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A Stripper’s Story ,Mel’s Journey Part 1
Mel was now the respected wife of Dr. Joe Turner. She was 45 and on most days she could pass for 35. She was a beautiful woman that had gone to great length to maintain her looks. The gym, diet, yoga, and determination had a positive result.
She lived in a large home, drove a Cadillac, and wore expensive clothes.
This was the current Mel, not the young girl who grew up in middle Mississippi. The daughter to a middle class working family, she and her brother had a normal upbringing. Upon graduation from high school she flew alone to Boston to visit her brother. He had moved there a year ago due to a promotion and transfer at his work.
On the first leg of her return flight home she flew to Atlanta. During the flight she was seated next to well dressed, very attractive, young lady named Ashley. She appeared to be in her late 20’s. As girls do, they began to chat. When Mel asked where the woman was going, she responded “Atlanta”
“Oh, do you live in Atlanta?” asked Mel.
“No, I’m just going there for a few days for business” answered Ashley.
“What kind of work do you do?” asked Mel innocently.
“I’m in the entertainment business.” Ashley went on. “I travel and work about 6 to 7 months a year.”
“What do you do the rest of the year?” Mel asked.
“I lay naked in the sun at my house in Martinique” She laughed.
Mel’s interest was peaked. Work 6 months a year, apparently doing very well, what’s wrong with this picture.
“If it would not be prying, what part of the entertainment business do you work in?
Not to be blunt, but what do you do?” asked Mel.
Ashley was more than glad to tell the inquisitive young traveler. She let Mel know that she was in the adult entertainment business. She had worked her way up to
the point that she was referred to as a featured dancer. Her primary job was to perform her act at various gentlemen’ s clubs through out the country and at times even overseas.
“What kind of act do you have?” asked the naive 18 year old Mel.
“Honey, I’m an exotic dancer, a stripper, you know…I TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF FOR A LIVING. Depending on the local law, the amount of clothes I take off changes from club to club.”
“Do a lot of people go to your shows?” Mel persisted.
“I hope so. How much fun would it be and how much money could you make if only 2 people showed up.” she laughed. “I like to have the clubs filled to capacity.”
As the plane approached Atlanta, Ashley continued to paint a glowing picture of her life. She was her own boss. She had a business manager that took care of her bookings. She showed up, was treated as like a star. She made so much money she had to hire a financial adviser. At 29 she described her life as fantastic.
Mel was impressed. She had never met anyone like Ashley. Worldly, rich, beautiful.
When she got home she went to Jackson and applied for a job at the local gentlemen’s club. She was surprised at what happened next.
She was told to go to the back of the club and see the manager. Her office was a small cluttered room by the rear exit. There was room for the desk, the manager’s chair, and a place for Mel to stand.
“Have you ever worked in a club before? Do you have an ID? Do you have reliable
transportation? Do you have a place to live?” were a few of the questions she asked.
At the end the manager said it was Mel’s lucky day that they had an opening if she could start tonight. It was so easy Mel quickly agreed thinking of the girl on the plane.
“Come with me and we’ll see if we can find you something to wear. The girls like to have a fresh look and just leave their old outfits here.”
They went across the hall to a room with a long makeup counter with mirror the length of the wall. Florescent bulbs bathed the room in bright lights. The opposite wall was a series of cubicles that resembled lockers without doors. The last two were filled with lingerie and underwear.
The manager picked through the clothes until she came up with a pair of black french cut panties and a 1/2 cup shelf bra. She picked out a black wrap around dress.
“Go to that box in the corner and pick out a pair of heels you like.” directed the manager. “Try these on and I’ll be back in a minute.”
The clothes appeared to be almost new. The panties still had a price tag on them. To Mel this was not exactly shopping at the mall. When she tried them on she was astonished that they almost fit. The panties fit but were so tight they dug into her slit. The back consisted of a string that wanted to bury itself in her ass. The bra was the right size but the design allowed her nipples to stick out over the top of the cups. The dress fit and clung to her body. The hem was only about 3” below the cheek of her ass. She was able to find a set of clear lucite heels that she liked and fit.
When the manager appeared she seemed to be in a rush.
“You look great. We’re about to open and only one of the girls has shown up. How about you help us out this afternoon. There won’t be many customers so you can take your time to settle in.” she said.
As she did, a young thin black girl walked in to the dressing area.
‘This is Roxy. Roxy this is Mel.” Mel is starting today so after you get dressed, show her around” was the manager’s parting remarks.
As Roxy stripped off her street clothes, Mel first noticed the unnatural size and stiffness of her boobs. Her nipples were pierced with silver rings. Her navel had a silver piercing. Her pussy was shaved completely bare. On top of all this she had numerous tattoos.
“What you starring at? Haven’t you ever seen a black girl naked before.” she snapped. I bet that skinny little white girl ass of yours don’t come close to this.”
“Oh no, I just have never seen so many piercing and tattoos before. I think your beautiful.” Mel said in her defense.
“I am beautiful. All my customers think I’m beautiful too.” Roxy spoke defiantly.
There was a brief silence that was broken by the manager yelling. “Get your asses out here. It’s time to open this place up.”
Mel followed Roxy into the bar area. As best Mel could tell it was clean but with the dim lighting it was hard to tell. There was a bar with 6 bar stools,and a number of tables with chairs. There was a raised stage surrounded with two stripper poles. The wall at the back of the stage was solid mirror. To the side of the stager appeared to be a DJ booth. Rock music began to fill the room.
From the back came an average looking young guy in jeans and a plaid shirt.
“Mel, meet Billy” said Roxy “ He’s the night time DJ but he’ll be the bartender this afternoon. We’ll take turns dancing and being the waitress until somebody else shows up”
This was going to be Mel’s introduction to the world of adult entertainment.
No one came in for about 20 minutes. During that time Roxy sat on one of the bar stools talking to the Billy. When Mel went to sit down, Roxy spoke up.
“You need to get your skinny little white ass up on stage and dance”
“But there is nobody here” responded Mel.
“You don’t have to take those rags off, all you have to do is dance. Mama wants
somebody to be on stage when that front door opens. That ain’t going to be me as I’m busy.” spat out Roxy.
Not wanting to challenge the girl, Mel got up on stage and danced. She had some formal training as a dancer and had been a cheerleader in high school. She chose to dance like she did when she was out with her friends.
As the door opened the room was flushed with daylight. As soon as the two men entered, the door closed and the room again went near dark. Roxy jumped off her stool and walked to the stage.
“I don’t know what your doing but get your ass down. Let me show you how a real woman dances and makes money. Roxy snapped. “and while your at it, get those guys order and take them their drinks.”
After Mel took the two middle aged me their beers, she took a seat at the bar. She was interested in watching Roxy dance. She was disappointed to see Roxy barely moving her body. She looked like the stage was the last place on earth she wanted to be. She made no effort to take off even the first piece of clothing.
When she came off the stage after two songs she walked over to the bar.
“Wait two songs and then you can dance again” said Roxy. “Those two will drink their beer and be out of here. Don’t waste your time on them.”
The next hour gave Mel time to think about her career choice. Just as she was getting ready to call it quits, two girls showed up. One was a black girl that was a little bit on the thick side. The other girls was a tall thin blond in her early twenties. After disappearing in the back for about 20 minutes, the two girls emerged into the club.
The black girl went over a took up with Roxy and the bar tender. The blond walked over to Mel.
“Your new. My name is Star. How’s it go’in?” offered the girl.
“I guess I’m OK” was Mel’s weak response.
Star sat down with Mel and inquired as to what was wrong. All Mel would say is that she was from a town about 20 miles away and had needed job. She left out the part about Ashley and the plane ride to Atlanta.
Star, being a few years older than the 18 year old Mel, sympathized with her. She had moved from Tampa to Jackson about 6 months ago to be with her boyfriend. She had met him in Tampa at the club where she worked. He was an assistant to the athletic director at Jackson State.
It was good at first and she enjoyed living with him. She thought that she might even be in love. But then he started to bring his friends around to drink and party. At first he wanted her to be their waitress. As the weeks went by he wanted her to wear
clothes that were similar to what she wore while working in the club.
One afternoon during half time of a football game on TV, he had asked her to dance and strip for his friends. She didn’t care for the idea but she wanted to make her man happy. At he end of the game she found he had bet her on the game and had lost. In the end she willingly fucked his friend that had won the bet. She did it to spite him and decided to make arrangements to move out.
She had taken the job at the local club because it was the only job she knew. Compared to where she worked in Tampa, the Jackson club was a shit hole.
Star pointed to a door at the side of the bar that Mel had not really noticed.
“The only way you’ll make any money here is back there.” Star said pointedly.
“What’s back there?” asked Mel.
Star explained in the front, you could make money dancing on stage for tips. You could also do table dances in the bar. During these the law said you could only be topless and the customers could not touch you. But in the back there were loveseats where you could do pretty much what you wanted to. A basic topless dance was $20 and you had to give 1/2 of that to the club. Anything else you did was between you and the customer and you could keep all the money.She explained that most of the girls would dance topless and allow the men to paw them and suck on their tits. Some of the girls would go further but the manager and the law frowned on it. If they got caught, they would usually be fired.
The girls that were inclined to go further were also inclined to “date” their customers at a local motel. They only danced in order to have a safe place to troll for their other activities. Star had her own reasons. She only wanted to get enough money to get out from under her boyfriend and return to Tampa. When she had gone to work in the club he had become more insistent that she entertain and fuck his friends.
She also found that he had started dating another girl.
“If your going to whore and work at that club, you need to do who and what I say around the house. I know guys that will pay to fuck you and you can stay home I could use the extra cash” he suggested.
By 8 PM there were 12 girls working the club. Two were waitresses. A large biker type had taken over as bar tender. The manager, affectionately called “Momma” sat on a bar stool at the end of the bar. Billy had retreated to the DJ booth playing the girls choice of songs. The club had about twenty patrons.
The girls took turns doing their two song sets. Mel, like the others took her top off at the end of the first song and danced topless for the second. She was young and fit with nice C cup boobs. Her ass was tight and on the small side. The men seemed to like her and being the new girl drew some attention. She was asked to give a few table dances but when it came to the back room she got no offers.
Mel wondered why she had not been asked to the back then she overheard Roxy talking to one of the customers.
“Hey baby, you want to go in the back and have some fun.” she said seductively.
Standing topless in front of the customer she reached the elastic waist of her panties. Without a word she slid them down exposing the shaved skin just above the slit of her pussy.
“Come on baby, we can have a better time back there. I’ll make sure you have some fun” she continued her banter.
The guy took the bait and Roxy lead him off by the hand to the back room.
Mel for her part was not ready for that. She was embarrassed enough showing off her tits in a room full of strange men but she had her limits.
At midnight Momma approached Mel to tel her she could go home if she wanted. It had been a long day and was far from what she had expected. None of the other girls had much to do with her other than say “Hi, I’m whoever.”
When Star saw what was happening, she followed Mel to the dressing room.
“Don’t let the first day get you down. Come to work tomorrow and maybe we can talk about you going with me to Tampa. I’m going to need a room mate to share the expenses and I sure don’t need another man in my life at the moment.” explained Star.
“Yeh, I’ll see you tomorrow.” was all Mel said as she turned to leave for the night.
The next day Mel had second thoughts about even going back to work. The previous day had been a far cry from glamorous. In the end she thought she would give it one more day. She decided to go if for no other reason than to talk to Star.
She did not have to be at the club until 7. She picked out some of her own lingerie and heels to wear as outfits. It was Friday night. When she turned into the lot it was already half full. She could hear the sound of the music as she walked across the parking lot.
When she entered the club she found it much different than the day before.
Two girls were on stage dancing. One with and one without a top. A number of girls were table dancing. Out of the door to the back room came Star. She was nude except for the clothes that she used to try to cover herself with as she walked to the dressing room. Mel followed her.
“What happened to you?” said Mel.
Star sat down. “A girl has to make a living.” was all she said.
“I’m not sure I’m going to stay” was Mel’s comeback.
“You have to” said Star. “Your my buddy. We can make a lot tonight. I’ll take you with me in the backroom and I’ll show you how to make this work. We’ll be like Thelma and Louise.”
Didn’t they both die at the end of the movie?“ asked Mel.
“I guess but it was two girls on a hell of a trip being bad asses. That’s us.”
replied Star.
Mel was impressed. She had never met a girl like Star. She had never thought of herself as a bad ass girl. She most certainly had never had someone call her that.
“Yea, Bad Ass Girl, that’s me. I like the sound of it” thought Mel.
And so a partnership of sorts was formed. That night about 9:30 Star pulled Mel to the side.
“I’ve got a cute guy that wants to go in the back with me. Come on. I’ll show you how to make some money with those little tits of yours.” teased Star.
The two girls went across to the other side of the room and gathered up a clean cut 30 year guy and took him to the back room. Pushing him back into a loveseat in the far back corner, the two girls stood in front of him. Star planted a kiss on Mel’s lips. At first she was stunned. She had never been kissed by a girl before.When Star placed a second kiss on Mel’s lips, she didn’t back away. With the third kiss she used her tongue to moisten Mel’s lips.
It felt really good to Mel. Compared to the boys she had dated, Star’s lips were soft and tender. She only used the slightest of pressure rather then the roughness of the boys. This was what kissing was supposed to be like she thought.
Star grabbed her by the sides of her waist and brought Mel close. Mel could feel the warmth of Star’s body. Star kissed her again but this time pushed her tongue into Mel’s mouth and swirled it about ever so slightly. This made Mel’s whole body tingle. The whole time the man they were entertaining sat with his dick getting hard.
Star continued to kiss Mel. She reached between Mel’s boobs and unhooked her bra dropping it on the loveseat. Mel almost forgot that there was a man sitting there watching.
“Here, take mine off for me” whisper Star as she nuzzled Mel’s neck. “Take it off and suck on my nipples.”
Mel, never having done anything like this, was absorbed in the moment. Star had bigger boobs than Mel. They were tipped with puffy nipples that stood out.
Mel thought they even tasted good.
Star pulled away to climb up and straddle her customer. She ground herself against his clothes covered stiff cock. She encouraged him to grab and suck her boobs.
She rose up high enough off his lap to put her bikini covered pussy in his face.
After a little of this she resumed her position on his lap for the duration of the song.
As the song ended she climbed off. Mel had been standing by the side observing.
“That’s how you do it. Climb up on this stud and show him a good time” was
Star’s instructions. “Let him play with those hooters of yours.”
Mel rose up enough to push her chest into his face. When she did, Star unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. As the customer sucked Mel’s tits , Star gave a hand job.
When they were finished, the customer left the backroom with a smile and the girls left with $50 each. That was more money than Mel had made the first night at the club.This was the first time the deadly duo had worked together and this was the first time Mel thought of herself as a real bad ass girl.
Once the word spread, The girls had a steady stream of customers in the backroom.
Even Star was stunned by the amount of money they were making. Mel began to think this might not be all bad. Little work, good money.
Over the next few days Mel and Star spent time together even when not at work.
They made their plans to leave for Tampa in the next few days. The continued to work as a duo at night much to the dislike of the other dancers. They didn’t care.
They had each other and they were “Bad Ass Girls”. Plus, Mel was convinced that they were leaving this dump to work in a real club like Ashley.
Upon arrival in Tampa they went to see Star’s old landlord. Mel was taken back
how excited he was to see them. He explained that he had a duplex just like Star had before she left. Mel started to get concerned when she caught him staring at her.
“He’s an old man and he’s checking me out.” Mel whispered.
“Can I have the same rent I used to”? Star asked the landlord.
“It will only be half with a room mate” he answered. But only if I can fuck her too.”
“What the Hell?” What’s he talking about” yelled Mel.
Grabbing Mel’s arm she pulled her to he side. Over her shoulder she told the landlord.
“We’ll take it.”
Once she had Mel back to the car she told her to calm down. The landlord had lost his wife a few years ago. After about a month the first time she lived there she had made a bargain with him. The rent would be due every two weeks. Instead of giving him money, she would fuck him.
She told Mel not to worry. He was just a lonely old guy. All he wanted to do is go missionary on a naked young girl. He always wore a condom and was very gentle.
Once he came he got dressed and left. It was so much easier than paying rent.
Mel had never even thought of such an arrangement. She was not very worldly but she was also not a virgin. She had learned in just a short period of time to trust Star.
If she thought it was the thing to do, so did Mel. They were the deadly duo. They were Thelma and Louise. And she was a bad ass girl.
The girls quickly moved to get their things into the furnished 2 bedroom apartment.
After getting take out they sat down for dinner. Star was the first one to talk as they they ate.
I’ve been thinking. If you don’t want to fuck the landlord, that’s OK. I’ll fuck the old man and you can pay me your half.”
“No. I’ll do my share. This is just really new to me.” Mel replied.
“You know, there’s another way to look at it. He’s not going to be fucking me. He’s going to have sex with Star. She’s a stripper and an adult entertainer. He’ll never get to screw Priscilla. That’s my real name. My real name is Priscilla. Like Priscilla Presley. I got the name Star at the first club I worked and never stopped.”
She went on to explain it helped her separate what she was doing from the girl that grew up in Ocala. A skinny shy girl from a rural area, she had grown into the person she was today.
“We need to get you a new name, an alias, something special. Like…”
“Mercedes” spoke up Mel. “Isn’t that the car rich women drive?”
“Good bye Mel and and hello Mercedes. Mercedes and Star. No, Star and Mercedes.
It sounds great either way.” said Star as she took a bite of egg roll.
As the night wore on the two girls continued to talk. With no job and limited funds
It was going to be a stay at home night. Star lectured Mel on what she was getting into. She let her know that with not much money they would have to rely on their youth and good looks. They were going to do what they needed to in order to get on their feet. All Mel had to do was trust her and follow her lead.
They decided that tomorrow they would go and apply at the last club Star worked.
It was upscale and had a better clientele. Mel would bet Ashely had performed there.
The girls were in no hurry the next morning to get started. The club would not have anyone there til 2PM. With the time they had, Star prepared Mel for their upcoming interview. She let her know that even with this being a better club, owners and managers were still men. They would be asked to strip. Not just topless but totally nude. That would be the bare minimum of the audition. There might be anything from one manager to a group of men. Star let Mel know that they would want her to spread her legs and show them her pussy and ass.
These guys are professionals. They want to hire girls, not scare them away. To be successful they need to keep a club full of beautiful women. They know me and I will vouch for you.
“ If you can’t do this, you need to tell me now” finished Star.
“No, I can do it. We’ll have jobs by this afternoon” said a confident Mel.
“When you shower, make sure everything is shaved. You can keep your little landing strip but make sure its trimmed. You never know when a little plane or a big rocket might need to make a landing” Star laughed.
When they pulled into the club, Mel could not believe it. It looked more like a fine restaurant than a strip club. It looked like the landscaping from the local bank. The club wasn’t open yet. They were escorted by a doorman to an office in the back of the building. Unlike the club in Jackson this office was large and elegant. There was a sitting area, a large wood executive desk with leather chair and a small dance stage with a stripper pole. The carpet was so plush you sank into it as you walked.
There they met Sid the manager.
“It’s really good to see you again” he said to Star. “And who is your pretty side kick?”
“This is Mercedes. She is just getting started but she is real talented.” replied Star.
“I’m real busy today. I can only give you a few minutes. Take your clothes off.”
Sid said hurriedly.
The girls didn’t hesitate. The had worn loose fitting shorts and tops with no underwear. They were glad they did.
Sid looked them over real quick.
“Star, good as ever honey. Mercedes, cute but I hope you only look innocent. We sell
sex here and business is good.” commented Sid.“You girls will do fine. See both tomorrow at 1. Meet you here in the office.”
To Be Continued Watch for Part 2
Mel was now the respected wife of Dr. Joe Turner. She was 45 and on most days she could pass for 35. She was a beautiful woman that had gone to great length to maintain her looks. The gym, diet, yoga, and determination had a positive result.
She lived in a large home, drove a Cadillac, and wore expensive clothes.
This was the current Mel, not the young girl who grew up in middle Mississippi. The daughter to a middle class working family, she and her brother had a normal upbringing. Upon graduation from high school she flew alone to Boston to visit her brother. He had moved there a year ago due to a promotion and transfer at his work.
On the first leg of her return flight home she flew to Atlanta. During the flight she was seated next to well dressed, very attractive, young lady named Ashley. She appeared to be in her late 20’s. As girls do, they began to chat. When Mel asked where the woman was going, she responded “Atlanta”
“Oh, do you live in Atlanta?” asked Mel.
“No, I’m just going there for a few days for business” answered Ashley.
“What kind of work do you do?” asked Mel innocently.
“I’m in the entertainment business.” Ashley went on. “I travel and work about 6 to 7 months a year.”
“What do you do the rest of the year?” Mel asked.
“I lay naked in the sun at my house in Martinique” She laughed.
Mel’s interest was peaked. Work 6 months a year, apparently doing very well, what’s wrong with this picture.
“If it would not be prying, what part of the entertainment business do you work in?
Not to be blunt, but what do you do?” asked Mel.
Ashley was more than glad to tell the inquisitive young traveler. She let Mel know that she was in the adult entertainment business. She had worked her way up to
the point that she was referred to as a featured dancer. Her primary job was to perform her act at various gentlemen’ s clubs through out the country and at times even overseas.
“What kind of act do you have?” asked the naive 18 year old Mel.
“Honey, I’m an exotic dancer, a stripper, you know…I TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF FOR A LIVING. Depending on the local law, the amount of clothes I take off changes from club to club.”
“Do a lot of people go to your shows?” Mel persisted.
“I hope so. How much fun would it be and how much money could you make if only 2 people showed up.” she laughed. “I like to have the clubs filled to capacity.”
As the plane approached Atlanta, Ashley continued to paint a glowing picture of her life. She was her own boss. She had a business manager that took care of her bookings. She showed up, was treated as like a star. She made so much money she had to hire a financial adviser. At 29 she described her life as fantastic.
Mel was impressed. She had never met anyone like Ashley. Worldly, rich, beautiful.
When she got home she went to Jackson and applied for a job at the local gentlemen’s club. She was surprised at what happened next.
She was told to go to the back of the club and see the manager. Her office was a small cluttered room by the rear exit. There was room for the desk, the manager’s chair, and a place for Mel to stand.
“Have you ever worked in a club before? Do you have an ID? Do you have reliable
transportation? Do you have a place to live?” were a few of the questions she asked.
At the end the manager said it was Mel’s lucky day that they had an opening if she could start tonight. It was so easy Mel quickly agreed thinking of the girl on the plane.
“Come with me and we’ll see if we can find you something to wear. The girls like to have a fresh look and just leave their old outfits here.”
They went across the hall to a room with a long makeup counter with mirror the length of the wall. Florescent bulbs bathed the room in bright lights. The opposite wall was a series of cubicles that resembled lockers without doors. The last two were filled with lingerie and underwear.
The manager picked through the clothes until she came up with a pair of black french cut panties and a 1/2 cup shelf bra. She picked out a black wrap around dress.
“Go to that box in the corner and pick out a pair of heels you like.” directed the manager. “Try these on and I’ll be back in a minute.”
The clothes appeared to be almost new. The panties still had a price tag on them. To Mel this was not exactly shopping at the mall. When she tried them on she was astonished that they almost fit. The panties fit but were so tight they dug into her slit. The back consisted of a string that wanted to bury itself in her ass. The bra was the right size but the design allowed her nipples to stick out over the top of the cups. The dress fit and clung to her body. The hem was only about 3” below the cheek of her ass. She was able to find a set of clear lucite heels that she liked and fit.
When the manager appeared she seemed to be in a rush.
“You look great. We’re about to open and only one of the girls has shown up. How about you help us out this afternoon. There won’t be many customers so you can take your time to settle in.” she said.
As she did, a young thin black girl walked in to the dressing area.
‘This is Roxy. Roxy this is Mel.” Mel is starting today so after you get dressed, show her around” was the manager’s parting remarks.
As Roxy stripped off her street clothes, Mel first noticed the unnatural size and stiffness of her boobs. Her nipples were pierced with silver rings. Her navel had a silver piercing. Her pussy was shaved completely bare. On top of all this she had numerous tattoos.
“What you starring at? Haven’t you ever seen a black girl naked before.” she snapped. I bet that skinny little white girl ass of yours don’t come close to this.”
“Oh no, I just have never seen so many piercing and tattoos before. I think your beautiful.” Mel said in her defense.
“I am beautiful. All my customers think I’m beautiful too.” Roxy spoke defiantly.
There was a brief silence that was broken by the manager yelling. “Get your asses out here. It’s time to open this place up.”
Mel followed Roxy into the bar area. As best Mel could tell it was clean but with the dim lighting it was hard to tell. There was a bar with 6 bar stools,and a number of tables with chairs. There was a raised stage surrounded with two stripper poles. The wall at the back of the stage was solid mirror. To the side of the stager appeared to be a DJ booth. Rock music began to fill the room.
From the back came an average looking young guy in jeans and a plaid shirt.
“Mel, meet Billy” said Roxy “ He’s the night time DJ but he’ll be the bartender this afternoon. We’ll take turns dancing and being the waitress until somebody else shows up”
This was going to be Mel’s introduction to the world of adult entertainment.
No one came in for about 20 minutes. During that time Roxy sat on one of the bar stools talking to the Billy. When Mel went to sit down, Roxy spoke up.
“You need to get your skinny little white ass up on stage and dance”
“But there is nobody here” responded Mel.
“You don’t have to take those rags off, all you have to do is dance. Mama wants
somebody to be on stage when that front door opens. That ain’t going to be me as I’m busy.” spat out Roxy.
Not wanting to challenge the girl, Mel got up on stage and danced. She had some formal training as a dancer and had been a cheerleader in high school. She chose to dance like she did when she was out with her friends.
As the door opened the room was flushed with daylight. As soon as the two men entered, the door closed and the room again went near dark. Roxy jumped off her stool and walked to the stage.
“I don’t know what your doing but get your ass down. Let me show you how a real woman dances and makes money. Roxy snapped. “and while your at it, get those guys order and take them their drinks.”
After Mel took the two middle aged me their beers, she took a seat at the bar. She was interested in watching Roxy dance. She was disappointed to see Roxy barely moving her body. She looked like the stage was the last place on earth she wanted to be. She made no effort to take off even the first piece of clothing.
When she came off the stage after two songs she walked over to the bar.
“Wait two songs and then you can dance again” said Roxy. “Those two will drink their beer and be out of here. Don’t waste your time on them.”
The next hour gave Mel time to think about her career choice. Just as she was getting ready to call it quits, two girls showed up. One was a black girl that was a little bit on the thick side. The other girls was a tall thin blond in her early twenties. After disappearing in the back for about 20 minutes, the two girls emerged into the club.
The black girl went over a took up with Roxy and the bar tender. The blond walked over to Mel.
“Your new. My name is Star. How’s it go’in?” offered the girl.
“I guess I’m OK” was Mel’s weak response.
Star sat down with Mel and inquired as to what was wrong. All Mel would say is that she was from a town about 20 miles away and had needed job. She left out the part about Ashley and the plane ride to Atlanta.
Star, being a few years older than the 18 year old Mel, sympathized with her. She had moved from Tampa to Jackson about 6 months ago to be with her boyfriend. She had met him in Tampa at the club where she worked. He was an assistant to the athletic director at Jackson State.
It was good at first and she enjoyed living with him. She thought that she might even be in love. But then he started to bring his friends around to drink and party. At first he wanted her to be their waitress. As the weeks went by he wanted her to wear
clothes that were similar to what she wore while working in the club.
One afternoon during half time of a football game on TV, he had asked her to dance and strip for his friends. She didn’t care for the idea but she wanted to make her man happy. At he end of the game she found he had bet her on the game and had lost. In the end she willingly fucked his friend that had won the bet. She did it to spite him and decided to make arrangements to move out.
She had taken the job at the local club because it was the only job she knew. Compared to where she worked in Tampa, the Jackson club was a shit hole.
Star pointed to a door at the side of the bar that Mel had not really noticed.
“The only way you’ll make any money here is back there.” Star said pointedly.
“What’s back there?” asked Mel.
Star explained in the front, you could make money dancing on stage for tips. You could also do table dances in the bar. During these the law said you could only be topless and the customers could not touch you. But in the back there were loveseats where you could do pretty much what you wanted to. A basic topless dance was $20 and you had to give 1/2 of that to the club. Anything else you did was between you and the customer and you could keep all the money.She explained that most of the girls would dance topless and allow the men to paw them and suck on their tits. Some of the girls would go further but the manager and the law frowned on it. If they got caught, they would usually be fired.
The girls that were inclined to go further were also inclined to “date” their customers at a local motel. They only danced in order to have a safe place to troll for their other activities. Star had her own reasons. She only wanted to get enough money to get out from under her boyfriend and return to Tampa. When she had gone to work in the club he had become more insistent that she entertain and fuck his friends.
She also found that he had started dating another girl.
“If your going to whore and work at that club, you need to do who and what I say around the house. I know guys that will pay to fuck you and you can stay home I could use the extra cash” he suggested.
By 8 PM there were 12 girls working the club. Two were waitresses. A large biker type had taken over as bar tender. The manager, affectionately called “Momma” sat on a bar stool at the end of the bar. Billy had retreated to the DJ booth playing the girls choice of songs. The club had about twenty patrons.
The girls took turns doing their two song sets. Mel, like the others took her top off at the end of the first song and danced topless for the second. She was young and fit with nice C cup boobs. Her ass was tight and on the small side. The men seemed to like her and being the new girl drew some attention. She was asked to give a few table dances but when it came to the back room she got no offers.
Mel wondered why she had not been asked to the back then she overheard Roxy talking to one of the customers.
“Hey baby, you want to go in the back and have some fun.” she said seductively.
Standing topless in front of the customer she reached the elastic waist of her panties. Without a word she slid them down exposing the shaved skin just above the slit of her pussy.
“Come on baby, we can have a better time back there. I’ll make sure you have some fun” she continued her banter.
The guy took the bait and Roxy lead him off by the hand to the back room.
Mel for her part was not ready for that. She was embarrassed enough showing off her tits in a room full of strange men but she had her limits.
At midnight Momma approached Mel to tel her she could go home if she wanted. It had been a long day and was far from what she had expected. None of the other girls had much to do with her other than say “Hi, I’m whoever.”
When Star saw what was happening, she followed Mel to the dressing room.
“Don’t let the first day get you down. Come to work tomorrow and maybe we can talk about you going with me to Tampa. I’m going to need a room mate to share the expenses and I sure don’t need another man in my life at the moment.” explained Star.
“Yeh, I’ll see you tomorrow.” was all Mel said as she turned to leave for the night.
The next day Mel had second thoughts about even going back to work. The previous day had been a far cry from glamorous. In the end she thought she would give it one more day. She decided to go if for no other reason than to talk to Star.
She did not have to be at the club until 7. She picked out some of her own lingerie and heels to wear as outfits. It was Friday night. When she turned into the lot it was already half full. She could hear the sound of the music as she walked across the parking lot.
When she entered the club she found it much different than the day before.
Two girls were on stage dancing. One with and one without a top. A number of girls were table dancing. Out of the door to the back room came Star. She was nude except for the clothes that she used to try to cover herself with as she walked to the dressing room. Mel followed her.
“What happened to you?” said Mel.
Star sat down. “A girl has to make a living.” was all she said.
“I’m not sure I’m going to stay” was Mel’s comeback.
“You have to” said Star. “Your my buddy. We can make a lot tonight. I’ll take you with me in the backroom and I’ll show you how to make this work. We’ll be like Thelma and Louise.”
Didn’t they both die at the end of the movie?“ asked Mel.
“I guess but it was two girls on a hell of a trip being bad asses. That’s us.”
replied Star.
Mel was impressed. She had never met a girl like Star. She had never thought of herself as a bad ass girl. She most certainly had never had someone call her that.
“Yea, Bad Ass Girl, that’s me. I like the sound of it” thought Mel.
And so a partnership of sorts was formed. That night about 9:30 Star pulled Mel to the side.
“I’ve got a cute guy that wants to go in the back with me. Come on. I’ll show you how to make some money with those little tits of yours.” teased Star.
The two girls went across to the other side of the room and gathered up a clean cut 30 year guy and took him to the back room. Pushing him back into a loveseat in the far back corner, the two girls stood in front of him. Star planted a kiss on Mel’s lips. At first she was stunned. She had never been kissed by a girl before.When Star placed a second kiss on Mel’s lips, she didn’t back away. With the third kiss she used her tongue to moisten Mel’s lips.
It felt really good to Mel. Compared to the boys she had dated, Star’s lips were soft and tender. She only used the slightest of pressure rather then the roughness of the boys. This was what kissing was supposed to be like she thought.
Star grabbed her by the sides of her waist and brought Mel close. Mel could feel the warmth of Star’s body. Star kissed her again but this time pushed her tongue into Mel’s mouth and swirled it about ever so slightly. This made Mel’s whole body tingle. The whole time the man they were entertaining sat with his dick getting hard.
Star continued to kiss Mel. She reached between Mel’s boobs and unhooked her bra dropping it on the loveseat. Mel almost forgot that there was a man sitting there watching.
“Here, take mine off for me” whisper Star as she nuzzled Mel’s neck. “Take it off and suck on my nipples.”
Mel, never having done anything like this, was absorbed in the moment. Star had bigger boobs than Mel. They were tipped with puffy nipples that stood out.
Mel thought they even tasted good.
Star pulled away to climb up and straddle her customer. She ground herself against his clothes covered stiff cock. She encouraged him to grab and suck her boobs.
She rose up high enough off his lap to put her bikini covered pussy in his face.
After a little of this she resumed her position on his lap for the duration of the song.
As the song ended she climbed off. Mel had been standing by the side observing.
“That’s how you do it. Climb up on this stud and show him a good time” was
Star’s instructions. “Let him play with those hooters of yours.”
Mel rose up enough to push her chest into his face. When she did, Star unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. As the customer sucked Mel’s tits , Star gave a hand job.
When they were finished, the customer left the backroom with a smile and the girls left with $50 each. That was more money than Mel had made the first night at the club.This was the first time the deadly duo had worked together and this was the first time Mel thought of herself as a real bad ass girl.
Once the word spread, The girls had a steady stream of customers in the backroom.
Even Star was stunned by the amount of money they were making. Mel began to think this might not be all bad. Little work, good money.
Over the next few days Mel and Star spent time together even when not at work.
They made their plans to leave for Tampa in the next few days. The continued to work as a duo at night much to the dislike of the other dancers. They didn’t care.
They had each other and they were “Bad Ass Girls”. Plus, Mel was convinced that they were leaving this dump to work in a real club like Ashley.
Upon arrival in Tampa they went to see Star’s old landlord. Mel was taken back
how excited he was to see them. He explained that he had a duplex just like Star had before she left. Mel started to get concerned when she caught him staring at her.
“He’s an old man and he’s checking me out.” Mel whispered.
“Can I have the same rent I used to”? Star asked the landlord.
“It will only be half with a room mate” he answered. But only if I can fuck her too.”
“What the Hell?” What’s he talking about” yelled Mel.
Grabbing Mel’s arm she pulled her to he side. Over her shoulder she told the landlord.
“We’ll take it.”
Once she had Mel back to the car she told her to calm down. The landlord had lost his wife a few years ago. After about a month the first time she lived there she had made a bargain with him. The rent would be due every two weeks. Instead of giving him money, she would fuck him.
She told Mel not to worry. He was just a lonely old guy. All he wanted to do is go missionary on a naked young girl. He always wore a condom and was very gentle.
Once he came he got dressed and left. It was so much easier than paying rent.
Mel had never even thought of such an arrangement. She was not very worldly but she was also not a virgin. She had learned in just a short period of time to trust Star.
If she thought it was the thing to do, so did Mel. They were the deadly duo. They were Thelma and Louise. And she was a bad ass girl.
The girls quickly moved to get their things into the furnished 2 bedroom apartment.
After getting take out they sat down for dinner. Star was the first one to talk as they they ate.
I’ve been thinking. If you don’t want to fuck the landlord, that’s OK. I’ll fuck the old man and you can pay me your half.”
“No. I’ll do my share. This is just really new to me.” Mel replied.
“You know, there’s another way to look at it. He’s not going to be fucking me. He’s going to have sex with Star. She’s a stripper and an adult entertainer. He’ll never get to screw Priscilla. That’s my real name. My real name is Priscilla. Like Priscilla Presley. I got the name Star at the first club I worked and never stopped.”
She went on to explain it helped her separate what she was doing from the girl that grew up in Ocala. A skinny shy girl from a rural area, she had grown into the person she was today.
“We need to get you a new name, an alias, something special. Like…”
“Mercedes” spoke up Mel. “Isn’t that the car rich women drive?”
“Good bye Mel and and hello Mercedes. Mercedes and Star. No, Star and Mercedes.
It sounds great either way.” said Star as she took a bite of egg roll.
As the night wore on the two girls continued to talk. With no job and limited funds
It was going to be a stay at home night. Star lectured Mel on what she was getting into. She let her know that with not much money they would have to rely on their youth and good looks. They were going to do what they needed to in order to get on their feet. All Mel had to do was trust her and follow her lead.
They decided that tomorrow they would go and apply at the last club Star worked.
It was upscale and had a better clientele. Mel would bet Ashely had performed there.
The girls were in no hurry the next morning to get started. The club would not have anyone there til 2PM. With the time they had, Star prepared Mel for their upcoming interview. She let her know that even with this being a better club, owners and managers were still men. They would be asked to strip. Not just topless but totally nude. That would be the bare minimum of the audition. There might be anything from one manager to a group of men. Star let Mel know that they would want her to spread her legs and show them her pussy and ass.
These guys are professionals. They want to hire girls, not scare them away. To be successful they need to keep a club full of beautiful women. They know me and I will vouch for you.
“ If you can’t do this, you need to tell me now” finished Star.
“No, I can do it. We’ll have jobs by this afternoon” said a confident Mel.
“When you shower, make sure everything is shaved. You can keep your little landing strip but make sure its trimmed. You never know when a little plane or a big rocket might need to make a landing” Star laughed.
When they pulled into the club, Mel could not believe it. It looked more like a fine restaurant than a strip club. It looked like the landscaping from the local bank. The club wasn’t open yet. They were escorted by a doorman to an office in the back of the building. Unlike the club in Jackson this office was large and elegant. There was a sitting area, a large wood executive desk with leather chair and a small dance stage with a stripper pole. The carpet was so plush you sank into it as you walked.
There they met Sid the manager.
“It’s really good to see you again” he said to Star. “And who is your pretty side kick?”
“This is Mercedes. She is just getting started but she is real talented.” replied Star.
“I’m real busy today. I can only give you a few minutes. Take your clothes off.”
Sid said hurriedly.
The girls didn’t hesitate. The had worn loose fitting shorts and tops with no underwear. They were glad they did.
Sid looked them over real quick.
“Star, good as ever honey. Mercedes, cute but I hope you only look innocent. We sell
sex here and business is good.” commented Sid.“You girls will do fine. See both tomorrow at 1. Meet you here in the office.”
To Be Continued Watch for Part 2
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