I feel my days as a stripper had a lot to do in moulding me into the person I am today. I was pretty naive before I started and had too much trust in people, which led to me losing out on a lot of money and I did get myself into some difficult situations… Luckily I’m naturally street wise and had a few good people around me but I’ve seen the industry tear girls apart, most are from broken homes and don’t know what else to do but there are a good few like myself who are educated and sane of mind yet just love showing off their body. Like most careers, you have to start from the bottom and work your way up, you can’t just stroll into Stringfellows, drop your pants and expect to earn 5k a night! Reds wasn’t very pretty, and neither were most of the girls working here. Your shoes stuck to the carpet, the main pole was wiped down between girls with a stained beer mat and it was dark, dingy and the toilets constantly overflowed and left a sour taste in your mouth. Every girl has worked in a few dives and I’m no exception. It was in this hell hole that I made friends for life and met Jimmy, who is still one of my clients to this day.
Jimmy was the alpha male, a strong, silent type that every girl wanted to get to know. Far from the usual clientele he was young, handsome and incredibly charming. He owned a famous boxing gym not far from the club and was well known to the owners and anyone who was worth knowing on the Soho circuit. I hadn’t been working there long before I had heard whispers of his name like he was a celebrity, not one to be involved with an ego I assumed he would be like the other famous guys we’d had in. They come in, think they can do whatever they want to us and make it all OK by throwing money in our faces but sadly in this deadbeat establishment that behaviour was often entertained most of the girls working here. Whilst I was here for the money, of course, I wouldn’t sell myself short for an extra £50 note and no way was I going to let a guy treat me in a way I didn’t feel comfortable. Whilst Reds overall was a little rough around the edges the door staff were good guys and they always kept an eye on us, I always felt safe and the girls knew not to involve me in any of their backstage activities…
I was working the Thursday shift which was usually pretty wild, we were over capacity and performing private dances left, right and centre. There was one curtained off section just past the main stage, a big open room which held 4 sofa’s and poles in and then a small, intimate room for just straight 1 on 1’s which was where the girls made most of their money. £25 for a lap dance or a few hundred for something which was off the menu? The owner turned a blind eye to whatever happened in that room, it was like an unwritten rule that if a girl takes a guy in there they must be left alone and nothing shall be spoken about it. Even as I got friendly with the other girls and had seen them go in there, it was never spoken about and before I became as escort the idea of being paid to perform a sexual act felt below me… Watch me strip naked and put my vagina inches from your face, but pay me to suck you off? What do you think I am! Ridiculous, eh?
I had just finished my usual routine on the pole, I really let loose on that thing and as I bent down to pick up my underwear I noticed a small crowd of guys had slipped into one of the big tables and were beckoning me over. They were all tall, well built and absolutely gorgeous. I slipped my thong back on and was just fastening my bra as one of the guys offered me his seat and flashed me a huge smile, his gold tooth glinting in the tacky lighting. One of them really stood out, he was covered in tattoo’s and had the most beautiful face I’ld ever seen. His smooth, brown skin, hazelnut eyes and toned body drew my body towards him like a magnet. He looked me dead in the eye but didn’t say a word, he seemed distant and was happy to talk amongst his friends but didn’t seem too interested in the girls. We ordered drinks and they told me about a fight they had just been to, in which one of the guys won so they were in great spirits. We were having a great time, and as 2 other girls joined us I noticed they were fawning over one guy in particular… Jimmy. He didn’t seem interested in them but he kept looking at me, I couldn’t work him out. He seemed friendly enough but didn’t seem like he was enjoying himself and I wasn’t earning enough to deal with some local celebrity who thought he was too good to pay to see a little pussy.
As the other guys were being led off to the private rooms I found myself with Jimmy alone, he was tapping away at his phone and really didn’t look like he wanted to be there. I pulled my chair closer and out of politeness I introduced myself, fully expecting him to brush me off so I could continue with my night.
‘So you’re the famous boxing club guy, Jimmy right? You look pretty busy so I’ll leave you alone but if you need anything you just let me know… I’m Kat, by the way.’
‘Don’t go anywhere. Why do you think I made them clowns go off with them chicks, I wanted to get you alone but didn’t want to make it obvious. I have business with the owner here and I don’t usually waste my time with the girls but you seem different. Why are you here? You’re too good for this place.’
He was stern and straight to the point. There was something very alluring about his voice, and teamed with his beautiful face I pretty much melted right there and then. That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.
‘Oh so you do talk then?’
I bit my lip and smiled at him, he laughed and leant back in his chair and looked me up and down before running his finger over the rim of his drink and looking at me like he was seeing straight into my soul.
‘I talk, but only to those worth talking to so consider yourself lucky Miss. Actually, you know what? I want to have a good night, how about you take me to one of them rooms and we can have a proper conversation without all these eyes on us.’
I didn’t notice as I was too busy staring at him, in all his perfection… But it was true, all the other girls were gawping at us. If looks could kill, I would be a dead woman.
As I said it was a busy night, the other rooms looked pretty busy and if I was going to be bad… I was going to be really bad. This guy had me weak at the knees with just one look and I didn’t want to just dance for him. I wanted him all over me, inside me. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to see if he tasted as good as he looked and there was no way I was letting him leave without finding out. I stood up, my long hair fell in front of my breasts as I leant over him and whispered in his ear that I couldn’t wait to be alone with him. He smelt so, so good. I took his hand and led him through the club to the small, intimate room and could physically feel everyone looking at us. My heels had us at near enough the same height and as he gently rested his hand on the small of my back I felt safe, secure and couldn’t wait to feel that hand all over my body.
I led him inside and he took a seat on the big, red leather chair inside. I dropped back the curtain and it felt like I had shut the world out. It was just me and him, and he had me acting so out of character I wasn’t quite sure what had come over me but all I knew was at that moment in time I needed him inside me. The urge was growling at me and every time he looked at me I felt my underwear becoming more and more useless, they were just a sticky clump of cotton by now… Conversation was the last thing on my mind, all I wanted to do was feel him inside me but as he sat back in his chair and undressed me with his eyes it was obvious he wanted a show, and I was more than happy to show him what I could do…
I began moving my hips to the music, my hands skimmed my body and my hair danced down my back as I locked eyes with his and let out a soft murmur. There was nowhere else in the world I would rather have been, he made me feel so sexy and the chemistry between us hung in the air like a silent spell. My body throbbed in rhythm to the beat of the track playing in the background and as I bent over in front of him and hooked my underwear off with my heel I heard Jimmy gently laugh and the inviting sound of his belt buckle being undone. I flicked my hair back and turned to face him, fully aware of how good my naked body looked under the soft lighting, gently glazed with sweat, desire and the raw penetration of his eyes. I sauntered over to him wearing just my heels and a smile. I licked my middle and fore fingers before rolling my nipples through them, my face aligned with his and our body language in perfect harmony. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he sunk deeper into the chair, his hands behind his head I kneeled beside him, my full breasts tantalisingly close to his face as my nipples playfully grazed his lips as I continued to dance for him. My naked skin grinded into his firm, eager body as the tension fizzled in the air and I could feel every fibre of him wanting me. I knew this was wrong but I couldn’t help myself, I was lost in him and I wanted to make every second count. As his looked up at me his mouth fell open and I couldn’t resists placing my lips onto his. He murmured softly into my mouth as I placed his hands on the curve of my hips and swirled my soaking wet pussy onto the growing bulge beneath me. He let out a sigh and broke away from my kiss, closing his eyes shut tight as I sat back and looked up at him through my eyelashes. I knew this was wrong but my desire for him has grown too raw top stop now, I had to have him inside me and as I delicately pushed his hand towards my pussy I knew he was under my spell.
The touch of his cool hand against my skin sent an electric shiver through my body and I couldn’t hep but gasp as he ran his fingertips across my slick opening. I placed my hand over his and guided his fingers inside me, I was so wet they just slid straight in as as I quickly positioned my feet either side of him and leant back so he could see exactly what he was doing to me. I could feel my pussy already contracting in pleasure, his hands were so big, so manly and he knew really knew how to get a woman going. I gently bounced in time to the music as his fingers got to work on getting me off and I could feel my juices running down my thigh as he teased my clit with his thumb. He was so good at this, too good. I reached for his free hand and brought it to my lips, looking him dead in the eye as I sucked gently on his first two fingers. I could feel myself about to cum, but I didn’t want him to get the best of me yet. I wanted his cock, I wanted it so badly but was still feeling a lil timid as to how far I could take this. Without warning he grabbed me by the throat and pulled my face onto his as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. His kissed me with such hunger I thought I was going to explode and the feel of his huge hands around my neck were such a turn on, I felt powerless to him and I was willing to let him do absolutely anything to me at that moment.
‘Oh God Jimmy… Mmmm… I want you to….’
‘You’ll do what I say. Now undo my fucking belt.’
His entire demeanor changed in a split second and my whole body felt like a soaking wet mess. If he was to touch my pussy again I would cum instantly, I was so hot for him and he knew it. I fumbled to get his belt off but he pushed my hand out the way and pulled his cock out in seconds, he was a good 9 inches and rock hard. It felt even dirtier that he had kept his clothes on and just whipped it out like that, I felt like such a slut but I was loving every minute of it, especially the way he was being so rough with me. When I’m on top I like to start off slow, tease the tip in and out a few times before slowly sinking myself fully onto the shaft but not today… He put both of his hands under my ass and brought me down onto his huge erection and with his hands on my hips he fucked me so hard I thought he was going to tear through my stomach. His body was like a machine and I was just a rag doll being used for his pleasure, over and over he pushed himself deeper inside me and before I could catch my breath my body began to tremble uncontrollably as an intense orgasm ripped through me as I bit hard into his shoulder to avoid screaming out loud. He kept fucking me hard, my body so petite under his huge frame there was nothing I could do but fuck back onto him, his huge cock felt like he was ripping me apart. He was now lifting me up with every stroke so I could feel the full length of him and he was really getting off on his power over me. Every time he slammed me back down onto him I felt his balls slap against my ass with the force as I could feel the pleasure bubbling up inside me again. He sucked hard on my nipple as he continued to fuck me with force and my body became limp in his arms as I peaked at another climax. He pushed himself deep inside me and rocked my hips gently to ease the last tremor of my orgasm out of my body, my face buried in his chest as I felt my legs spasm beneath me. His cock felt like it was as thick as it was long and as he lifted me off him I felt like there was part of me missing. He put me on my knees and his cock looked beautiful glistening in the soft lightening, coated in my orgasm. I took his whole length in my mouth and savoured the taste of myself over him. He placed his hands over my head and fucked my face gently, sweeping my hair off my face as I took him deep into my throat and devoured every last drop of his delicious cum. I sat back on my knees to try and pull myself together, my body felt like it had been hit by a train and my pussy was still twitching with soft little waves of pleasure.
He helped me to my feet and kissed my forehead as he placed a fistful of £50 notes in my hands, he whispered in my ear that we must never speak of this but he would love to see me again…