My name is Jake Morris, I'm a 23 year old stripper. You are probably asking, did I just say stripper? Yeah, you heard that right, I am a male stripper at an exclusive women only club. I'm one of 7 strippers hired to entertain women at this club.
Growing up life had been tough. I came from a poor family. Attending government school, no money for college and barely finding a job. That's when my rich Aunt offered me a one at her exclusive only women club.
"You are handsome, and you've got an athletic build that can make any female drool,"she had said.
I knew what she was asking of me. Most people in our family had distanced themselves from her because of her line of work. They said she brought shame to the Hunt name. But for me life was tough and I was approaching 30 fast. No job, no house and most importantly, zero bitches. I could die at any moment. Carless and bitchless. After two long days of thinking, I had accepted. I had decided to sell my soul to her.
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Like most strippers I always worked the night shift. I got off the bus and started walking towards an infamous street. It wasn't infamous because of thugs, criminals or murder cases. This was where horny men came to shower their pay on pussy.
I heard muffled sounds from an alley which I was taking. The two figures near the wall came into full view.
"Oh yes come on, fuck me like a man. Fuck harder!!" the woman said, her breasts spilling out from her small dress and bouncing rhythmically as the man pounded her hard from the back.
I passed them and walked deep into the alley. More women with men who were obviously negotiating. With inflation high, pussy had also gone up. Short time had been sixty dollars but now it had gone all the way to seventy ninety nine. A disappointment to all the men that bought pussy, but because they were horny, they payed anyway. I wasn't part of them, I had my reasons for being here.
I studied the girls and women before me. They were all in high heels, short skirts or tight see through dresses, their perfumes clashing like an art exhibition competition. These prostitutes fought a lot too. The older whores blamed the younger and fresher ones for stealing their clients.
"Hey darling looking for some action,"An old whore said coming closer to me. She opened her coat wide open showing me disgusting, huge slumped breasts. She only wore a thong revealing her very not nice thighs.
I looked away quickly and kept searching.
"You will be surprised what an old Milf like me can do for ya. You want a discount sweetheart? I can give you a discount. You can get a taste of D-Rider's pussy for Sixty nine."
Ofcourse, D-Rider was her sex work name.
"That's like a dollar off?"I told her, trying by all means not to look at her.
"A dollar is a lot of money honey. It can buy you plenty cigarettes."The old hag said, showing crooked teeth.
"I'm not interested in buying old pussy. Scoosh,"I muttered, not slowing down.
She began cursing but I paid her no mind.
Her eyes flicked to me. She wore her usual outfit. Same as yesterday, or the day before that. A pink lace clung tightly to her chest, her heavily attractive breasts pushing out against the fabric. She wore an untied silk robe that showed her smooth skin. I could see her thighs and the curve of her butt which was visible when she shifted. In this part of the street she looked like a goddamn model from a Victoria's Secret magazine.
I walked towards her. She flashed me a smile as soon as she saw me. The way her lips parted reminded me why I was so attracted to her. They were big and glossed just right, a reminder of wonders they could work for a man's cock.
"Back like you never left huh?"She purred. I had been here yesterday, and the day before that. In fact I'd been coming here for almost two months now, same time everyday.
"You must have cast a spell on me. I choose you every time I come here."I said, my eyes never leaving her lips.
She took out a handful of condoms from her robe.
"There's no need for those baby girl," I said, my voice filled with lust.
"Same as yesterday then?"She sighed.
"Absolutely. Is the price still the same?"
"Just went up. Twenty ninety nine for a blowjob,"she said with a smile flashing perfect white teeth.
"That's fair,"I said pulling out the notes from my pockets and handed them to her. She counted them them slid them inside her robe pocket.
Tracey was one of the most expensive whores in this street. Not to me, of course, I made well above five hundred bucks a night and above a thousand on lucky nights at the club. She charged ten dollars for a short time, though her price would be maybe fourteen bucks tonight. But I never paid for pussy. I just wanted her amazing mouth.
"You never ask for my pussy, it's always blowjobs. Don't you want to know what pussy tastes like----Jake?"Tracey said applying more lip gloss.
"Nuh, I'm good. Just suck it like always."
She sighed again then got down on her knees.