College Job

I was both happy and sad when the weekend was finally over. I had a fun time with Bradley, Troy and even Psymon on occasion. We weren’t really good friends like I was with Bradley or Troy but we talked once in a while. On Saturday night, after another night of foreplay with Troy and Bradley, I woke to find the TV on and Psymon sitting in the wingback arm chair across from the pull out bed. We stared at each other for a while before he took a drag of his cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray in front of him.

I yawned as I decide that I wasn’t going to get anymore sleep tonight so I sat up and put my jeans back on.

“You smoke?” Psymon asked, lighting up another cigarette and blowing the smoke from his nose.

“Never tried it.” I replied, looking at the TV and finding that the station was set on to Adult Swim. I was too into the rude cartoons on TV that I didn’t even see Psymon waving at me to get my attention. I only notice when he got up and sat next to me, offering me one of his cancer sticks.

“The first one won’t kill you.” he said, there was no tone in his voice as he talked but I took the small tobacco stick from him and he held out his lighter for me to light the cigarette. “Okay…maybe the first one will kill you.” he said, watching me take my first drag of a cigarette and inhaling too much and coughing as the smoke filled my lungs.

Despite my first reactions, I waited a little while longer before I took my second drag. I cough again but not as much as I was starting to get accustomed to the smoke. I watched as Psymon went back to his seat and he scooted the ashtray further towards the middle of the table so we could both share it.

“So…are you ready to dance on Friday?” he asked, blowing the cigarette smoke from his nose as he looked at me sternly.

“I’m a bit nervous.” I confessed. “I’m not really ready. Plus, I don‘t know what my parents would say when I tell them I’m a stripper.”

“Don’t tell them.”

“I have to,” I replied. “I don’t hide things from my parents, but I know when I do tell them my dad is going to explode.”

“How so?”

“He doesn’t like people who are…fagots.” I watched as Psymon raised his eyebrows and I held up my hands. “I’m not saying that gays are fagots, that’s just what my dad calls them.”

“So he doesn’t like gays?” Psymon’s eyebrows rose for another reason and I could tell that he was getting interesting in my father. “You see, my father hates them because my grandfather is one. He left my father and my grandmother when my dad way nine years old and he’s hated them ever since.” there was a drawn silence after I told Psymon about my dad. After a while though, he sucked down the last bit of his cigarette and placed it in the ashtray in front of us.

“You’ll do fine.” he told me, “Most people who start dancing are nervous their first time.”

“Were you nervous?” I questioned, tapping the ashes from my cigarette into the tray in front of me before I took another deep breath of smoke.

“No, not really.” he breathed. His hand was rested on his chin and I could tell he was deep in thought.

“Really?”

“Really, really.” he gave me a half ass smile as he lit another cigarette. I started to wonder how many he had so far so I decided to speak up, risking my life not knowing what Psymon would do to me.

“How many have you had?”

“Me? This is my seventh one.” he said, lighting the lighter and taking a deep breath of his new antidepressant. “It calms and relaxes me whenever I’m stressed; I get stressed out very easily.”

“What are you stressing out about?”

Psymon was silent; he didn’t respond I didn’t really think that I would get an answer out of him. As I extinguished my own cigarette out, I sat silently and watched the program on TV.

“I found out that my dad is getting out.” he finally said. It was a full thirty minutes before he finally spoke up and he was now on his eighth stick.

“From where?”

“The state prison.” I fell silent and turned my attention towards Psymon. “His sentence was for fifty years but I just found out recently from one of the guards that works there, who is a good friend of mine by the way, that he got on parole early for good behavior.”

“What did he do?” I asked, I was now more interested in what Psymon had to say then the episode of Robot Chicken that just came on.

He heaved a great sigh as he began to tell me about his father and what he did. “He sexually abused me when I was a kid.” my mouth dropped open; I couldn’t believe that he was telling me this. We weren’t even friends and he still told me. I stayed silent as he continued on. “My parents had divorce when I was four, my dad won me over in family court and I liked living with him-till he started to drink, and he drank heavily. That started when I was in second grade. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard to ignore when your father would drink and then beat the shit out of you.”

“That’s terrible.” I cried.

“I got used to it.” he shrugged, taking another drag and then exhaling. “I kept on using the same excuse over again whenever I would show up at school with a black eye or a burn on my skin.”

“Again, that’s horrible. What was your excuse?”

He shrugged, “Don’t remember, it has been so long ago that I forgot it. But it wasn’t till a year later that the sexual abuse started to take hold.” I leaned in closer and Psymon offered me another cigarette, I passed though and he continued. “I was just getting out of the shower when my dad came busting in-drunk as usual. He started to yell at the top of his lungs, waving a magazine in my face and asking me ‘what is this?’ I found that he had found the dirty magazine that I kept under my bed, and I knew I was in trouble. He then took the belt he wore and dragged me out of the bathroom naked and placed me over his knee. I got the worse beating of my life that night. After he had spanked my naked ass red, he threw me onto the couch and held me down with one hand as he undid his pants with the other. He raped me that night. He said since that if I loved sex and the positions so much, I should get a taste of it.” he stopped to take a few drags of his cigarette before he continued on.

“I hated what my father did to me that night. But he didn’t stop there, a few nights later he raped me again, it turned into a nightly thing for us. Every time he would rape me I started to get used to it and would just lay on the couch or bed as he thrust hard into me. Then one day, I finally didn’t care anymore and started to love the nightly fucks he gave to me. I had to hide it though from my father because he loved to see me in pain. The rape carried on for four years before my father took his beating too far and placed me in the intensive care unit. There the doctors did a rape kit on me and my dad was arrested. After I had gotten out of the hospital, I went to live with my mother’s sister. She saw that I was having difficulties making friends so she bought me a computer. The first day I got on it, I started my own website where sexual predators could go one and see me doing nasty stuff to myself. I soon started to meet up with a few guys who visited my site at parks and other public places once or twice a week, having them have their way with me and tortured me. My dad was so forceful with me it warped my mind and I craved for a guy’s cock in my ass. When my aunt found out what I was doing and fucking the guys, she took away my computer and got the lists from my site of all the names of the men I fucked and they were all arrested. I was then placed in the children’s ward in the insane hospital, but that didn’t really stop me either. I found that some of the other people in the hospital need a friend, so in return for being their friend I fucked them. Some of the doctors and male nurses also had a piece of my ass too. I had fun while I was there, but I was only there for eighteen months. So when I got out I started to find new ways to have fun with all the pedophiles.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I started walking the streets at age sixteen, that’s when I met Boss-man and I’ve been his bitch for eight years now.”

“You’ve worked for Boss-man for eight years?” I gasped out and he nodded as he lit up his tenth and last cigarette in his pack. I stayed silent after that and thought about what Psymon just told me about his past. After he was half way done with his cigarette, I finally spoke up-

“Why’d you tell me that?” I said softly.

“Because I needed to get it off my chest. If I don’t get things off my chest then I start hurting myself and that looks bad at Ace.”

“But why tell me your past?”

He shrugged as he leaned in and extinguished his cigarette. “I sometimes have the tendency to continue talking after I’ve got down to the main point.” he then went back to watching TV and I laid back down to go to sleep, but what Psymon told me about his father and his past kept me up longer then I wanted. I started to feel sorry for the guy after all he had a rough past. I soon feel asleep once Psymon’s voice was gone from my head and found myself dreaming.

The next day I woke to find Psymon had slipped into bed with me sometime after I went back to sleep. My eyes widened and I carefully eased out of bed so that Psymon wouldn’t wake. I was almost home free but when I stood up, I heard the older man moan and I turned to see him opening his eyes.

“Sorry.” he breathed, his voice was a bit horse as he spoke. “I was too tired last night to get up and go to my room, so I just crawled in with you. I hoped you don’t mind.”

I quickly shook my head, I didn’t want to disagree with him, knowing what he might do to me and I grabbed my shirt and quickly put it on. Checking the clock I saw that it was nine and I started to panic, my first class for the day was at ten and I didn’t have my books with me. I ran around the room, trying to find my backpack I found it under the pull out bed. I was all ready to go, but I found Psymon blocking the doorway.

“Can you please move?” I asked him. He didn’t move, all he did was throw me a helmet.

“Come on.” he said, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

I said nothing as I followed him out the door and down the stairs to find him sitting on a black Honda. I wasn’t all too surprised when I saw it, I had seen it thousands of times outside of Ace but never really known who it belonged to. I jumped a bit when I heard the engine start to roar and quickly pulled the helmet over my head and jumped on the back of the bike before Psymon drove away.

“Thanks for the ride.” I called as he dropped me off in front of my dorm building and I handed him back the helmet. He nodded as I ran into the dorm to get my things. When I came back out I saw he was gone. I’d known he would be but I didn’t have time to worry about Psymon and raced to my first class for the day.

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The week went by in a flash and I soon discovered that it was Thanksgiving brake, I had taken the weekend off, and so I would be starting work the following weekend. Over the week, Bradley and Troy had been calling me and asking me what my favorite things were. I thought it was strange at first but once that my mom came to pick me up after my last class on Wednesday I forgot about it.

It was nice to see my family for a change. I had been stuck around school and my friend’s house these pass few months that it was a real treat to see my family. When I got home I went straight to bed, I was tired and took a little nap before I said hello to the rest of my family

“So Sky,” my father, Kevin, started to say as we sat around the dinner table for tonight’s dinner. “How’s school, still going?”

“Fine and yes I am.” I told him.

“Did you get a job?” my mother, Sara asked. I nodded.

“Where at?” Kevin asked me.

“At a club.” I said nervously. I didn’t know if I should tell them now that I was working at a gay strip bar dancing, or try to think up some other bar that I was working at.

“Doing what?” my father started questioning me, his eyes got all narrowed and he scowled at me

“Hosting.” I smiled. “I work at a cocktail bar. It pays well and though I’m underage I don’t drink.” I held my smile till my dad went back to his eating and my smiled faded.

“What’s the name of the club?”

“Um…” thinking quickly I tried to think of the cocktail bar down the street from Ace’s. “Cross.”

“Oh, I’ve heard about that place.” my mom gasped out, she loved to drink and was a big fan of night clubs when she was younger. “We shall go there some time.” she smiled at me and I gave her a weak smiled back, groaning as I took a bite out of my turkey.

I spent the rest of my stay in my room, wishing that I hadn’t spoken about my job as a cocktail host. Maybe I should have told them that I was a male dancer for a gay night club. Though the more that I thought about it the more I thought of thinking that I was some kind of host, and in a way I didn’t lie to my parents-yet in a way I did.

On Sunday, both my parents drove me into town. They wanted to go out to Cross afterwards, but I told them that I wasn’t working tonight and they thought it was pointless to go. When my dad pulled up to the dorm buildings I thought I was safe, but getting out of the car, I was attacked.

“Skylar!” I heard an all too familiar voice scream out as I felt my body being pulled down.

“Hi, Bradley.” I said nervously, seeing my parents getting out of the car and probably wondering who this guy was.

“Hello there.” my mother called, walking up next to me and Bradley detached himself from my neck.

“Hi, there. You must be Sky’s parents, I’m Bradford, but you can call me Bradley.”

“Nice to meet you, Bradley.” all three shook hands. Once they where finished, Bradley let out a large shiver and started to be animated as he talked.

“Are you off your medication?” I asked him, recalling he had ADHD and took meds for his disorder.

“I haven’t taken it yet. Troy has my meds. Don’t worry though; I will take them before I start work.”

“Do you work with my son?” my dad asked him and Bradley nodded.

“Yes I do, and I must say your son is a very talented person.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes…he is a very good dancer.”

My eyes went wide and I signaled for Bradley to stop what he was doing before he could say anything else. It took a while for him to notice me to see the motion I was doing before he nodded and stopped.

“Dancer?”

“Oh, there is a small dance floor and I sometimes get out and dance.” I gave them a big smile and they just shrugged it off as they said good-bye, got back into their car and drove off.

“You haven’t told your parents yet that you’re a stripper.” Bradley smiled as he came up beside me and watched as my parents drove off.

“I can’t.” I told him. “What do you want anyways?” I asked, turning towards him and placing my hands on my hips.

“Boss-man says that he wants you to wait tables tonight.”

“But I have tonight off.” I told him.

“I know you do but we are short handed tonight. Please Sky.” he started to plead and gave me the puppy dog look again. I told him I would do it once he showed the look and he gave me a hug and a kiss. I then found myself in his car and on my way towards Ace’s.

“Sky!” Chad gasped out once I had entered the club and I braced myself for another bear like hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Bradley said that you guys where short handed tonight, and that Boss-man told him he wanted me to help wait tables.

“Oh, thank you. Yes we are short handed tonight, it’s a mad house out there.” he then led me onto the main floor where I saw club was more packed then usual. I quickly spotted the regulars and I smiled, I was home once again. Taking off my shirt, I walked over to the bar and placed it behind the counter.

“Skylar!” Sam yelled over the music and I waved hi to the other waiter as I picked up a tray and started to take orders from my old tables.

I didn’t really take any brakes, the customers where ordering like crazy and kept me on my toes. I didn’t mind though and kept on working, getting huge tips and grinding my hips over theirs to say thank you. When I was forced to take a brake, Troy called me over to the rooms and he lead me back stage where everyone started to applaud.

“What’s all this for?” I asked, seeing ever dancer that worked here was in the room.

“Well, it’s kind of your coming out party.” Bradley said, walking over to me and handing me a bag. I stared inside it and gasped as I saw my kitty costume lying in the bottom. “Boss-man wants you to start as a dancer tonight. You don’t have to fuck anyone, just dance and show them what you got.”

“But…” I wasn’t ready, I had very little time to practice my dance at Bradley’s house and even then I messed up. Taking a big breath, I walked behind the changing screen and got into my outfit. A lot of the other dancers stared at me when I came out and I felt like I was standing in front of them naked. Blushing, I made my way over to the empty seat near the far side of the wall and sat down, composing myself and mentally getting ready for my first night as a dancer. “I hate Bradley and Troy.” I sighed, staring up at myself in the mirror.

“Hi ya!” Troy cried as he jumped behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck and placed his chin on my shoulders. “Ready?”

“NO!” I gasped out. “Not even close, are all those guys out there waiting to see me?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” he breathed, nuzzling his nose into my ear and chewing on the lobe. I moan and wished I could fuck Troy and his partner again rather than going out and dancing in front of a packed house. He stopped just as I was about to turn around and take him and whimpered in disappointment. “Don’t be sad.” he smiled, “I got something for you.” and he pulled out a small black velvet box that looked like it would contain a necklace.

I smiled and took it from him. Opening it up I saw it was a necklace, but not any kind of necklace, a chocker.

“Thank you.” I gasped, taking it out of the box. Troy then took the chocker from my hands and helped me put it on.

“This is actually a kitty caller. But since your neck is too big for cat caller, we had to settle with a dog caller.” he told me. I stared at it for a moment and I notice that he was right. “And its a present from me, Bradley and Psymon.”

“Psymon?”

“Well…kind of. We just put his name on it.” he smiled and gave me a peck on my nose before he walked off. I smiled as I watched his ass sway from side to side and I admired the collar before I got up to stretched.

As I looked at the tag closely, I notice that it had something writing on it and I leaned in closer to see what it read.

“Kitty.” I smiled and I went to the back of the room to stretch.

“Sky,” I heard a voice yell. I looked up from my leg stretches and saw Bradley. “You’re on.”

“SHIT!” my mind screamed and I got up from the floor and rushed to put my ears and tail on and stood behind the curtain that lead out onto the stage.

“Break a leg!” I heard some of the dancers saying as they smacked my ass and I waited for my song to start.

“Gentlemen!” I heard Boss-man’s voice cry over the large crowd. “It is an honor and a privilege to introduce to you, a new dancer here at Ace’s. Now then…this boy, was actually a waiter here, but he can sure dance and gives great head.” there came a roar of laughter and cheers from the audience and I started to feel butterflies in my stomach and I didn’t hear anything else from him till the end. “…Now then, I would like to introduce to you a young, hot, sexy boy who comes from are own town of Salem…Kitty!”

The crowd let out a wave of applause and it was kind of hard to hear the music. Luckily, DJ started to music once that most of the applause died down and I took one more deep breath as I started to hear the song. Counting the beats in my head, I started my dancing by sticking out my right leg. I smiled as I heard the reaction from the crowed and kept it there for four counts before I slowly lifted it up above my head for another four counts and then dramatically pulled the curtain apart, revealing myself as Kitty to the excited crowd, strutting my stuff on the stage over to the closest pole, wrapping my leg around it as I started to dance to Henry Mancini’s theme, “The Pink Panther.”