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: I’m reading!

You: Thanks

Stranger: (I’m Zach, 22! I’m 6’3 with medium length fluffy brown hair and dark grey eyes. I work out often and I swim, so I’m very fit, but nothing over the top. I’m a bit intimidating, but that’s just from my height and a killer glare that I have. I’m clean shaven, I have a sharp jawline, and I’ve been told I have a great smile. Anything else you’d like to know?)

You: (That's great, please continue :))

Stranger: I can’t believe I signed up for this job. I’m a big nerd and semi socially awkward, yet my friends convinced me to apply for this position. Luckily enough I got it and it’s been two weeks now and I still haven’t gotten laid “from all the sexy sluts there” yet. I sighed a little as I stood at the entrance of the room, focusing more on who comes and leaves and how to get rid of my boner. I hear a smack and I look and over at your two, trying to keep a straight face. (I’m dressed in a tight black t shirt, black cargo pants, I have an earpiece in my ear, and dark brown hiking boots.)

Stranger: (Did you get that?)

You: (Yes!)

Stranger: (Just making sure xD)

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 don’t budge as you playfully bump into me, a slight smirk coming across my face as you do so. “Preparing for the worst again today?” I ask back, reaching turn and turning it up two notches for you. I close the door behind you as your were the last one, checking you out a little as I follow the line of cute women. I take a slightly different course, walking around to the front of the stage and standing off to the side, ready to tackle anyone if they to get up and join you ladies.

Stranger: (Reaching down**)

You: "Pretty much" I sigh as I head out. 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 was that the club owner was part of this, he is one of the groomsmen.

Tom comes up to you just after I enter the room and more groomsmen follow "Make sure no one else goes in" He grins and hands you a hundred dollar bill before entering the room himself.

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/explore the power dynamic)

Stranger: I pick up a few bills that fell of the stage, handing them back up to you ladies as you gather them all up. I nod to the right as I make eye contact with you, leading you to the room with the private show. “Yes side, thank you sir.” I respond to the manager, slipping the bill into my shoe. I stand by the doorway, hands neatly crossed over my belt, waiting for something to happen, not that I hope it would. (I’m on my phone and I don’t do spaces, I’m going to do a set of brackets.) [] The groom puts his hands up behind his head, a sheepish grin on his face as he was pressured to do this. Nonetheless, he’s fully hard below you, soft groans leaving his lips as you dance upon his lap. “Coms on cutie! 30 bucks and the top comes off!” Another man raises his voice, waving three tens in the air. “Let your hair down!!” Another one shouts and they all seem to slide a little closer to you, nothing within arms reach just yet. “You’re amazing Sarah…” the groom mutters, gulping a little. “My-my fiancé has the same name…”

You: I stand there in utter shock, they way Tom 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 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: The men cheer as your reach up and slip off the straps, your beautiful breasts falling out into the open. Almost immediately one of the men grab onto your waist, pulling you off of the groom and onto his lap. Non-consensual touching is a big no no but Tom but his hands up to stop you from reaching for the button. He changed to rules to as long as no cocks come out, you’re fair game. He nods encouragingly to you as the first set of hands close around your chest, squeezing them gingerly at first before they get a little rougher.

You: It's not long until I am fully nude, being passed around lap to lap, humiliated as they bounce me on their laps laughing, pretending that I am riding them. I squirm now trying to get up us I see one of the groomsmen unzip his fly and I get up immediately, terrified. I feel sick to my stomach

Stranger: After more begging and more money thrown down on the table you’ve been stripped naked, getting passed around like a doll. The current guy you’re riding as his hands on your waist, literally dragging you up and down his bulge, rubbing his fly against your crotch. “Ahhh Sarah… you’re amazing…” he mutters, his right hand moving up your side, clutching your right tit and squeezing it hard. “What do you think? I’m quiet big you know… I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you tell me how you feel about my cock.” He whispers into your ear, bucking his hips up into you. Tom wasn’t looking when the guy on your right unzips his fly, grabbing hold of your hand and forcing it into his pants, making your feel his bare, hard cock. “Don’t resist missy, come on, give me a squeeze.” He requests in the most stern voice you’ve ever heard, tossing a wad of ones on the table. Tom steps out of the room for a moment. [] I raise my eyebrows as he steps out, leaning against the other side of the doorway. “This job is tough.” He sighs, shaking his head. “How so, sir?” I ask, humoring him. “Big men with big money call me all the time. Each time I tell them I run a club and not a brothel… and each time the bribe increases… and each time I don’t give in, I don’t want to hurt my girls…” he leads on and I frown, looking at him quizzically, not putting thing together just yet.

You: "Tom?" I search for him, looking around and trying to get up, wincing in pain. He seemed to have disappeared, I panic as I realize I am all alone, no one here will care about what happens to me. The next time I get up my right cheek is met with a harsh, disorienting slap. My head spins as I regain composure. I manage to stand but my knees buckle as someone pushes my shoulders down. I am only in my platform heels, which are near impossible to walk in. My chest hurts as I try to get up again, only to see face first that there is man jerking himself off to me, his cock pointed at my tits

Stranger: It was just a matter of seconds after Tom stepped out that every cock was whipped out besides the groom. He remained seated, not wanting to cheat on his fiancée. The man you were just riding was the one who pushed you down, his strong hands on your shoulders. Another man stands besides you, jerking himself off quickly, having edged himself this entire time, that with your glance he came, shooting out a big load of white, sticky cum all over your tits and side. “Ahh fuck…” he moaned, taking a step back as the first seed was spilled. “Thank you Sarah…” he adds. You suddenly feel something long and hard press up against your folds, instantly recognizing it as a cock. “Come on, hold her down James.” You hear as the tip of the cock moves up and down, just starting to press up against your slit. [] My eyes widen as I finally get what Tok was saying. “You’re whoring out Sarah!” I raise my voice and he puts a finger to his lips. “Shhhh Zach, don’t alert them. Yes I am, for 50 million. The deal was that until I leave the room no cocks come out…. You’re free to enter.” He says, having successfully stalled me for two minutes. I flip open the curtain and in my loudest, military voice I could muster: “EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!!” Tom shakes his head as he walks off, not wanting to even know the sight that I was greeted with.

You: They made me drink their whiskey, preparing me for what they thought would be hours of play. I always thought that I was strong, that I would be able to fight back in any situation but here, in the moment I am hopeless. I reach many times under the seat trying to press the button, I think I press it but I can't be sure. A tie is stuffed in my mouth as I try to say something against the treatment of my body, they have grown tired of my protesting. I stopped crying at some point, my mind blacked out from shock. I am thrown on the ground when you walk in and the guys seem frustrated when you interrupt them

Stranger: I don’t know what happened in the room, but I clearly saw a man pull out of you as I yelled a them. A brief tussle ensued and I ended up punching two of them and kicking another in the groin. They all shuffle out and end up running out of the room, pants at their ankles. I walk over to you, gently placing my hand on your upper back. “Sarah it’s me, they’re gone now…” I whisper quietly, not wanting to alarm you even further. I untie the tie-gag, tossing it aside. I look around and I didn’t find anything suitable so I ended up taking off my shirt and toss it to you. “Put this on, I’ll take you back to the dressing room- No you want to go home don’t you?” I ask, standing up and looking around for any wallets or any form of identification left behind.

You: I am shell shocked. The soreness in between my legs is becoming more and more pressing. I put my hand there feeling cum leaking out. I can't even look up at your eyes. I have goosebumps all over my body and my face is very pale. There are grip marks all over my body and bruises on my shoulders, hips and ass. I flinch from your touch, having a hard time cooping with it all. My hands hold your shirt in my lap, I can't bring myself to put it on. "I'm okay" I finally say to you, I obviously don't mean it

Stranger: I fish out a wallet from between the cushions, straightening up and pocketing it. “No you’re not, it’s easy to tell.” I say as I walk over, sitting down next to you. “Come on, help me out here.” I say as I take back my shirt and dress you. I give the room another once over, sighing heavily before turning back to you. “Can you walk?” I ask, looking your body over and noting all the marks and bruising you have, when not even an hour ago your body was flawless up on stage. “I don’t care, come on.” I say as I scoop you right up, carrying you like a princess and take you back to the dressing room.

You: Evelyn was in the dressing room getting ready. When she saw you bringing me in she instantly leaves. This isn't the first time something like this happened and the girls knew. I stay very quiet and timid when you put me down on the edge of a couch. I slowly undo the laces on my heels, wincing from the pain all over. I hyper focus on the task, trying to stay as calm as possible.

Stranger: “Thank you.” I say as she leaves instantly. I set out down on the couch, heading over to your bag and opening it up, finding a spare change of clothes. I walk back over to you, setting down your hoodie and sweatpants next to you. “Here.” I say as I finish up with your heels, grabbing hold of the pants and helping you out then on. “Where do you live?” I ask innocently, now helping you with the hoodie. “I promise I won’t be creepy with your address.” I promise, reaching down and fixing your hair a little, brushing it out of your face.

You: "I can't go home.. I live in the student dorms, I don't want my roommates to find out I do this" I stare at my knees, now hugging myself in the comfier clothing. I feel disgusting, cum still on my body. "I always come back in the mornings so they think I am with a guy". I bite my tongue, trying to think straight but unable to gather my thoughts. I almost start crying but hold it back

Stranger: I sigh, putting a hand to my mouth as I think about what to do. “Would my place me okay? My roommate should be out with his girlfriend…” I offer, pursing my lips as I could tell you’re on the verge of tears, but I can tell that the last thing you need is a man’s touch. “Alright, come on we’ll go to my place. You can shower, freshen up and then I’ll take you back to your dorm. How does that sound?” I speak as I head back to your little area, fetching your phone and bag.

You: "Oh- okay" I am extremely vulnerable, at this point just submissive to whatever you tell me to do. I pull on my sneakers and hold my things in my lap. I cringe when I get up, feeling what happened to me. I find it disturbing how I am just expected to recover after such an event. I look disoriented. I watch your hands as you open the back door for me

Stranger: I guide you by your back, ushering you like I would an elderly woman. “Just this way.” I say as I lead you of back to the employee parking lot, opening the door of my car for you. After you get in and get around and enter myself, taking you back to my place, which is coincidentally the apartment building directly across from your campus. I park the car and I get out, helping you to your feet once more. I was going to ask you feel any better but I stop myself, assuming you still feel like shit.

You: I am shell shocked. When you close the car door I flinch from the sound. I still taste whiskey on my tongue. I walk alongside you, watching my feet. I focus on putting one foot in front of the other and suddenly we are at your door. I am hesitant to walk in when you invite me. "Will you still have a job tomorrow?" I ask quietly, wondering if Tom will be mad at you for leaving early