College Freshman Part 2

Larry Stone focused his attention on the girl in front of him and scanned her license. 19 years old, 5'3. Sure didn't look like she was as heavy as 110 lbs. No matter, none of this really mattered to him. Larry had the ethics of your typical strip club manager; few, if any at all. He had hired girls under 18 on numerous occasions, and the only thing he liked more than money was pussy. He was pretty well connected with the local government, and as long as he spread some cash around he had no problems from law enforcement. He already was getting excited just looking at this girl. Every now and then, someone who had no business being in his club would show up looking for work, and this was one of those times. The girl in front of him had a clean look to her, unlike a lot of the dancers he had right now, who had decent bodies but worn out looking faces.

"Alright", he said. "Let's see what you can do. I hope you're not planning on dressing like that when you dance. Anyways, I don't have much time, so just take off your clothes and give me a short demo." Kristy stood up, surprised. Her brain was getting the better of her now, and she knew she had a mistake. "Look... ummm, Mr Stone. This was a mistake. I don't think I can actually dance here. Maybe you're hiring a waitress?

Larry wasn't surprised, and he knew what to do. "Fuck, what the hell. You come in late, now you can't even get naked. Wasting my fucking time!". "I.. I.. I'm sorry" she stammered. Kristy was heading for the door when Larry took out a wad of bills. He tossed what looked to be about $200 in twenties crumpled up on the table. "Well, before you leave here's the deal. I think you got what it takes to make some money here. Fresh looking girl like you, guys like that. I just have to know if you can actually get naked or not, and make sure you don't have some scars underneath those clothes or something. If I like what I see, you take the money on the table as a bonus. Then you dance out there for minimum wage but you keep all the tips. You just spend time with the customers and get them to buy more drinks. Any private dances are $20, and when we get the big spenders, you can sell them a couch dance for $100. Half that money is yours. Don't even think about trying to cheat me. All you got to do is get naked, dance for the guys, and you'll make plenty of money, girls make a few hundred a night easy. Hardly have to pay taxes too."

The sales pitch worked. It almost always did. Kristy thought of the $200 on the table, and about how long it would take her to earn that in the library. She thought of how ugly the girls on stage looked, and how if they could earn a few hundred dollars for dancing, she could easily make that and more. And this money was tax-free too! She thought about the new clothes, and the nightlife. No more acting like she was too busy to try the trendy restaurants and weekend getaways with her friends. She could have much more free time to study too, instead of having to work 8 hour days at the library. "Just for a few months... ", she said to herself silently.

She stripped quickly. The pants came off first, followed by her top. She hesitated only briefly before unhooking the plain white bra and sliding the panties down to her ankles. Now she stood in front of Larry naked. Only her boyfriend had seen her like this, and now she was doing this for a stranger. The thought sickened her, but she tried to smile and stick out her chest for Larry. Larry grinned; this girl didn't even remember that the club was topless only. He was getting a free peak at her pussy, and it looked tempting. She wasn't shaved, but she was used to keeping her pubic hair trimmed neatly from the high school swimming days. Her breasts were average sized, but natural and had the perkiness only a 19 year old could have. Kristy reached into the duffel bag, and took out a pair of shiny high heels. She also took out a small black bikini, the one she had worn to pool parties before. She was about to put it on, and dance for Larry when he motioned her over to behind his desk.

"Don't need to see that right now, we've got some outfits you can use at first and then later you can buy your own". "Why don't' you come over and show me how you would give a customer a lap dance. Say he hands you $100 and asks for a private dance, what are you gonna do?", he asked.

Kristy's nude body slowly made her way over to Larry and started to sway in front of him. She could dance, but without music, it wasn't easy. She made a lame attempt at flicking her nipples, tossing her hair, and running her hand over her pussy. Larry wasn't too impressed. He reached over and pulled her on his lap, and grinded his crotch against her ass. Kristy was surprised, but she put her arms around him and tried her best to smile, even trying to "grind" him like the girls in sleazy music videos and drunken frat parties. When she felt his hands over her nipples, she paused, but just for a moment. He pinched them lightly, and held her tightly against his body. She could feel a bulge in his pants, and it seemed like he was holding her legs apart and dry fucking her.

"Fucking incredible," Larry muttered to himself. This girl, with the most angelic face he'd seen in his life was bouncing up and down on his lap naked. He thought it was cute how her pony tail flew around and how she looked away every time he tried to make eye contact. He couldn't resist and ran his hand over the crack of her ass and to her pussy. Dry as the desert, to his disappointment. She immediately tensed up, and he pulled away. Larry was a hound, and he would have liked nothing more than to bend her over the desk and fuck her like an animal. But he was also experienced enough to push her too fast.

When Larry released her seemed to relax. "Alright enough", he said. "You can start tomorrow, but you need to get me off before you leave. Then you can go start planning on what kinda themes you gonna use for your stage routine". Kristy got off his lap, relieved, until she understood what he was saying. Seeing her hesitation, Larry raised his voice again, "Listen its tradition. All the new girls do it, like an initiation here. You don't have to fuck me, just get me off with your mouth. Come on, I don't have all day. I didn't have you jump around on me just to leave with blue balls." To entice her more, he tossed a few more twenties onto the table. He moved to the couch, and unzipped his fly, waiting for her to act.

Kristy knew what he was asking for. She had gone to far too stop now. What was the big deal anyhow? Not like she wasn't a virgin anymore and she had talked to her roommate about giving "hummers" before. She had never seen how that could be fun, but she was getting almost $300 just for this. She got in front of him and put her knees on the cold floor. His pants and boxers were already down, and she reached out to touch only the second cock she had ever seen. It was thicker than Ray's she thought, as she made a fist around the shaft. Larry groaned at the touch. He put one hand behind her head and guided it towards the pole. Her mouth slowly opened, and he could feel the warm breath on his cock.

As Kristy closed her lips around it, she couldn't help but feel shame at what she was doing. She closed her eyes and with one hand started to stroke his cock. She had given Ray handjobs and she knew that the faster she pumped the sooner this would be over. She had licked Ray's cock gently, and even tasted some of his precum, but this was a whole new experience. She had never thought about taking the thing in her mouth, and squeezing her lips tightly around it, like she was doing now. Larry was nearly fucking her face as he was tugging her pony tail and controlling her head movements. "Oh yeah. "Suck my cock. Use your tongue. Look at me," he ordered. Kristy did her best to follow his directions, making eye contact with him and even forcing a smile, giving him the impression that she loved this. Truth be told, this wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected. She knew it would be over soon, as she could taste some of his fluid leaking into her mouth. Larry wasn't a guy who could last long, and soon he was on the verge of cumming. Kristy could sense this, as some of his fluid was leaking into her mouth.

He had pulled her in even deeper now, his pubic hair brushing up against her nose. She tried to pull back, but Larry held her head in place. "Ohh yeah, gonna cum right down your throat slut.... take it all!" he yelled as his cock started to shoot into her throat. Kristy tried hard to stop from gagging, as the cum filled her mouth and went down her throat. She winced and gulped, tasting sperm for the first time. It seemed like it would last forever, but he actually pulled out quickly and let some of his sperm hit her lips, chin, and neck. He then proceeded to rub his cock on her tits, squeezing them together and letting the last few drops of his juice form a little pool between her tits.

When he was done, he got up and wiped his cock off with a tissue, tossing it near Kristy's feet. As he got up to leave, Kristy was still on her knees, hands holding her against the couch as she tried to take in what had just happened. She reached for the box of tissue and cleaned her body off as best she could. Her eyes were glued to the floor in shame as Larry spoke. "Not bad, I can get used to this. Now make sure you clean everything up and go see what outfits might fit you. They're in my closet. I'll expect you here tomorrow at 7:30 ok?" "Yes," was all Kristy could manage to say as she looked around the office for something to wash her mouth out with. "Good, and don't forget to pick a stage name for tomorrow. Kristy sounds fine to me. Don't forget that either," he laughed, pointing to the crumpled bills on his desk. Kristy nodded her head dutifully as Larry closed the door and walked to the bar in a good mood. In his line of work, he never got much respect, but boy did he get some great perks.