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The First Time I Fucked For Money
When I made the decision to work in a strip club three years ago, I wasn’t desperate for money, nor was I leaving a bad situation. The truth is I loved the attention.
My stage name is ‘Estrella’ or ‘Star’ for non-Spanish speaking motherfuckers.
The current club I work at is one of the more elite clubs in my city. I can easily make two grand in one night, and that’s when I’m being lazy. My best night at work, I made 12 stacks. Yep, I’m good at what I do.
Initially, I just danced for my customers. But about six months into the job, Tony walked in with his boys. He wasn’t my type. He was a white boy that hung out with niggas. But he smelled good, had swag and spent plenty of money. All the girls knew when he walked in, somebody was about to get paid. That night, he chose me. I had just finished my set when he waved for me to come over. I sauntered over and sat down on his lap.
“What’s good, Mami?” Tony asked with a smile. “You’re new here, huh?”
“Yeah, baby. I have been here for about six months.”
“Oh, word?”
“Yeah. I’m Estrella. What you drinking?” I asked, while licking my lips and running my finger around the rim of his glass.“I’m Tony. Henny and Coke. You want one?”
“Naw, baby. I don’t drink on the job,” I gathered my tits and asked if he wanted a dance instead.“Naw, Ma. I don’t do dances. I am special. You wanna make some extra bread?”
Hell yeah.
“What I gotta do?” I asked.
I knew what it was, but I wanted him to say it. Tony sat up in his chair and whispered in my ear, “Is that pussy as good as you look? I ain’t never had no spicy kitty before.”
I licked his ear and whispered back, “It’s better. Five grand and you can see.”
I pulled $5,000 out of my ass. I didn’t know if he would bite, but it was worth a try. He smiled, touched my dripping kitty and said, “You a hustler. I like that shit. Let’s go, Mami.”
I got up and grabbed his hand. He stood up and pulled me into him. Tony let out a cocky chuckle, and whispered, “I would have given you ten stacks though, baby. You new pussy.”
Touche, nigga. Touche.
We walked to the back of the club where the VIP suites were. When we approached the entrance to the suites, I hugged Barry the bouncer, and slipped three crisp one hundred dollar bills in his hand.
It’s their job to keep us safe, but a little extra insurance ain’t never hurt nobody. In the words of TI, “It ain’t trickin’ if you got it.”
Tony and I made our way to the grand suite with the giant heart-shaped bed and pole. It had a plush sofa with tons of pillows.
This shit was hella sexy.
Tony put my $5K on the table by the door and headed for the sofa. I removed my bra and thong and let both fall to the floor. I sat butt-naked on his lap. My ample bosom lined up with his mouth. I grinded my ass on top of him, and started talking shit.
“What you like Papi?” I started undressing him seductively. He licked my nipples and slowly kissed my lips.
“I wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours. I see she gets wet fast. You look like you taste like mangos.”
Mangos? That’s new.
I giggled and stood up, undid his pants and released his anaconda from captivity.
Diablo. This white boy had a cock on him.
I laid down on the bed, slinking my body down towards his hungry mouth. Tony spread my legs wide and dug into the box.
He tickled my clit with his tongue and kept the pressure in just the right spot. I moaned softly as he pleased my throbbing pussy.
“Ay Dios Mio,” I whispered as he looked into my eyes. He never stopped the light tongue lashing of my pearl.
He chuckled and kept going until I exploded on his mouth. Tony’s meat was rock hard. I needed that dick immediately.
“You ready, Mami?”
“Hell yeah, baby!”
I twerked down on his dick, and he couldn’t contain his excitement.
“God damn, girl,” he yelled as he felt my tight box slide up and down on his package.
My juicy pussy lips enveloped every ounce of that massive snake. Tony was trembling from pleasure. He said between moans, “You earning every penny of that five grand, love.”
You goddamn right. He ain’t coming to see nobody else.
I stayed mindful of the clock. As good as Tony’s dick was, time was fucking money. And there was more money to be made. We switched it up, and he hit it from the back. I wasn’t ready, bitch. Tony slid inside me and pounded out the box.
His balls slapped against my bouncing ass cheeks. I could tell he was within seconds of releasing his man milk. Tony’s stroke quickened and he started murmuring something incoherent. I wanted to get this shit over with so I started talking cash shit in Spanish.
“Asi, Papi. Pega esa crica. Beat that pussy, Papi. Just like that!”
“Oh fuck! Shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna…..”
I jumped up and watched him explode all over the floor. His body convulsed like he hadn’t had pussy– ever. Tony kept saying, “Oh God!”
It was the funniest shit ever. As he got dressed, I grabbed the money from the table and cleaned up. He was waiting for me. I told him he could go. I text Barry to let him know that I was ok. Tony asked for my number. Of course, I declined. You gotta give these niggas some mystery even when you give up the box. He left with his boys. I washed this pussy in the dressing room and changed costumes. That was the first time I fucked a customer for cash. And with my purse being $5K heavier, it wouldn’t be my last.
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