All characters in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age and older. It involves reluctance, incest and the use of drugs. It is the darkest my writing will ever likely become. This story is also protected under copyright and only Literotica have my permission to print this story.
I was born to wealthy parents. My dad came from poverty but made his money in selling stocks and shares. He had the attitude that anyone can make it in this world as long as they're prepared to work hard and make mistakes. His fundamental view was that one needed to endure the struggles of becoming successful. This meant my siblings and I weren't handed everything on a silver plate.
At eighteen I went to University to become a teacher. Biology was my favoured and strongest subject. How the body is created and works fascinated me. My father paid for me and my other two siblings to go to University. As the youngest I was the last to go. Just like my brother and sister, the tuition fees were all that would be funded. Everything else was down to me. So, I quickly found a job working retail at weekends. The pay was minimum wage, so in my first year I used student loans to fund everything. It was a fun but tough first year.
During my second year I turned nineteen and I was fed up with being skint whilst watching my debt rack up. I began to question if University was really worth it, because I couldn't see the end result. What made things very depressing was when everybody on my course moved off campus into student houses. Their parents funded the rent and utility bills while I remained on campus in the cheapest option available.
A few months into my second year I was walking down the high street late one Wednesday night, having eaten at Burger King. I passed the mildly busy bars until I came to the local strip club. I wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't noticed the small sign that read 'girls wanted'. I took a sly photo of the phone number on the sign and hurried back to campus.
The next day I called the number and a woman named Maria answered. I explained why I was calling and she was very empathetic about my situation. She reassured me many students had worked at the club over the years, so she suggested I call in for a chat. Check the place out and discuss further details. I came away from the call flabbergasted that I could earn a hell of a lot of money in one night, let alone a weekend.
I gave it twenty-four hours before I plucked up the courage to visit the club. Friday morning I skipped class and went fully dressed and wearing a baseball cap, in the hope I wouldn't get recognised by any other students, or god forbid, a professor from the University.
The high street was deserted except for the street cleaners and shop owners opening up. A few people were walking around but nothing that worried me too much. When I arrived at the strip club I saw the sign again, but I didn't stop to question my sanity. I simply opened the door and walked in.
The doors which were usually open at night with two burly bouncers guarding them closed behind me, leaving me in a dimly lit space. I walked through another set of doors where the place lit up. It wasn't the glitzy lighting you'd expect to see. There were a few cleaners milling about the place, wiping down tables and vacuuming the carpeted areas of the floor.
"Can I help you?" A man wiping glasses behind the bar shouted over to me.
"I'm here to see, Maria!" I said.
"She's through there!" The man pointed towards another set of doors beside the stage. The stage with two poles secured to the floor and ceiling. I gulped and thanked the man.
Walking past the stage I wondered if I had the courage and stamina to dance on it. Dance topless whilst wrapping my slender, busty body around those poles. I looked at the seating arrangements in front of the stage and shivered. So many men would be watching me. Older horny men wishing they could fuck me.
Anxiously walking through another set of doors I found a woman and a man discussing figures. The woman was about forty with long blonde hair and big boobs. She looked tough, but pretty in jeans and a tight t-shirt. The man was much older, around sixty. He was tall and bald with tattoos up his forearms. He wasn't handsome but he was dressed smart in trousers and a short-sleeved shirt. They both stopped talking and stared at me.
"Hello," the woman said, while the man blankly looked me up and down.
"Oh, urm, hi, sorry to interrupt. I'm Louise. I'm looking for Maria." The woman smiled warmly. "She said to call in for a chat."
"Hello, Louise. I'm Maria. It's so nice to meet you." She came over and gently shook my hand.
"This is Max. He's the General Manager."
"Hello, Max," I muttered.
"Welcome, Louise. You look very pretty beneath that cap. Remove it for us please."
I removed the baseball cap and blushed. I felt so nervous while the two of them got a good look at me.
"Very pretty," Maria smiled, while Max stood grinning and nodding.
"Very nice," he added.
"Let's talk in the office."
I followed Maria like a bag of nerves. I felt safe but so unbelievably anxious. How on earth I thought I could work there as a stripper I had no idea.
"Take a seat, Louise. Max and I will explain everything and answer any questions you have. So, you saw the sign out front and you're interested in possibly working here. Is that right?"
"Ye.. yeah, yeah, that's right," I answered on edge.
"And judging by your age and nerves you've never done anything like this before?" Maria asked the questions while Max stood against the wall with his big arms folded.
"No. I've never done anything like this before."
"Ok, before we get into anything, can I see some I.D please. I just need to check you are at least eighteen."
"Yeah, of course." I went into my purse and pulled out my student I.D card.
"Do you also have a driver's license?" Max spoke.
"I haven't learned to drive yet. I have a passport back at campus though, if you need further proof of my age."
"It's ok. Thank you Louise. I trust your student I.D. So, what is it that made you call me?"
Max and Maria sat back and listened to me waffle on about my financial struggles. In truth I wasn't struggling. My dad was making me stand on my own two feet while I was at university. I had no issues with that. It was expected years in advance. I told Maria and Max I was fed up with working all my weekends and making hardly any money. It wasn't enough to move off campus and help keep my debt from spiralling out of control. I also told them I did years of ballet in my early teens so I could most definitely dance.
"Having heard you out it sounds like you've come to the right place, Louise." Maria smiled. "Now I'll give you an insight into how it all works around here and you can decide if you want to join the team."
