Chapter 1

Little Linda Lonnigan was a pretty young girl with stars in her eyes and romance in her innocent naïve heart. All she knew was that someday she would be up there in the spotlight with countless admirers watching her every move. She just never expected it would be without any clothes on and swinging around a silly pole like a trained monkey rewarded for doing tricks.

She finished her mandatory all nude set of five songs and pulled up her thong and little sports bra to go mingle with the paying customers trying to smile and laugh her way into the real money in doing "private dances" with the generally all male clientele.

It was a bit of a shock when a gorgeous mature woman with perfectly arranged hair sat down next to the well-mannered gentleman she was attempting to persuade into parting with the cash for a private dance. Females who were not employees generally did not come into the Gentleman's Club because most of the men that went there to blow off steam were anything but gentlemen.

Linda had left her small town almost a year ago and was now just turning nineteen with twelve long hard months of doing some shameful things to get the cash to pay for her rent and her food and her clothing and costumes. She had learned a lot about real life in that span of a year. All of her female openings of interest to the male customers were well acquainted with dealing with determined hard erections. She discovered the sticks of meat refused to do down and leave her at peace until she did something to make them tingle. She had eventually become popular at putting smiles on the faces of the customers in ways that she had never thought possible. All she knew was that the point of no return was reached because she could see the signs in their eyes and the way they frantically moved their pelvic areas. She had become an expert on when they were about to emit the messy stuff that she had grown to dislike so much in the past year. Her favorite way of taking care of the mess was to simply let them shoot right on her skin and then wipe it up with a pair of her dirty panties that she kept nearby for just such emergencies. Then, she would use the baby wipes to clean her skin so it was nice and fresh for her next stage show.

Linda had learned the hard cold fact that most of the customers were older, married and usually unable to keep a steady girlfriend because they were unable to relate to any female unless they were paying for her company.

She looked at the well-dressed couple across from her in the little sofa alcove just next to the private dance booths. They were not the usual customers but she welcomed the change because it seemed like every truck driver in the world had already spanked her backside like she was a naughty child and she was beginning to think it was normal even though she knew it was kinky as all get out.

The mature woman was wearing some nice jewelry and her perfume was definitely the most expensive you could find in an upscale store. Linda was not a lesbian and she was a bit of prude when it came to such close relations with another female but since she started working at the Gentleman's Club she had lost her aversion to allowing a pretty girl lick her nice between her legs when things got boring and she needed something to take off the edge on her sexual frustration. She seldom was tempted to return the favor unless pressed by common courtesy to reciprocate when another girl was in a bad way. She estimated that at least half the girls were inclined that way and only put up with the men because they were needed to fill the kitty in more ways than one.

"I see you go by the name of Destiny. Surely, that can't be your real name, what is it, dear?"

It was the high-class lady asking her and she didn't see any need to put up a pretense.

"It is really Linda, ma'am and I only picked the name Destiny because it sounded so magical and sexy."

The husband, if he was truly her husband, put his heavily muscled arm around her shoulders and told the woman that she was the "best little dancer" he had ever seen on a pole.

Linda almost purred with excitement.

She loved getting compliments and the words made her feel real good inside because the customers seldom told them how good they were in doing a difficult move on the pole and she needed more than cash to be satisfied.

"My name is Veronica, but you can call me Ronnie, you pretty little thing. That is my better half, Matt, short for Mathew and he sure does know how to pick them."

Linda enjoyed talking to them but she saw the floor man give her a look and knew she had to start wheedling the other customers to cough up some cash for a private dance. She split fifty fifty with the house on the private dances and each girl was expected to bring home the bacon on at least three dances each night.

"I really am sorry folks but I have to get to work doing the private dances or I might lose my job."

The attractive woman leaned across Linda and the young girl felt her firm boobs brush across her bare skin making her suddenly tingle down below and she could feel some dampness in her slit that wasn't there just a moment ago.

"Matt, be a darling and give this girl a nice private dance. I want you to tell me how she feels both front and back and if she is right for us to take home for a little private, private dance in our bedroom."

Linda was surprised because she had never expected anything like that. The thought of being shared by the two of them made her tingle with excitement and she wondered what she would have to do to give them the pleasure they desperately wanted. She certainly was more than willing to do anything it took but she wasn't sure if she could live up to the level of kinkiness to satisfy them both at the same time. She thought she had seen everything but it suddenly appeared as though she was about to learn a little more about the depths of depravity designed by the human soul.