Notes

You: Hi there, I'm Sarah, 19! I wanted to play out something where we are both students at a university earning money at a strip club - you the body guard and me the stripper. And despite the environment we would be pretty shy around each other and develop strong romantic feelings! As for how I look: I have brown shoulder length hair, my eyes and eyebrows are the same as my hair. My skin is really pale but in the summer I have a pink tan line across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I am pretty tall for a girl, at 5'10'' as I play the middle position for my uni volleyball team. My body type is skinny/fit. My legs are the most toned part of me.

The Starter: It's another Friday night at the Midnight Star club. I am in the dressing room getting ready with the other girls. I am wearing a dark purple lace body suit that leaves nothing to the imagination, leaving my ass bare and my nipples poke through the lace. I am in knee high fishnet tights and in platform heels. I am currently adjusting my make up and hair, pulling my hair up into a high ponytail. You are in the room, watching over all the girls. Ashley comes up to me and spanks my ass laughing "Girl! You are going to get some serious cash with that outfit". I laugh shyly and spank her back. We are always cheerful before a dance, keeping the mood high and positive.

(Please continue after introducing yourself with an age, name and description!)

Stranger: Yo, reading

You: ty

Stranger: Ooo interesting premise

Stranger: Welp, I’m Ryan. I’m 6’5 and well built in the shoulders. I have messy brown hair and green grey eyes. My face is fairly soft with a decent jawline. My legs are fairly long too, and I’m pretty pale

Stranger: Anything else?

You: Why welp haha

Stranger: Oh right and I’m 19

Stranger: Eh just the mood I’m in at the moment

Stranger: A welp kind of mood

You: Hmm, not sure what I supposed to do with that lol

You: *I am

Stranger: Whatcha mean?

Stranger: I’ll write the continuation now if that’s what you meant

You: alright :)

Stranger: The job was never really as bad as I thought it would be. Put on a big act at the door and most people got the message. I only had to lick a dozen people out over 6 months and barely 2 of them put up a fight. Now, though, I’m hovering outside the changing rooms before the place opens. I scan over everyone, but my eyes linger on you for much longer. I clear my throat a little as the team leader teases you. I’d be lying if I wasn’t jealous. “Ahem, 5 minutes Ashley,” I remind her

You: I put in the last bobby pin into my ponytail to make sure my hair is flawlessly up and out of the way and then I run up to you. I push you a little with my hip, "Hey stranger" I blush, happy to see you tonight. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to dance. "I have a private booking after, can you make sure your pager is loud?" I seem a bit more worried today than usual. I am a popular request, I will perform privately for clients but always follow all the rules and never have direct intimacy with them. In the private room there is a panic button for the strippers to press discretely and the body guard gets it sent to their pager device on their belt. I step on the stage and the second the light touches my body, I am an entirely different person. I hype up the crowd of mostly rich business men and start spinning on the pole to the music

Stranger: I smile and step to the side, letting you past, before quickly checking my suit in one of the many changing room mirrors. “Stranger? After all we’ve been through?” I laugh to myself before nodding and turning back to you. I slap my hip. “Right here. One doot on the horn and I’ll be there in 15 seconds flat,” I assure you before watching you turn and leave, my eyes greedily looking up and down your body one last time before going out on essentially a patrol. I check the storerooms, make sure the front is okay, before finally stopping at the door to your theater. I can hear the music, but can’t go in.

You: After performing the dance for the entire club I gather my money and have a few minutes to fix up my make up again before I go to the private showing . The private booking is for a bachelor's party, they seem all incredibly problematic. One thing that I didn't know what that the club owner was part of this, he is one of the groomsmen. I am extremely nervous, dancing on the grooms lap, being careful to not actually put any of my weight on him. For now everything seemed up to code. The men beg me to strip more for more money. I feel the pressure to please them, especially when the owner, Tom, nods at me. I keep dancing at the pole anxiously (feel free to play them)

You: *is that the club)

Stranger: While you’re performing your private show, I got called to the front door to help with a couple of rowdy drunks.

Stranger: (I will play them sure)

You: (especially the power dynamic can be explored)

Stranger: It was a fairly rare occasion that I got to interact with one of my own girls. Protocol and all that. Got to keep up a good look for the company’s image. Tonight, however, I get to see my favourite dancer up close and very personal. I nod to you and mouth, “It’s okay.” I knew the rest of them fine enough. Besides, less clothes means more money and I’m sure they won’t get any funny ideas. I even make a show of throwing you a hundred, even though most of that will come back to me. “Come on boys, pay the girl for her service and I’m sure you’ll get what you want.”

Stranger: (How’s that?)

You: (Great! I have to go for a few minutes)

You: (like 5 brb!!)

Stranger: (Oh sure)

You: (Is your second reply from the point of view of the owner?)

Stranger: (Yup. And welcome back)

You: I stand there in utter shock, they way he implies for me to do certain things. I gingerly slide the straps off of my shoulders, exposing my breasts. Someone makes me sit on the grooms lap again and I feel hands all over my body. I stare at Tom, whispering "I can't.. I can't do this" my body freezes

Stranger: I join in with the party’s cheers as you slide what little you had left off. “Haha! Now that’s service!” I shout, again to the cheers of everyone else. I then sit down next to the groom and whisper something in his ear. He takes his hands away from you and I pull you to the side. I press my lips close against your ear. “Tell you what kid, I like you a lot. But he’s also a good friend of mine, and more importantly, comes here often. So, you do whatever he asks, make sure he comes back, and I’ll cut ya ten percent more than usual, huh? You’re doing swell, kid,” I say, turning you around and slapping your ass to get you moving back toward the groom

You: I shake as I am being pulled back and manhandled again, I feel his bulge against the very fin fabric of my panties, cringing and squirming. I look back at Tom and feel I have no choice. I kiss the groom, trying to turn off my mind. I think about pressing the button under the seat but then I would be out of a job. "Your pants stay on" I instruct, kissing the grooms neck, wanting to get control back