1. The Choice


    Date: 10/17/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: MaxwellSpanx2015, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    interview. I wore a tight fitting ivory sleeveless blouse and a short black pencil skirt. Every girl likes heels and I’m no exception, I stood tall and proud on my six inch black stilettos. I knew this was the quickest way of earning money. It might sound arrogant, but I knew I was more than just a head turner. Men craved me. So I was more than confident about being a stripping success. The club is situated on the edge of a tech park. Probably far enough from the city centre to avoid generating headaches for the city council, but close enough to attract the clientele who had wallets fat enough to keep the revenue flowing in. The low sun cast long shadows across the car park. Despite my earlier confidence my heart began to flutter as we stepped up the concrete steps towards the double glass doors. Stepping through the open glass doors, the club was empty. A tinny echo of a radio played music from the sixties. Only two middle aged women dressed in scrubs busied themselves with a mop and bucket. On the stage was a mountain of bin bags filled with empty plastic bottles and glasses. I held Toby’s hand as he led me through a side door and followed him up a narrow staircase. Toby stopped and knocked on a heavy secured door. Mickael’s asked us to wait. Hearing his think Eastern European voice set off my nerves. I squeezed Toby’s fingers and stared into his brown eyes. “Are you coming in with me?” “Do you want me too?” “Yes... But then again it’s not professional.” “You’re right.” ...
    “After all, I’m a big girl now.” “I’ll be right outside. The blinds are open and I can see what’s going on in there.” “That’s good.” “I promise not to wank if you have to strip.” “You think...” Right, it might sound daft seeing as I’m at an interview to be a stripper. But I just thought he would take one look at me and make me sign the dotted line. “Crap.” Suddenly the door opened, and there stood the muscle bound, bald headed brute. I loathed Mickael... but he was the only man who could save us from our financial cliff. “Mickael, how lovely to see you again.” “Deena... As gorgeous as ever. I see you have come dressed for the occasion, with your lovely long legs out for everyone to see.” “Thank you.” The fact he was already ogling my figure repulsed me. “I find your charm most flattering.” Mickael wore a grin as he nodded at Toby. “You’re a lucky bastard.” “I know.” “See you in a half an hour, Toby.” My heart fluttered and I felt my skin clamed up. I glanced at Toby with desperate eye, before stepping into Mickael’s office. The office was softly lit and the walls were painted in maroon. Large paintings of exotic vistas hung in simple frames that were subtitled with motivational phrases. Mickael gestured for me to sit on the two seater leather couch. He sat behind his neatly kept desk which seemed far too organised for a man of his apparent background. Leaning forward from his chair he smiled, showing a gold tooth, no doubt the result of some backstreet brawl. He stared at me as ...
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