All characters are over the age of 18, based on actual events names and locations have been changed. Pardon any spelling, grammatical or any other mistakes. I am not a writer, I just want to share some things that have happened in my life. Similarities to any other story are purely coincidental.
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In high school I was part of the nerds and geeks clique, or rather should I say, placed there. I was shy and aiming high. I was what would be the bottom of social highschool "classes" but desired a cheerleader. Where even some of my geek friends had gotten laid, I left high school with my virginity intact. Now out of high school and unsure what to do with my life, I decided to get a job for the summer. Being cooped up in my room playing video games and masturbating to free webcam girls wasn't all that I thought it would be.
After submitting several applications, I eventually got a call back from Home Electronics Retailer. After going through the interviews, I was offered a position in the appliances department which was one of the most sought after positions in the store, not only did you get paid a regular hourly wage, but you received a commission as well. In my mind, that was great, the problem was I was still very socially awkward. At 240lbs and looking like a dork, I wasn't exactly salesmen material. The first few months did not go very well, I was barely making any sales so my paychecks, although good, were far from what they could be.
One rainy August day, I got a lucky break when the representative for the housing authority of the local county showed up asking questions. I was the only one there so I did the best I could. I was somewhat familiar with everything the housing the county provided was cheap. Knowing that I showed him the cheapest appliances we had and gave him a quote for thirty-five fridges and twelve stoves. He said he would be back after checking with our competitors. My heart dropped as I watched him leave, I did not think I would ever see him again nor ever have the opportunity to make such a large commission.
With the rain, the store was barren, so I went back and sulked on my lost sale. An hour and a half after the housing authority guy had left, I got a page from the front desk. I walked over and Dee, the sales manager, was smiling as I walked up to her and handed me a copy of my quote with the purchase and delivery endorsement printed on it. She congratulated me and gave me a high five. I walked back to my desk and made some calculations and concluded that after-tax I would have around $3500 extra on top of my regular paycheck.
I was making big plans, thinking of how many camgirl credits I could buy and what new video games were on the market. On my way home that night, I deterred myself from my regular route home search for a new sub shop I'd heard about and wanted to try it. I was a bit skeptical at first when the GPS took me to what I thought was a run-down part of town. As I pulled up, the old run-down businesses had gotten a facelift and looked more appealing. I parked my car and ordered a Philly cheesesteak, I took a seat by the window, still contemplating what I was going to do with the money. The waitress brought me my Philly, and I sat in silence eating my food. As I looked at the new buildings my gaze shifted to the top of the hill where I saw a pink neon sign that read "The Top."
As I was finishing my Philly the waitress came over and asked if I wanted anything else. I took the opportunity and asked about the sign. She proceeded to tell me it was a strip club that had been there for years. I had not heard about it, so I went home and did some research. All I could find on it was hours of operation and a picture of the pink neon sign. My research led me to articles on how to get extra from a stripper and how to take one home for the night. My excitement ran wild, everything I read sounded so simple. My plans shifted from blowing my money on cam girls to going to see a live naked woman with the possibility of getting some physical contact.
Over the next few days I read and reread all the information I could find on getting extras from a stripper. That week went by so slow, I had previously asked for Friday off in anticipation of my plans. Friday morning I woke up logged into my bank account, sure enough, my balance was about four thousand eight hundred dollars, more than I was expecting. As soon as the bank opened I deposited half to my parents account and withdrew one thousand dollars, making sure a hundred of that was in one-dollar bills with the rest in hundreds and twenties. I had decided to go before it got dark, I was hoping to beat the weekend crowd as it would be safer. That afternoon I took a shower put on my white cargo shorts and a black polo shirt. Around five o'clock I pulled up to the sub restaurant and got a sub, I sat in the same spot and contemplated whether or not I was going to go through with it.
I finished eating, got in my car and took a deep breath. I sat there a few more minutes gathering up my courage. I took most of my money and locked in my glove box only taking a hundred singles and sixty in the twenties. I drove slowly up the hill. Once I had reached the top of said hill, I noticed that the club was surrounded by an eight-foot concrete wall covered in kudzu making it hard to see from below. There was a big sign on the door that read "Parking and entrance in the back." I drove around and parked my car as close to the door as I could. There were only four other cars there and no one at the door. I was expecting bouncer and security but there were none. As I got out of the car, I started hearing some music. As I walked in, I was in awe with the glow of different items and decor due to the blacklight as well as strobe lights and other different lighting fixtures.