My Best Friend The University Years 1.
My first week at University was pretty hectic, getting settled into halls of residence, registering for my various classes, buying text-books, finding my way about the campus to the various lecture theatres, etc. Soon, however, I settled into the routine, and began to look around for a part time job to boost my finances. There didn't seem to be a hell of a lot, but I managed to get a job as a barman at a local club. It was hard work, long hours on minimum wage, but then one night a couple of weeks after I had started the barman job, something happened that changed my fortunes.
We had a hen party booked in, twenty or thirty women, celebrating the imminent marriage of one of their friends. They were making a lot of noise, but it was all good-natured girly fun, until suddenly there was a series of screams, and everything stopped as we watched a policeman, 'arrest,' the bride to be. Within a few seconds we realised we were seeing a male stripper as he went through his act, using her as a foil for his routine as he stripped off, being sexy, but within reason.
However, that wasn't good enough for the women, and they insisted he remove his g-string to show his, 'willie,' as they put it. Rather than being torn to pieces he complied with their request, but it was noticeable to me that quite a few of them wanted to have a feel of the goods. When he finished, he gathered up his costume and went to the small, and I mean very small room that passed as a dressing room to get dressed, and again I noticed that two or three of them hung about outside the room where he was getting dressed, and made it obvious that they were quite amenable to a bit more touching. Before he left I asked him if it was really worth all the bother and he grinned at me.
'Fuck yes, all these women desperate to be shagged, and good money too. Sometimes they just want to give you a blow-job. For a young, single guy, it's the best job in the world mate.' I asked him if he had a business card, and he gave me one for the agency he worked with. First thing on Monday I phoned and made inquiries about it, and later that afternoon went into the agency for an interview.
Their office was in a bright new modern building, not the sleazy back street kind of operation I had been expecting, and it turned out to be a model agency as well as an agency for strippo-grams and such like. The woman who ran it invited me into her office. She was very impressive, a former model herself I learned later, but at that point she was just a tall, black haired, beautiful older woman in a smart black business suit, who looked damned sexy. When I say older woman, I mean about thirty-five, so not
that
old, and young enough for me to get a hard on when she sat down and crossed those long smooth legs, her skirt hiking up to show a fair expanse of bare, tanned thigh.
'I'm Julia Anderson,' she said in a well-modulated voice, which made me harder still. 'You want to know about being a stripper?' she stated, rather than asked. I nodded.
'That's right I'm a student and need some extra money. I'm working in a bar at the moment, and I saw one of your guys on Saturday night, which gave me the idea. It must be better than working in a bar,' I finished.
'Well, I have to say you're certainly a good-looking young guy, the proverbial tall, dark, and handsome, and you seem to have a good physique, but how old are you?' I told her I was nineteen and showed her my passport; she seemed satisfied. 'Okay, you realise that this job entails nudity, sometimes you keep your g-string on, sometimes it's going to be total nudity. Are you prepared to do that, because shyness is a no, no in this job?' I told her that I knew what was involved.
She took a few notes, chest measurements, height, hair colour, etc. 'We'll need to get a decent photo taken, the cost of that will come off your first few jobs,' she told me, 'but right now I want to see what you look like with your clothes off.' She said it matter of factly, but I couldn't help but get even more excited as I began to strip off for her. As I undressed she said, 'I realise it can be quite nerve wracking taking off your clothes in front of a stranger, so I don't expect you to get an erection or anything like that.'
'I don't think that's going to be a problem Julia. You're such a beautiful woman; I can't help but get an erection. No offense intended,' I finished. She smiled but said nothing, just watched me get undressed. As I stripped, I got closer and closer to her, until as I stepped out of my underpants I was no more than two feet away from her. As I straightened up and she got a good look at my cock, her eyes opened wider with surprise, and her jaw dropped. She gulped.
'Oh my god,' she whispered, smiling, almost laughing. She covered her mouth with her hand. 'Oh my god,' she said again. 'Is that fucking thing real?' I stepped closer, really close, to give her a good look.
'Feeling is believing Julia,' I said, joking, but hoping all the same. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide, and one beautifully manicured hand reached out and felt along my length. She nodded as if saying to herself, 'yes that's for real okay.'
'Or as the Americans would say, "suck it and see," Julia,' I tempted her. I didn't expect her to do any such thing, but to my amazement she leaned forward and sucked me into her beautiful mouth.
'What a great start to my life as a stripper,'
