College Job

Poking my head in, I found the place was not very well lit, and I could only see the outline of tables and chairs. I could also make out what appeared to be a stage at the far end. I gulped and I slowly and nervously stepped inside, allowing the door to close behind me. I jumped a few feet off the ground when I heard the door shut, and my heart began racing. There was no turning back now, and all my senses heightened when I stepped further into the showroom.

“No minors allowed!” I heard a booming voice echo though the room. I twisted and turned my head around to see where the voice was coming from, but the room was so dark I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t see anything in this dim light, until a single light brightened the left side of the room. I turned and I saw the club’s bouncer sitting on one of the bar stools. “No minors,” he said again.

I froze on the spot as our eyes met. He was both big in weight and height and wore an extra large fifty cent(if it’s 50 cent like the rapper, it should be written 50 cent) tee shirt with baggie blue jeans to go with it. I stood at attention and gulped. I wanted to speak up, but my voice was caught in my throat, and I was afraid that he was going to throw me out. Again, he yelled at me to get out, but this time he stood up and he towered over me. His size over powered me and I finally worked up enough courage to let a squeak pop out of my mouth.

“Um…I’m…I…”

“Speak up, if you are going to say something,” he said, crossing his arms.

“I have an interview with the manager here.” I finally cried out. It seemed like that took all my strength and I was breathing heavily with my hands draw into a fist.

The bouncer said nothing at first, but he looked me over a few minutes before he strutted over towards me. He passed me and I followed him, circling around from where I was standing and saw him heading towards the entrance. “Wait here,” he finally said to me and he went into the room that was just to the left of the front door.

I took a seat in the closest chair near me and sighed, mentally preparing for my interview. I stared around the room some more, and saw that from the extra light that hung over the bar, the room was filled with more tables and chairs then I expected. I also counted about eight individual stripper poles: three on the main stage, and then five more scattered along the floor. Five minutes later, the bouncer came back with a smile on his face.

“The manager will see you now,” he announced and he stepped aside for me to walk into the office. As I passed him I couldn’t help but to think that he was checking me out, working his eyes from my ass and traveling up to my head.

“Thank you,” I told him, and he gave me a wink before he shut the door behind me. A chill ran down my back as the wink reminded me of Bradley, and I tried to forget about it. Stepping into the office, I found a man with the same skin color as the bouncer, sitting behind a large oak desk. He wore a white pin stripe suit, and I could see that his hat was hanging on the hat rack that was situated in the left hand corner, behind his desk. He had his head down but he could tell that I was standing in front of him, and I took a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

“Hello there,” the manager smiled, looking up from the paper, “You must be Skylar, how are you?”

“Fine.” I nervously said, “And you…?”

“Boss-man, “the manager replied, giving me his name he used. “Good. But let’s cut the small chat and get down to the real business. Why would you want to work at my club?”

“Well, I don’t know why,” I told him honestly, “I know little about this place; I know it’s a night club, and telling from the poles outside on the floor, it’s a strip club.”

“That’s right, so let me rephrase the question; why would you want to work at my gay strip club?”

My face dropped and I felt my stomach start to tie up in knots. ‘A gay strip club?’ I thought. I hated the thought that I put in an application for a gay strip club, but I needed the money. So after a moment of finding out about Ace, I took a deep breath in and put on a false smile. “Well… I want to expand my limits,” I lied to him. I didn’t want to work here but I needed the money, I was desperate. “For me, being straight, I think it would be good idea to also get in touch with my feminine side. If you know what I mean.” My smile grew in size and I cocked my head to one side as I closed my eyes.

“That’s a good reason,” Boss-man told me, “There aren’t too many men who are willing to do that. So tell me, seeing that you filled out both forms, did you want to apply for a dancer’s job or a waiter?”

“Dancer? But Bradley said that you were looking for waiters?”

“Bradley told you of this job? Well, he might say that, but sometimes we are also looking for dancers too.”

“Well, just the waiter’s job then.”

“Okay. So with that, please stand up.” He stood up also and circled around his desk, coming around towards me so he could have a better look at my body. I stood up and he began circling me as I stood in place, watching his eyes graze over my body. It was kind of embarrassing for me to watch a pimp who dealt with gay strippers check out my body. He circled me, once…twice…three times before he stopped right in front of me. He took a hold of my arm and moved me to the side, twisting me to the right to get a good look at my ass. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded, and I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I gave the manager a half ass smirk and slowly peeled it off. Boss-man laughed at how I was trying to be sexy, and helped me with my shirt. He placed his hands over my bare shoulders, and slid the thin cloth off the rest of the way. Once my shirt was off, he started to run his hands down my smooth chest, feeling every inch of it and moaning at the touch. I licked my lips and allowed this stranger---no this pimp--- to touch my half naked form. Sliding his hands up and down my chest, I couldn’t help but to moan out a little from the touch. Again the pimp in front of me laughed, and gave me a small little kiss over the left side of my chest. My mouth dropped at the touch, I wanted to turn and run like the night that Bradley wanted to give me a hand job, but I couldn’t. I just told myself I was in it for the money.

“Let’s see how you dance now,” he told me, and he grabbed a remote off the desk, and turned on the stereo. Hip hop music came out of the small speakers, and I let it play a few minutes before I started dancing erotically in front of the pimp. I started by dipping down to the floor and dropping like I was hot for him, caressing my chest and abs. I slowly made my way down towards my jeans, and I smirked as I slowly unbuttoned them. Playing with the zipper a bit, I teased the manager before I hooked my thumbs into the hem and pulled them down. I stepped out of my jeans so I was just in my boxers, and turned around to show off my ass. There was a stripper pole that was situated in one of the corners, and I started to get freaky. Going over to it, I took a hold of the bar. I heard Boss-man laughing as I bent down towards the ground and showed him my covered ass again, and then did a few small stunts. I decided to finish off my dance routine by bending over backwards and pushing off into a back handspring. I got a big reaction out of the pimp in front of me, and I finished my doing the splits. “I say that’s enough,” he sighed, turning off the stereo and circling back over to his seat. “That was quit a performance, for a straight guy.”

“Thank you.” I started to collect my discarded clothes and went back to my seat.

Boss-man let out a long sigh and looked over my application once more before sending me off. “I will look over this one more time and will think about it. Not everyone can be an Ace of spades.” I laughed at what he called his boys and I thanked him for his time. “I will get back to you in a few days.”

I thanked him again before leaving with my clothes in hand. I let out a long sigh of relief; I couldn’t believe I just did that. It was embarrassing for me to strip for that pimp, but I had no choice. I placed my clothes on an empty table and started to dress myself again. When I was fully dressed, I left the club. Looking around one last time at the single room, I felt good about myself and smiled. I knew that the performance I gave would get me the job. What I didn’t know, is when I would start.

It was Monday afternoon and Mallory and I were at the school’s park. I rested my head over my girlfriend’s lap as I stared up at the clear blue sky, Mallory was reading out loud to me. I closed my eyes as I listened to my girlfriend’s voice echo in my ears. She had just started a new chapter of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, the book we had to read for class, when my cell phone’s ringer interrupted her.

“Hello?” she asked, picking it up my phone, I wanted to pick it up just in case Boss-man was calling about the job. “This is his girlfriend, who may I ask is calling? Okay, it’s for you,” she placed the phone next to my ear and I greeted the voice over the cell.

“Hello? Yes…really…I don’t have my schedule with me right now, but I know that I am free Thursday until Sunday. Okay…thank you again for the job, sees you Thursday.”

“Congratulations,” Mallory smiled, leaning over me and giving me a kiss. I smiled back at her and ran my tongue over her dry lips, wanting access and she allowed it. Quickly I drove my tongue into her mouth, wiggling it tongue in and out of her wet cavern. Mallory moaned into the kiss and I felt my shirt started to lift up. I smiled and I started to move my kisses down her neck and shoulders. I soon found that we were in the sixty-nine position, and we were getting more intense.(wait, aren’t they in a park? Hahaha exhibitionists, are they?)

Mallory moved her legs around me so that my head was positioned in between them, and I lifted my head to see a nice view of her ass. I smiled, knowing that I was going to take our relationship to the next level and slowly slid my hand up her skirt. Sliding her thong off her, I got a perfect view of her sex, and I began licking her entrance. Mallory moaned as I licked her and I dug my tongue into her entrance, tasting her juices as her pussy start to get wetter. I was so into licking her pussy that I didn’t know what my love was doing, until I felt her lips grasp hold of my member. She began sucking on it lightly before engulfing it fully in her mouth, and began playing with my balls. I moaned louder then Mallory did and arched my back, loving the sensations that she was giving me. I changed my game plan after that, and I dug two of my fingers into her wet pussy. She gasped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I started to pull and push my fingers into her. She unclamped her mouth from my cock, and started stroking it in time with my own thrusts. We both quickened our pace as the heat rose. I continued to moan as we progressed with our little episode, but it didn’t last long. I was just on the verge if coming when I heard sirens coming from the street. We both turned to see one of the campus police cars drive up.

“Crap,” I breathed, pulling my fingers out of Mallory and licking up the juices. We didn’t run as the officer came up to us, and asked us for both our IDs and school IDs. I groaned as the officer slapped cuffs on both of us. As the officer waited for our files, I couldn’t help but to laugh at my luck. Getting a job as a waiter at a gay strip club, and then getting arrested for having sex in a public place, I guess nothing good comes at a price.

Mallory and I were held over night at the local police station. The police didn’t press any charges, but we were both fined five hundred dollars. Mallory paid it off for both our fines, and I offered her to pay her back once I had my first pay check. She refused taking my money though---

“Just give me a good fuck the next time we’re together,” she told me, and she gave me a kiss good-bye before walking off towards her dorm.

Thursday came fast, and I found that my new job was going to start soon. I was thankful for having only one class today, so I had a few hours to get ready. I started to get worried about my actions when I found myself standing with my open closet. I was trying to find something good to wear so I would make a good impression. After fifteen minutes of deciding, I slipped on my now acid wash, ripped jeans and a clean workout shirt. I glanced at myself once in the mirror before I left, and I walked the ten blocks to Ace. I ran across the street when I saw the red building come into view, and pulled open the doors. When I walked in, I saw the showroom all lilted(what does this word mean? Do you mean all lit up?), revealing the entire lobby and the stage. Looking around, I spotted three of the other employee’s clumped together and sitting around the bar. Another employee was at the DJ booth, picking out the tracks for tonight’s dancers. I gulped, knowing that this was not the work for me. I wanted to turn back, but before I could turn and run, I felt an arm fall over my shoulders. I stared up at whom the arm belonged to and I saw that it was Boss-man’s.

“Welcome to the card park,” he breathed down my neck, and he look a long lick of my ear. I gasped at his touch and pulled my head away. He smiled at me and welcomed me once again before leading me off towards the small group of guys.