Indecent Exposure
Copyright© 2026 by brabo1978
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A college boy gets a job in a male strip club. Problems arise when his sister turns up in the audience.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting AI Generated
“You understand what the job is?”
“Yes, mam,” I nodded.
“So you’re not particularly shy about your body?”
“No, I’m not,” I confirmed. I really wasn’t. I exercised several times a week, resulting in a toned body with a six-pack and nicely developed arms. Not overly muscular, but definitely nice on the eye. I kept my dark hair short and my face cleanly shaven. I’m not so vain that I like calling myself handsome, but I never had trouble finding a date.
“And you don’t mind showing it off to an audience?”
The question hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt my pulse quicken, almost as if I was on a stage right then, ready to take off my clothes. The question was unexpected—and at the same time it was not. I’m not sure how I expected this interview to go, what questions I had expected her to ask, but given the nature of her business, I had to admit it was a very relevant question.
“No, mam.”
“Then I take it you wouldn’t mind doing the rest of this interview naked?” The follow-up question came immediately, almost rehearsed. Well, she’d probably done a lot of these interviews in the past. “In the early days of the club,” she continued, “I had a few performers with ... stage fright, so you’ll understand that I want to make sure that you’ll be able to put your money where your mouth is.” The implication was clear, but the way she said it—like she was offering him a choice, rather than demanding one—made it feel almost like a dare.
I’ll admit that I was taken a little aback. Sure, the job would require me to get naked, in public, and even to display my body in all its glory. But I hadn’t exactly expected to get naked then and there. Her reasoning was valid, though. I could see how it wouldn’t do the reputation of her business any good if the public had gotten worked up only for the dancers to back down at the last moment. The Velvet Rope had a reputation after all. As far as I knew it was the only place in the country where male dancers would perform naked every night.
“I guess.”
I’m sure she noticed the hesitation before I answered. But I needed the job, so I forced myself to look her in the eye as I stood up and began undressing. Quickly thinking ahead, I knew that the moment I had to take off my underwear would be awkward. Making sure I didn’t pause or hesitate again, when the moment came, I pulled it down swiftly and stood back up. I looked at her defiantly as she let her eyes roam over my body appraisingly.
“Very nice,” she finally said. “Handsome boy, great body. Looks like you have a big dick to top it off as well. Can you get it hard for me to judge it properly?” she asked, her voice calm and professional, as if she were discussing the weather.
I faltered. I mean, I wasn’t a virgin. Women, girls, had seen me naked before. They had seen my hard-on. But trust me when I say that getting naked with an erection in a sexual setting is a lot different from being asked to get an erection during a job interview.
“You mean...?” I asked, making a small gesture with my hand.
“Yes, sure. Unless you have another way to get hard,” her nonchalant answer came.
The contrast was stark. She didn’t even blink, while I felt like my face was burning up from the mere idea of jerking off with this casual spectator. My mind spun. This job paid stupid money for stupid hours. Enough to finally move out of the dorms. I swallowed, my throat dry and willed my hand to wrap around my dick.