This is one of my old stories and I'm reposting it since I deleted all my previous works, so you may have already seen this around.
"Nicole, you're next ... hurry up girl!" I hear Bob call me and I nod as I sniff the last line of cocaine on the table, I feel so powerful ... I just love it!
I'll be on stage on a minute, and all those guys watching the show will be drooling for me as they have been drooling for several months now. I am the hottest dancer in this striptease club and everyone knows it.
Today is someone's lucky day, I'm out of money again and I want to buy some more of my 'stuff'. You know, some dust and E, maybe some acid too ... well, I'll make one of my fans' dream come true and give him a blowjob or something. The guys are willing to pay quite a lot for this privilege.
I don't usually have to do this. I mean, I don't really like whoring. My strip tease gig and the tips usually earn me enough for a nice week of luxury and my drugs. But last week I went over the edge and spent everything I had.
"You're on Nicky! One minute!" Bob yells to me, he is the owner and I am the main dancer here. I raise form the chair ready to rock.
Oh, sorry! My name is Nikki Mounds, stage name, of course! I am a college girl, even if I'm not going all that much to the classes now. In fact I've been more in frat parties and in the college's night clubs than in my own dorm room!
I am considered beautiful, even if very short, I'm just 5'2" tall. I'm a pale skinned brunette with shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes, with a cute face and naturally pouting lips, my body is well kept if a little 'generous'. I'm not plump, but I'm not a thin model like girl, I have strong legs, a medium sized but tight butt and huge E-cup tits!
My father is quite wealthy and he was pissed off when he found out I was using drugs, so he sent me to this college, quite far from home, as soon as I left the clinic ... you know, to keep me out of my old friends' reach ... But he also cut off my allowance to send me just the bare minimum! I can barely pay the rent and buy food with what he sends me ... I guess he is punishing me or was trying to teach me how to be 'responsible' with my money.
But one of my new friends in college had begun to work as a dancer - exotic dancer - to buy her dope. In the beginning I thought she was just a whore. I mean, come on! Top less dancing? Giving lap dances?
But I could see she was really making a lot of cash with that and soon I was tempted to do the same. One day I asked her what was it like and she told me it was ok, she didn't have to do anything with the clients ... if she didn't want to, but most girls did go the 'extra mile' because it paid really well.
I decided to try it, you know, just to be able to afford a little cocaine, I really missed it!
It was really strange the first time I danced. I mean, it sounded so lowly and nasty, but I loved the money and was able to party all week with it ... I felt really bad in the first night, but I confess I got wet from all the cheering and the lust in the guys' eyes.
I love the lusty stares of the guys, they are all hot and horny for me and I have a lot of fun to turn down their offers, unless I need some more money, of course. Why not make one guy's fantasy come true if it'll give me just what I need? Money enough to live in the lifestyle I'm used to! Now I actually love the way the older guys look at me when I'm stripping. I feel a little avenged against dad.
I wake up from my daydreams and look on the mirror. I am dressed on my 'schoolgirl' outfit, I put my hair up in pig tails, it is my sexiest and favorite costume, and walk to the stage.
My smile soon fades away. It's still a little weird for me to be dancing in a topless bar, I have always been the perfect little princess for my rich dad, most people think I am an uptight snob who treats others like shit, but that is not true! I just happen to know my place in society and I don't like lower people, especially dad's employs treating me like an equal! I know I can be a little too rough with them sometimes, but it is useful to teach them their right places.
But when my father cut off my allowance and sent me to this hellhole college I knew I had to do something, I can't let him have the upper hand, I mean, I'm 21, I can do whatever I want! Why would I let him control important things on my life, like letting me not using drugs and stuff. Cocaine is cool and so is ecstasy! Why can't he let me live the way I want?
And this strip club is quite far from the college town, a good 2 hour ride. I never saw anyone from the campus here. It is the best club in the city and lots of my college girlfriends are earning they upkeep here.
"Nicole, you're next!" Bob yells the last call and I stand up form my chair. Ok, time to start the show!
I walk into the stage with a big smile and a nice extra sway to my hips. The crowd cheers and I feel horny. My body always reacts like this to the worship of all those older men!
I dance and move my body in ways that only years of Ballet and Jazz classes can teach you. I wonder what dad would do if he found out all that money he spent on my dance classes just made me the best stripper in town. I move enticingly and with sexy movements, my big mounds bounce, hardly contained by the tiny top.
Then I set them free. The yells and whistles are so loud they almost overpower the music. I JUST LOVE IT!
When the crowd see me on the pole they just go crazy. I'm dancing topless and my huge hooters draw a lot of lusty stares, I don't see a single face in the crowd, the lights and my fast movement make it impossible, but I can tell they are drooling for me.
I dance faster now, rocking my knockers on lots of guys' faces to get the tips. Some put 10 dollar bills on my thong and I give them a VERY sexy lap dance. I earn a lot of money this way, but I think I'm in the mood for a couple of E-pills this weekend, so I think I'll accept one 'special' client tonight. My music ends and I leave the pole smiling broadly to the next girl.
When I return to the backstage Bob is grinning, he hands me several 'invitations' for 'private dances', but one draws my attention. I mean, I'm used to getting big bucks with this little 'extra work', but this guy is REALLY generous!
"Well Bob, I guess we have a winner here!" I giggle wide eyed looking at the paper. "Where is the guy?" In a few minutes I'm walking to the private booths, ready to do my best to make him cum fast and them buy my 'ticket to heaven' from Tyrone, my dealer.
"Hi!" I say as I enter the dark booth. "I'm Nikki Mounds..." I start as I see the guy turning round and smiling at me. "Oh GOD!" I say as my face drain of color when I recognize him ... he is smiling, he knows I recognized him! I feel all blood drained from my face, I put my hands on my cheeks, completely surprised ... I can't believe it!
I'm still stunned when the guy casually lifts a digital camera and clicks off a few pictures of me in the schoolgirl outfit. I almost pass out of shame and surprise while he laughs aloud.
"Bet your dad doesn't know you are back to school..." He smirks.
"N-no ... NO!" I say worried and walk toward him. "Don't tell my father! Please." I ask with tears running down my cheeks. I feel my hooters sway with every step. Suddenly I'm quite conscious of my own body.
The tiny costume barely covers the essentials and still I try to hide myself with my small hands as he takes the pics.
"That depends on how good at following instructions you are!" He laughs and I nod nervously. I look at the man in front of me trembling ... I'm lost! I have to do as he says! "And you can start by not being so modest, you weren't so modest when the guys where ogling your tits!"
"O-ok ... ok. Just don't tell dad..." I beg trying to calm down as I put my hands on the sides of my body, letting him drink on the sight of my half naked body. "H-he'd never forgive me. He'd cut me on his will!" The man just laughs more when I say it.
"Your father is really a very conservative man. He'll never want to see you again if this reaches the news." He points to the floor in front of him. I understand what he wants and take a couple of steps to stand in front of the man meekly. "Good girl."
"I-I ... thank you sir." I say in shame. I should not be in this position for a minor executive in my dad's company. I can't believe it. "I-I can be ve-very ... obedient."
"That's better than that stuck up bitch attitudes you had back home." He says looking at me with a naughty grin "Okay! You were so good at showing those huge tits. Let's start with the blouse."
"Y-yes sir." I take it off. The blouse was made to go out with a single well placed tuck ... the lacy white bra is a push up thing that offers my hooters rather than hide them. He looks at me with desire but also a frown on his face, I gasp, something is not right!
"Do you remember being such a bitch to me, don't you?" He suddenly asks.
"S-sorry ... I-I was young..." I don't even remember his name! "I changed! really..."
"I do recall you were quite the little madam as well..." He spits the words with disgust. "On your knees!" I get on my knees in front of him, scared and embarrassed. "Now take the bra off." I unclasp it on the front and the brasserie nearly bursts free since it was a tight fit and I have these huge knockers ... all natural on my short 5'2" tall frame. "Hummm! They are nice tits, aren't they? What is your bra size Nicole?"
.... There is more of this story ...