thrown at her, after which she did no longer stop
the hand that was reaching for her pussy, and allowed the woman to freely
caress her. It all added to the pressure on me. What sort of thing would be
expected from me?

"You a student, honey?" the woman next to me, who was slightly pushing me
forward asked me casually.

I nodded, "yes."

She nodded. "Figured. Usually students or addicts here, and you seemed like
a student to me," she simply responded.

I didn't have a lot of time to think about it, even though it sounded
slightly terrible in my mind.

"You can sit here," she said as she guided me to the middle chair in
between two other chairs at a small round table.

I sat down, and they had a seat on both sides of me. The woman to the right
of me snapped her fingers at one of the waitresses who was close. They were
dressed as you would expect in a strip club. Hot pants, a top, knee high
socks and all stars. I figured they weren't required to wear high heels
with all the walking that they had to do.

"Hi, what can I do for you," the waitress said with a smile as she got to
our table, of course noticing I was one of the hostess girls.

"A rum and coke for us both please," she pointed at the other woman, "and
what do you drink?" she asked me.

"Legs apart, baby," the other woman then suddenly remarked, while she
leaned towards me a bit.

While I answered "a white wine please," I awkwardly put my feet apart a
bit.

"A white wine for our baby girl," the woman next to me then told the
waitress, as if she didn't hear my answer.

The other woman suddenly reached to my lap, and completely unexpectedly,
gave me a sharp slap on the inside of my bare thigh.

"Wider, come on," was her simple comment as she was still leaning towards
me.

As if stung by a bee, I spread my legs quite a lot wider. I saw the
waitress peek at us with a slight smile while she put the order in her
handheld, as she could clearly notice what was going on.

"Coming right up," the waitress said, and disappeared to the next table.

Without saying anything, the other woman then got her purse, and put a
number of 10 and 20 dollar bills on the table. I couldn't see exactly what
the final amount was. Just as I was wondering whether they were for me, the
other woman who was still leaning towards me looked up to me, and reached
out to take my chin in her fingers.

"Apologize to me," she said. I hardly knew what she was talking about.

I just stared at her, confused, but while feeling the pressure, I answered
"sorry" in a somewhat childish tone.

"Say: sorry for being such a prude," she responded immediately.

I had no choice, even though this felt as if she was humiliating me on
purpose. The money they already paid, and the money that was on the table,
all in all, they had paid a lot for me already, apparently. They were
expecting some things for that money. Was this still the "Submissive
Behavior" that they paid 30 dollar for?

"Sorry for being such a prude," I answered sheepishly, while the woman
would keep looking into my eyes, acting strict, but in reality more in a
sarcastic than strict way it seemed.

"Well if you're not a prude, why not show off that pretty pussy of yours."

She kept staring at me, again as if she expected an answer. "Hm?" she added
impatiently.

"Okay eh.. do you want me to.. take something off?" I answered, insecurely,
while just slightly reaching at the hem of the white baby doll I was
wearing.

"Sorry, what?" the woman said.

"Do you want me to take, uh, something off?" she then imitated me,
downright mocked me. "Are you serious?" she kept staring into my eyes, dead
serious, while for the first time I wished that I was not here, that I
didn't go on this little adventure.

I didn't know what to say, or what to do.

"Kath.. she's new," the other woman then tried to defend me.

"There is also a lot of money for her on the table, so she can stop acting
like I'm joking," the woman sneered at the other woman.

It was even as if she was feeling actually offended.

"I know, I know.." the other woman said, who was obviously more
understanding of my situation.

"Look, baby," said the other woman while now also leaning towards me, "do
you know what dirty talk is?"

She looked into my eyes, apparently expecting a serious answer. Of course I
knew what dirty talk was. Not that I ever really tried it, but I knew what
it was supposed to be like. The two women made me feel as if I wasn't at
all good at this.

"Well.. maybe you can try doing a bit more of that." Again she looked into
my eyes, and then pointed at the small table in front of us, which had at
least ten bills on it. "I mean, we're paying you pretty well, don't you
agree?" I immediately nodded my head, almost even feeling guilty by now.

"Mhm, yeah," I answered, while the two women would look at me from both
sides.

"So what's the problem?" the other woman sneered immediately from my other
side, and I briefly just peeked at her, not liking her attitude at all.

"Kath.. Kath.." she reached out her arm to her friend, in front of me, and
put her hand on her arm. "Look at how pretty she is" she said, apparently
as a way to calm down her friend. Kath remained quiet again, while I felt
ever so awkward.

The calmer woman then turned to me again.

"So when Kath asks you to show off your pussy, you could say: would you
like me to take off my sexy thong so you can look at my pretty pussy?' And
maybe add, 'Sorry for hiding it for so long'."

I could barely believe what she was asking of me. Did she seriously want me
to talk like that? I hesitated.

"Okay eh.." I kept looking into her eyes.

"Should I like.. ask that now?"

I heard the woman next to me actually sigh.

"Well for now, baby, I think Kath would appreciate it if you stood up for
her, bend over, and slowly peel off your panties for her."

I nodded.

"While apologizing," Kath added with just a slightly less annoyed tone than
before.

"Okay," I then said, while the woman to my right was smiling slightly,
empathetic even.

I finally stood up, on the very high, open platform heels, wearing nothing
but that short, white sheer baby doll and the white small thong.

"Face the other way," the woman on the other side was still "helping", as I
then turned to face the club, with my back to Kath.

Feeling incredibly tense, I then finally reached under the short baby doll,
put my thumbs under the small thong on my hips, and peeled it down slowly.

"Sorry for hiding my pussy for so long," I then managed to say, awkwardly,
as the small piece of fabric left from between my legs, and I was holding
my legs straight and sexy while I pulled it all the way down, ever so
nervous.

"Leave it on the floor," the woman was still instructing me while I was
standing in front of Kath, who said nothing.

I had never felt so naked all my life, as I carefully stepped out of the
small thong on those high heels, leaving the small thong on the floor right
next to me.

Suddenly, I felt a hand caressing me with a slight bit of force from behind
me, and running her hand all the way up my back, using her nails on the way
back down to scratch my back softly, breaking contact just before she'd
reach my butt, and giving a sharp slap on my ass. I felt myself tremble a
slight bit. Kath was intimidating.

"I want to see it from the start, put it back on," she said as she reached
down and casually handed me the thong from behind me.

I took the thong from her, and carefully balancing on those high shoes, I
put it back on with an embarrassed feeling, quietly wondering whether any
of the girls in the club were being given such a hard time as me. But then,
these girls certainly seemed not to be as inhibited and inexperienced as I
was. So it must be me.

"Well, sit down," she said as she reached for my arm, and slightly pulled
on it, as a sign to lower myself on the chair again. Just then, the
waitress would come over to serve our drinks.

"Thanks darling," the other woman thanked her, as she pulled her purse once
again, and paid her separately, leaving the money on the table for what it
was, making it all the more clear that this money was meant for me.


Then, I finally had no choice but to look Kath into her eyes as she then
leaned towards me again.

"So, if you're not a prude, why don't you show us that pretty pussy," she
said while staring into my eyes with that same demanding look she had on
her face earlier.

I had to play the game. The other woman had told me exactly what she wanted
me to say. I felt a shiver going down my spine as I tried to set myself to
actually answer like that.

"Do you want me to take off my sexy thong and show you my pretty pussy?"
while I blushed like crazy.

To my dismay, she delayed her answer for seconds that felt like
minutes. She seemed to even have changed her mind.

"Do it slow," she finally said, and again I got up from the chair to repeat
the ritual.

I stood right in front of her again, reached under the short, sheer baby
doll, and peeled the small thong off my hips, over my butt again, to then
slowly let it slide down my legs, and again struggle to balance myself as I
stepped out of it completely.

"Spread 'em, you promised pussy," I then heard simply, while at the same
time I felt a hand almost forcefully slide between my knees and push them
apart, as if I wouldn't do it without the extra hint.

"That's a good girl. See, you can do it," I heard from aside, from the
other woman.

Soon, her hand was playfully fondling my cheek, while Kath would run her
fingernails softly over my back under the baby doll again, which somehow
felt more threatening than playful.

"A bit more dirty talk honey, come on," I now heard from the other woman,
who used to be helpful before and took my side.

She accompanied the remark by a few soft, playful taps on my bare cheek,
but they felt condescending more than anything else. It increased the
pressure even more. Now even she thought that I didn't put in enough
effort? But I had to try. I wished I was as liberated and experienced as
the other girls. I was sure they didn't have any problem with this.

"Do you like looking at my sexy pussy?" I then asked with an awkward
feeling.

To my surprise, there was an immediate answer from Kath, who had been
somewhat quiet and annoyed the last few minutes.

"We do honey, are you gonna mention your ass as well? Your sexy round,
slutty student ass? Go on," she once again gave an unexpected, sharp slap
on my butt.

Again I set myself to try. I had to, even though it felt so awkward. I
agreed to do this.

"You like watching my sexy ass?" I tried, not wanting to go further.

"I think I said something else," I heard sharply behind me.

Before I knew it, the other woman, next to where I was standing leaned
towards me and reached towards my blonde long wavy hair, only to make sure
it was behind my ear. Then, she'd reach for my now exposed ear, which
somehow gave me goosebumps.

"You gotta listen better, honey," as to my shock, she started twisting my
ear.

"Ow.. ow.." I squirmed as I didn't know what to do, and helplessly reached
out to her as a sign to stop her while I was bent over like that, even
though it hardly got to a point where it really hurt.

"Are you going to try harder, sweetie? You're not cheap you know."

"Yes, yes," I answered immediately, really wanting her to stop whatever it
was she was planning to do.

Finally, she let go.

"Go on.."

"Do you like looking at my.. sexy.. slutty student ass?"

"I guess that's good enough," the woman replied.

"Ask me to slap it hard," I then heard Kath say again.

I knew I shouldn't hesitate and go with the flow.

"Do you want to slap it hard?" I simply did what she said.

Before I knew it, however, I felt those fingers around my earlobe again,
and this time, without any further warning, she twisted my ear hard, which
hurt like crazy. I was literally trembling on my feet while I had a painful
expression on my face.

"Slap... WHAT.. hard.." she said calmly while she stood right next to me.

"Ow.. my.. sexy slutty student ass," I answered desperately.

"Try again, you were talking to Kath," as she then simply let go of my ear,
which was burning by now.

I couldn't believe I was being treated like this, they were downright
belittling me as if I was some little girl.

"Would you like to slap my sexy slutty.. student ass hard?" I finally said
after the worst pain was gone from my ear.

"Beg for it," Kath continued taunting me.

"Please slap my sexy slutty student ass hard," I immediately answered this
time.

And immediately, a hard slap on my bare ass followed, turning some heads
here and there. I kept breathing, while I felt my butt sting.

"Ask for another."

"Please slap my sexy slutty student ass hard."

She paused, and only after 3 long seconds, she sharply slapped my ass
again. In front of me, I saw one of the women I think I saw in the bachelor
party group standing still and watching us and smiling.

"Has she been bad?" she eventually asked towards us.

"No this is her being good," the woman next to me immediately answered.

The woman didn't seem to get it, looked somewhat awkwardly, and then
continued walking back to her group, and I was glad that she did.

The ritual would repeat a few more times, before the waitress would come
over again, asking the two women if they wanted to drink anything
else. They ordered, and asked her if Candice was around. She promised to go
look for her.  Then she turned to me, while I was still bent over the table
with my butt sticking out and my legs slightly spread.

"Jen wants to see you when you're done," she said closer to my ear, but the
women still overheard what she said.

"She stays here until Candice is here."

The waitress nodded. "Sure, I'll get her."

My white wine was still untouched on the table, right next to me. When the
waitress left, the woman next to me would gently stroke my still somewhat
stinging cheek again.

"Time for a proper goodbye for now, don't you think honey" she said in her
calm, but ever so taunting voice.

I just knew there would be challenges ahead.


"You're gonna sit on both of our laps, one by one, give us a kiss, and tell
us that you're going to be a good little slut next time. Okay sweetie?"

"Mhm," I answered immediately, not wanting to get in trouble for anything
in this phase, while already wondering why Jen wanted to see me.

I was almost sure it was because I wasn't performing well enough somehow.

I turned around, and since Kath was the closest, I didn't have a choice but
to sit on her lap first. I nervously gave the woman who apparently got
angry at me earlier a kiss on her lips, and knew what I had to tell her,
which was so humiliating now that I was this close. It was almost as if
they had won in corrupting me a little, and at the same time it was like I
was making up for all the things I did "wrong" this time.

"I'll be a good little slut next time," I said while I couldn't look
anywhere but into her eyes.

"I hope you are," she said, still not taking the awkward kind of guilt away
from me.

I just smiled sheepishly while I slid off her lap again, and while moving
on to the other woman, I got another playful slap on my bare butt.

"Little student slut," she said while I had already turned my back to her,
but somehow it still felt that I had to acknowledge her, which I did by
giving her a slight smile over my shoulder.

Then I went to the other woman, while a tall black girl arrived at her
table, in a purple, shiny super short dress, and her high heels made her
even taller.

"Hiii how are you," she immediately leaned towards Kath to hug her and give
her a long kiss right on her lips.

"Hi Candice baby, so good to see you," she'd answer.

The three of them must have been knowing each other for a while. I just
noticed it before I sat down on the lap of the other woman, and kissed her.

"What do you say," she then asked me, while she teasingly reached to my ear
again. I actually felt treated like a little girl.

"I'll be a good little slut next time," I answered, embarrassed about
Candice being there now, someone they seemed to be treating much more like
an equal.

"I know you will,"

I finally got off her lap.

"Don't forget your thong sweetie" the woman pointed to the floor while
Candice was already sitting on Kath's lap, and I could just hear "well why
don't I do a nice little striptease for you both then.. I know how you like
girls who tease".

I picked up the thong, and once again put it on. It felt safer somehow,
even though the thong was just tiny. I wanted to say goodbye, but the two
of them were already immersed in the presence of Candice, and didn't pay
any attention anymore. I didn't know how to feel. Humiliated, belittled,
taunted.

With a confused, insecure feeling I went to look for Jen.

"Hey, do you know where Jen is?" I asked a waitress, while feeling a bit
stressed for some reason.

Just then, Jen came up to me in a slight hurry, and immediately pushed into
my lower back to walk with her.

"We need to get you changed. Are you doing alright? You earned a nice
amount with Kath and Amy, they're nice aren't they?" she talked fast, maybe
even rushed, and she didn't seem to even listen to any answers I gave.

She took me back to the dressing room.

"We got a VIP in the back and she saw you," she only briefly said, while
searching for something.

She then handed me a thin, silver belly chain. "Here, wear this.." I didn't
really understand what was going on, while she searched for something else
as I attached the belly chain around me, under the baby doll.

"No, no, the rest goes off, you can put this on to cover yourself," she
said as she handed me a short, purple short robe.

I looked at her slightly puzzled, but then reached for the hem of the baby
doll, and lifted it up, over my head, and took it off.

The panties had to go too. I didn't feel that embarrassed in front of Jen,
I somehow trusted her with this.

"Yeah, go, put it on," she seemed definitely in a rush, as I put the silky
short robe over my practically naked body, only wearing the belly chain and
the very high stripper heels.

"Wait, wait," she said as she simply lifted the back of the robe. "I
thought I saw them slap you, fucking spank marks," she mumbled.

She let go of the robe, and soon enough, returned with some foundation, and
very quickly rubbed it on my bare cheeks.

"Alright," she said as she finally let go of the robe again, letting it
fall back on my bare butt. She looked at me for another few seconds, "let's
go."

Still confused about what was happening, I walked with her again, into the
club. We went all the way to the back, where during my introduction, she
very briefly showed the VIP areas. Booths that were separated from the
public area by long pearl bead curtains, and were basically small rooms
with a corner couch, two chairs, an ottoman in the middle, and a TV.

"So here's what you do," she explained while we were walking through the
club, turning heads a few times, even though I was covered more than I was
earlier. "As soon as you step into the VIP room, you take off the robe and
leave it outside the booth, and walk to the woman sitting all the way in
the back in the large arm chair, one of our girls is sitting with her. As
soon as the girl is gone, you take her place, simple as that. She knows
everything about you already. They can be a bit demanding, but it's good
business. I'm sure you'll be fine. Go."

She gave me yet another push into the direction of the pearl bead curtain
in front of us.

While I was overwhelmed with all the instructions, I stepped forward,
through the curtain. I knew I had to do it now.

As I opened the robe belt, and simply slid off the silky thing, I looked
inside.

There was indeed a black, somewhat large woman sitting in one of the arm
chairs, who was undeniably the woman Jen was talking about. She had a
Spanish girl sitting on her armrest, who was as nude as I was. With one
foot on the floor and one foot on the seat of the chair, she sat there open
wide for the woman in the chair. The black woman's hand was just casually
playing with her thigh, very close to her bald pussy.

There was another, similar looking woman sitting on the couch to her side,
and a younger, slimmer, tough looking black girl with a gang scarf around
her head was half sitting, half leaning on the woman's other arm rest.

Just as I thought I had seen everything, I noticed the two Spanish girls in
the corner right beside me, again fully naked wearing just high heels,
kissing, and acting as if this was real. They were doing just that, nothing
more.

The woman on the couch and the woman in the chair seemed to be having a
conversation. I took a deep breath, and remembered what to do. I simply
reached my hand through the pearl bead curtain, and dropped the purple
silky robe outside the booth.

Completely naked and wearing just the belly chain and the high platform
heels, I then entered the room.

The gangster girl noticed me approaching, and snapped her fingers. The
naked girl on the other armrest immediately looked towards her, and the
gangster girl signed for her to move away. She got up within a second, and
walked towards me, but past me. I was to replace her, that's what I knew.

When I walked past the ottoman, I saw a small mirror on top of it, with
three white lines. Drugs. They were doing drugs in here. It made the
atmosphere even more tense.

The contrast was so huge, me being entirely nude, as opposed to the three
black women sitting there, apart from the naked girls in the corner,
kissing. As if they were some piece of living art.

Nervously, I approached the woman while she was still busy talking with the
other one, and barely seemed to notice me. The gangster girl appeared to
keep a sharp eye on me. I had the feeling that I shouldn't make mistakes
here, and I approached the chair closer, and finally taking a seat on the
arm rest, and like the other girl was doing, keeping one foot on the floor,
and carefully placed my high heel on the seat. The woman then slightly
looked up at me.

"Hi baby girl, I'll be with you in a moment," she said, while her hand then
reached out to my thigh, and just like she was doing with the other girl,
she casually started to caress high up my inner thigh with her
knuckles. Softly, but so objectifying like this.

"All I'm saying is, if we move now, there's a risk we don't wanna take,"
the other woman simply continued, while the woman in the chair just barely
touched the small blonde landing strip between my legs with her fingertips.

"I hear you, I hear you," the woman next to me answered, "but we got a
deadline, Dee, and the deadline is non negotiable."

I had no idea what they were discussing, and I could hardly pay attention
to it, as I was concentrating on the woman's fingers high up between my
legs, and everything else that was going on in the room.

I peeked at the gangster girl, and noticed she was still keeping her eyes
on me like a hawk.

"Well you're putting me in a difficult position," she answered.

"What do you want me to say. Gangsta life ain't easy, Dee. I'll make sure
there'll be some extra bacon for you girl. Don't worry. E's gonna take care
of you," she assured her, while slowly I realised what this was.

They were talking about drugs. They were in a gang. It made me feel quite
uncomfortable. I was in a room with some gang boss and a few of her
members, and I was wearing nothing. And she had specifically asked for me
to be here.

"We straight?" she then asked the other woman, who reached out her hand,
and I saw them do some kind of gang greeting. I felt so out of place.

Then finally, the woman would turn her face to me.

"Hi baby," she then said again, as the woman would softly talk with the
gangster girl about when someone was going to show up, and she seemed
stressed.

"Hi," I answered, awkwardly, feeling small somehow.

"I'm Miss E, most call me Missy for short," she said, as she reached out
her hand.

She seemed very friendly.

"I'm Crystal," I said with a strange feeling as I shook her hand.

"Yeah.. I know who you are. I saw you with those two white mamas just half
an hour ago. Thought you'd prefer sitting with a black mama, ain't that
right baby girl."

I felt awkward, not at all knowing what to answer to that.

"Mhm" I then nodded, as if she was naturally right.

"Thought so. Give mama a kiss, then," she simply said.

I awkwardly leaned forward towards her while still sitting on the arm rest,
and while she leaned towards me, I gave her a soft kiss on her lips.

"That's right, very nice," she said, while she simply went back to casually
touching me up my thigh.

"That's a very nice pussy you got there, baby," she went on to compliment
me.

At one hand this felt so much nicer than what I had been through before,
but there was this undertone, this atmosphere, it was slightly
just.. scary.

"Thanks," I smiled awkwardly.

"You're welcome baby," she immediately acknowledged me.

She made a very attentive impression, as if right now, I was the only one
person in the world for her, even while the subject was so odd in a way.

"I love this little landing strip," she said as her knuckles softly
caressed over my carefully trimmed, very short blonde pubic hairs between
my legs.

I thought I got goosebumps while she did that.

"Why don't you tell me whose pussy this is," she then asked, and I already
felt myself pressured again.

I didn't have very good experiences with giving wrong answers in this place
so far.

"Yours..?" I answered softly, carefully.

"That's right.. you're a smart girl aren't you. Smart college girl," she
answered directly, while the others were still talking softly, seemingly to
not disturb Missy.

I just smiled, not really sure if an answer was at all expected.

"Which college do you go to?" she then asked directly, and I felt myself
freeze for a second.

Was I really going to tell this woman where I actually go to college? But
for some reason, I thought it was better not to lie at this point.

"Adler," I answered, insecurely.

"Adler.." she repeated. "I know where that is. Gab.. Gab.." she turned her
face to the other side, where the gangster girl was, interrupting their
conversation. "Gab, didn't you go to Adler University?" The girl started
laughing.

"What are you talking about, I didn't go to college E!" The three of them
laughed, and I awkwardly laughed with them.

This situation was so odd.

"Then how did you get so smart!" Missy then joked back at her.

"Yo I started to work when I was 12, ain't nobody got time for college!"
she remarked again, and again we laughed.

"So apparently you can get smart by just working, you hear that baby girl?"
she turned to me again.

I nodded with a grin, "yes so I hear," I smiled, loosening up, even in this
very strange situation.

"You can work for me if you want.. I got a position for an Eye Candy
Consultant, what do you say," the other two chuckled, while Missy kept
looking into my eyes, a teasing smile around her lips.

I laughed, mostly to clear the air. I wasn't entirely sure whether she was
serious or not.

"I'll think about it," I answered after hesitating a bit.

"You'll think about it huh. Hear that? We got some convincing to do with
this pretty girl," she briefly turned towards the other two.

Again they laughed, and I laughed with them.

"Seems to me that your most important asset is being a hot little thing,
ain't nothing to do with college," she then said, but this time actually
giving me a serious look, and her tone slightly changing, which I
immediately felt.

It gave me a shiver down my spine, while it almost felt like she was
actually pushing me to.. work for her?

"Although I'm not sure yet if you have what it takes. How about you show me
your ass."

I looked somewhat surprised at her sudden request for a second, although I
knew I was going to comply with what she wanted. But then Gab stood up, and
walked around the chair, towards me. She talked softly, but clearly. She
took my wrist in a somewhat firm grip, to help me off the chair, which was
easy enough to do by myself. But she held my wrist while I was standing
there next to the chair. Fully nude, except the high heels and the belly
chain.

"Put your left knee up here," she pointed to the arm rest. "No, a bit
further, this way," she gestured for my knee to move further to the end of
the arm rest. "Rest your hands here," she pointed right in front of my
knee, "and stick your right leg out," causing me to stand in a position
where my ass would be sticking out slightly while standing right next to
Missy, within hand reach. "Further.. yeah like that. Stay still like that,"
she softly but clearly instructed me, as she finally let go of my wrist. I
felt so naked. And her firm grip and tough appearance made me feel so
small.

It was as if I was some kind of nude model, doing a sexy pose.

"Did you hear anything from C yet?" she asked Gab, as she moved to the
other side of the chair again, and I suddenly felt Missy's hand softly
caressing my naked butt, all the way over my thigh.

I couldn't see her face standing like that, and I just looked into the
room, blushing slightly. The two girls were still kissing there in the
corner, non stop. The whole conversation of working for her seemed to have
been forgotten, which I was relieved about.

"Nope.. gonna make some calls," Gab said, while standing up and looking
through her phone.

"Send her a picture of Crystal here, so she knows she's welcome," Missy
said, without at all asking me if that was allowed.

"That's nice," the other woman said, complimenting what was obviously her
boss.

Gab looked a bit distracted.

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

She held up her phone.

"Smile," Gab told me. I was too overwhelmed to not comply, and I smiled as
well as I could. I heard the sound of a picture being taken, and she was
back on her phone.

"Tell her we got a blonde party waiting for her," Missy said, obviously
amused by herself.

"A blonde party," the other woman chuckled.

"That's right. Look how entertaining she is," Missy said, as she then
softly landed her hand on my bare ass, making a soft but clear slapping
sound in the small VIP room.

The woman stared at Missy and me. I couldn't see Missy's face, but I could
see the other woman's face. Missy went back to caressing my butt.

"A bit of sound would be nice when I slap you, baby girl."

I got really nervous. I was still a bit traumatized by what the other women
required of me, and I felt as if I had to put in some effort. I looked over
my shoulder for the first time.

"Oh like eh.. what kind of sound?"

"Like you like it. Moan a little. Porn style." she simply explained, very
directly, as I nodded and looked in front of me again.

"Like she likes it? You mean she doesn't like it?" the other woman asked
Missy.

"She likes getting paid" Missy then answered boldly. "You like getting
paid, don't you baby."

It felt as if she was waiting for an actual answer.

"Mhm," I answered awkwardly.

"Say: I love getting paid," she then insisted.

As with the other women, it felt even more as if I had no choice
here. These people were gangsters.

"I love getting paid," I answered, embarrassed about what that would made
me sound like.

"Cause I'm a little whore," she then added bluntly from behind me.

I was shocked by how quickly her tone could change to a sharp, demanding
tone, coming from a somewhat sweet, teasing tone.

"Cause I'm a little whore," I then repeated after her, against my will, and
while I could almost literally feel the humiliation.

Both remained quiet after my answer, while Gab was still making somewhat
stressed phone calls.

"See how much fun she is?" she mentioned to the other woman gain, while her
hand went back to softly caressing my bare ass, which was forced to stick
out slightly in the position Gab put me. "Let's check how smart she is."

Her hand was removed for a few seconds, while yet another slap, not too
hard, but slightly harder than the previous one, sounded very clearly in
the room. I had to do it.

"Mhh.." I squirmed awkwardly, while I felt as if everyo ole room could hear
me. Even the kissing girls in the corner smiled into my direction in
between their kissing.

"Mmm.. she is smart. That sounded very nice," the other woman remarked
after me making the sound right after the slap.

"And she has a very nice ass," Missy commented from behind me, while her
hand went back to softly caressing my naked skin.

Her hand crawled over the cheek she just slapped, all along my fully
exposed naked thigh, sliding towards my inner thigh, and just kept
caressing there for a while, while she went back into a conversation with
Dee, the woman on the couch.

Within minutes, Missy and Dee seemed to be immersed in a conversation I
couldn't follow entirely, while Gab was still making phone calls and
texting.

"Gab?" Missy then at some point called for her.

"Yeah what?" she looked up from the phone she was texting on.

"Can you make sure my baby girl sticks it out nicer?" she then said, to my
surprise, while not even sure what she meant, but she was calling me baby
girl right from the start, so she must mean me.

Couldn't she just ask for what she meant directly? Gab looked slightly
annoyed, as I just stood there, as it was clearly not the intention to have
me do something on my own initiative.

"Yeah, eh, sure," Gab walked towards me, and briefly touched my knee.

"Yeah this one, more towards the edge," she said while I adjusted my
posture, leaving barely enough space for my hands to put on anymore, making
my pose harder.

"Yeah and arch this, more," she simply said while pressing on my bare lower
back, pushing out my butt even more exaggeratedly.

I couldn't possible assume a sluttier pose than this. And once again, I
just felt Missy's fingers gently run over my cheeks. Only this time, she
ran her fingers towards the inside, and before I knew it, her finger
trailed all the way through my crack. Over my asshole, down over my soft
lips, and slightly through my sharply trimmed blonde public hair, and all
the way back. She repeated the gesture a few times, while I held my breath
and tried not to downright shiver. This was so intimate.

It was as if she magnified how vulnerable my position was, and showed me
that she could literally do anything.

Gab eventually joined the two women again, while I was stuck in this
extremely slutty pose.

At one point, I could feel Missy lift my left foot slightly, and took off
the high heeled, transparent platform stripper shoe. She put it next to her
on the seat, lifted my foot slightly, and then started playing with my
toes, just like that, one by one, starting at the smallest. I felt so
awkward. No one ever touched my toes like that. It felt almost as if I was
really nothing more than an object to her. She rubbed my sole just a bit,
before going back to my toes.

I felt weirdly embarrassed about being touched like that, with my bare,
perfect round butt sticking out exaggeratedly, and wearing just this belly
chain, and having my toes played with. She ran her fingers in between my
toes even, one by one. I was standing there in this pose and have my foot
played with for I don't know how long.

Then finally, Gab announced that 'C' would be here soon.

"Let's prepare some candy for her, shall we," Missy said, as Gab nodded,
and walked to my side.

Missy let go of her foot, and Gab would somewhat roughly slide the open
platform sandal on my foot again.

"Stand up," she simply said, as she grabbed my wrist again like she did
before, firm, almost forceful.

I felt my muscles hurt a bit even when I finally stood up after such a long
time in the same, demanding and uncomfortable position. She led me to the
ottoman in the middle of the room, the girls in the back still making out
with each other, and only slightly peeking at what was happening.

"Get on it, doggy," Gab would tell me, speaking rapidly as she did.

But I couldn't understand what she meant.

"Like, on the thing?"

"Yeah, get on it, doggy."

Gab became impatient. She pulled on my wrist, forcing me to put my knee on
the ottoman to even keep balance.

"What are you, deaf? Sit doggy style. Hands and knees. Like you wanna get
fucked," she then even sneered at me.

Then I finally got it. With a deep blush, I would sit on the thing on my
hands and knees. Gab would immediately adjust my posture, grabbing my waist
and even lifting me up slightly, bringing my knees to the front a bit more,
and pressing on my back to get me to arch my back.

I was sitting in a pose that was at least as slutty as the one I assumed
while leaning on Missy's arm rest. Like I was ready to get fucked. Gab then
took the mirror with the three white lines of powder from the ottoman, and
came to sit next to me.

"Sit still, this shit is expensive," she simply told me, right before I
felt something light drop in three places on my body.

Once on my back between my shoulders, and the other two on both my
cheeks. I then felt something thin being moved over my back, probably to
get the powder in a line again. It was only then that I realized that they,
or someone, was going to snort drugs off of my body. I felt the thin thing
move over my bare cheeks that were sticking out seductively, my knees wide
apart.

"Hi..." I then heard right after I heard the sound of the pearl bead
curtain moving, as I tried to look up to see who it was, but I didn't dare
to move all too much since I was very afraid I'd mess up the drugs.

"Hey C, take some candy."

"That looks good..." this person named 'C' said, although I could only see
a pair of black sneakers and jeans.

She stood literally right in front of me, and I could look up as far as her
crotch. I could swear she was smelling strongly of gasoline and fire. That
smell quickly became a taste, as I would then suddenly see a black finger
pushed under my nose, and forced its way in between my lips. I couldn't do
anything but letting her.

"Lick it, bitch," she said with a low voice.

"That's so C, always boss," Gab remarked, as I had no choice but to lick
her finger.

I was disgusted by the taste of gasoline, but what was I going to do? I
just made sure I sat as still as possible. She then finally removed her
finger, and walked beside me.

First, I then felt how the line of powder would get snorted up from in
between my shoulders. Then, she moved on to my butt, seductively pointing
up and presenting her two more lines of white powder. What I didn't expect,
was that prior to her snorting the two lines of powder, she'd let her
tongue run all through my crack, all the way from my pussy to my ass. I had
to do my very best to not move or tremble. I was dead nervous. I hadn't
even seen the face of this C person, and yet I felt her tongue run right
between my legs.

After the few lines disappeared into her nose, she gave me a hard slap on
my ass.

"Damn!! Shit. This shit was intense."

Apparently she was then finally greeting the others, while they left me
sitting there. Again as if I wasn't there. As some kind of object. I felt
dirty. I then suddenly heard a voice right next to my ear.

"Go clean yourself up and get back here to Missy." It was Gab who commanded
me yet again.

I crawled up, and while looking over my shoulder on my way out, I could
finally see C's face. Another gangster type like Gab. Braided black hair,
tattoos all over her neck, a flannel shirt and sharp, aggressive eyes. Our
eyes met just for a second, but the contrast between me and her was so
obvious.

I was glad I found the purple silk robe right outside the VIP booth, right
where I dropped it on the floor. I put it on, and quickly fastened the
belt. The club was actually getting less crowded by now.

I returned to the dressing room, feeling as if I just came back from a
different world. Jen appeared behind me while I took off the robe, and
wearing just the belly chain, I washed myself in front of the sink.

"Are you alright?" she said as I could see her approach me in the mirror.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered, keeping myself together.

"Some coke here still," she said, as she took the cloth from me, and washed
off a slight few bits of coke from high up my naked butt.

"Missy just told me they're going to a club, but she wants to say bye
before she goes," she then told me. "And after that you're going home, this
was enough for one night. If you promise to think about what I offered
you," she added.

I just nodded. I was very sure I wasn't going to work here permanently.

"I better go back then, huh?" I asked Jen, as she nodded.

"Yeah. No clothes inside though, just like before."

I nodded understandingly, as I now started to realize this whole nudity
rule might also be for security reasons. I walked out into the club again,
into the back, towards the curtain. The four of them were standing up and
just talking and sending messages on their phones, and the kissing girls
were finally gone.

It felt weird to have to remove the robe again, leaving me nude while
wearing my shoes, and still wearing the thin belly chain like before. It
even took a few seconds before Missy noticed her, and she approached her
again.

"Hi baby girl," she said in a nicer voice again, standing real close to me.

She reached out and let her knuckles run over my soft, flat tummy.

"You've been a very good girl tonight. Enjoy," while she reached in her
pocket with her other hand, and literally handed me a wad of bills. "Oh,
and if you ever need a well paying job where you can, you know.." her hand
reached down, right to my pussy, and suddenly just grabbed between my legs,
"use your most valuable assets, just come find me and we'll discuss it."

I blushed deeply, but I was very determined not to get involved in any sort
of gang.

"Thanks.. I will," I answered with a still slightly nervous voice, after
which she'd finally withdraw her hand.

Minutes later, as I would get dressed into my own clothes in the dressing
room, it still felt that hand was there, grabbing me between my legs. A
bunch of the girls already left, although I saw a few of them still
entertaining some late guests. The bachelor party was still there, louder
than ever.

I had handed the wad of bills to Jen, and right before I was going to leave
through the backdoor which I found out about only now, she came back to me
and handed me my share. 800 dollars. 800 dirty dollars, that would burn in
my wallet as I took the subway to my area of the city, confused, weirdly
excited, but not really sure I'd ever do this again.