Want to hear how far I went for a job?

It all started a few weeks ago when my friend Lynn got a job at a Dallas strip club—a bit of a drive from our neighborhood in Richardson, Texas. Up until then, we were both waitresses at the Olive Garden making about $300 a week. We had gotten to be good buddies going out after work and getting sloshed, hooking up with guys and sharing the details. I couldn’t believe she started stripping. Don’t get me wrong—she’s hot and all, but I guess I always thought of us as sort of good girls. I couldn’t believe she was flaunting her body for all of those men.

Then, she told me that she made $800 in one week. Plus, her pay was all cash. The government couldn’t get their greedy paws on it. I had a kid I was taking care of. Hell, I could collect assistance on the side with a job like that! Uncle Sam would be none the wiser. Lynn explained that $800 was nothing special for a week on her job.

“You’re pretty hot,” she told me. You should try to get a job stripping.
At first, I balked at Lynn. There was no way I could climb up on a stage and shake my nakedness for strangers. But as I realized how hard I was working to make just half of what Lynn made, as I dealt with every annoying customer with a fake smile on my face, I began to change my mind about stripping. I decided easy money may just be for me.

Without telling Lynn, I called the club and inquired about employment. They told me they were doing auditions on Sunday at noon. I showed up early to fill out the application. There were half a dozen chicks gathered in the club entrance and I began to get nervous. Some of the girls were way hotter than me. I began to get self-conscious about my curves. Some of the girls were fugly. I figured I fell in the middle on the hotness scale. And I did know how to dance, so I figured that would help me catch the eye of whoever was making the decisions.

For my audition, I got up on the stage and began to dance to a throbbing rap song. I had danced a few times for my baby’s daddy and he seemed to like my moves, so I was pretty confident. I pretended the pole in the center of the stage was a giant cock, and I danced in honor of its largesse. I bumped and grinded into the imaginary shaft. After a while, I forgot I was auditioning because I was enjoying the act of dancing for men. I couldn’t make out their faces, but I saw them sitting at a table several feet from the stage. I could smell their cigarette smoke drifting up to the stage. I wondered how this place was when horny guys filled it. I grabbed the pole and leaned back to show the men how flexible I was despite my curvy frame.

After my performance, I felt pretty good about getting the job. The other girls complimented me on my moves and the bartender offered me a complimentary drink. It felt weird to be spoiling myself with a mixer in the middle of the day, but shit, I figured. I deserved it. And if I was going to be making this kind of money, why shouldn’t I enjoy an afternoon drink?

When the judges gave me my results, I was surprised at how legit they appeared. Two boring white guys in suits sat in a booth. They had my completed application in front of them. A hot black guy dressed in casual clothes sat with them. He eyed up my giant tits as they tried their hardest to bust out of my tank top. I was looking at his bulging muscles when one of the white guys spoke.

“I’m sorry,” the guy in the middle said, “but you didn’t make the cut.”

Shocked, I couldn’t help asking what the problem was.

“You need to lose twenty pounds and work on your moves,” he said without the least bit of compassion. He obviously didn’t care about letting me down easy.

As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice that the black guy was still considering my buxom curves. He kept eyeing up my tits. When I stood up and turned around, I looked back and noticed his eyes on my round ass. Black dudes were always into me.

I knew I wasn’t as skinny as I used to be, but twenty pounds seemed harsh. I finished my drink and went out to my car. Then I went home and realized that I’d have to go back to my shitty underpaying job in the morning, and I began to cry.

I was in self-pity mode when Lynn stopped by looking all good. She had a fresh manicure and her perfectly pedicured toes stuck out of a new pair of heels. Her hot body was all wrapped up in a tight pair of designer jeans and a slutty tank top that barely covered her enormous tits and exposed her tight stomach. Since she had started the stripping job, she had this amazing confidence about her that made her even hotter.

I spilled the details, explaining how I wasn’t nearly as hot as she was—obviously, or I would have gotten the job.

“Oh honey,” she said, stroking my bare shoulder, giving me goose bumps, “You should’ve come to me first. I would have told you not to waste any time with those bastards. The way to a job at the club is through Jerome’s pants,” she smiled.

“The black guy?” I asked.

“Yeah. You fuck him, you get a job. It’s easy as that.”

I had thought the black guy looked sexy, but I guessed that he must be a lousy fuck if this was how he got laid. Lynn told me I was wrong. “He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen,” she assured me. “Ten inches, easy, and thick as a beer can.”

“Remember Louie?” Lynn was talking about a guy we had both fucked a few years back. We had a habit of fucking the same guys. If one of us had a good lay, we’d let the other know and try to hook her up. We even fucked the same guy simultaneously once or twice. We were really good friends.

“He’s the night DJ,” she said, “and great friends with the afternoon manager. You fuck him you get an afternoon job. Make some money. Work on your moves. Before you know it, they’ll be begging you to fill in on night shift while the girls take off to fuck their rich clients. Soon, you’ll be a few pounds lighter, and your moves will have improved. Then they’ll be begging you to work the night shift full time.”

Lynn made a lot of sense so I decided to come by the club Friday night and try to meet Jerome. I got a drink from the bartender who winked at me. Then I sat at the bar near the stage and watched the girls perform. When Lynn came out, I smiled at her get up. She looked really hot in a sexy school girl outfit. Once I saw how she wrapped her body around the pole and how she crawled across the stage, I knew that I should get some pointers from her. She totally knew what she was doing. I started to get wet watching her. Then she looked me in the eyes and started dancing over to me. I got very excited as she leaned down and rubbed her bare tits in my face and planted a kiss right on my lips. The guys all around us cheered and handed money over to my sexy friend. When she pulled away, I saw her trade a meaningful look with the DJ and I knew I had just been pointed out. Jerome waved to me. I was happy to see he was a thick black guy who had the looks of a famous actor. I would have fucked him even without the favor.

After a few more ladies performed, I went up to Jerome’s booth and asked if I could come home with him. He smiled.

“Well look at this,” he said “a cute white girl wants to come home with me.” He stroked his large thick finger over one of my plump breasts.

He had a killer apartment in Dallas that wasn’t far from the club. Once inside, he asked me if I wanted a drink and made us each something. He sat on the couch and didn’t waste any time.

“Let me see you dance again,” he asked, sipping from his own drink.

I began to dance, trying to incorporate Lynn’s smooth dancing into my own. I kept my eyes on Jerome and I shook my ass and tits in the silence. I was wearing a short, flouncy skirt and a thong, and I decided to use that in my act. I got between Jerome and the coffee table and I bent over showing him my round ass cheeks. He reached out and grabbed a handful. He made a sound like he had just been served something delicious.

“Now suck on my cock,” he told me. I came over and bent down in front of him. I carefully took his dick from his pants, realizing as soon as I started undoing his pants how large it was. I smiled as I remembered Lynn’s description. His dick was huge. I wrapped my tiny mouth around his cock and I enveloped the shaft, I felt my cheeks stretch at its massive size.

Turned on and hungry for a job, I ignored my choking as I deep-throated his massive cock. After sucking him off for a while, I stood up and slipped my thong off without taking off my skirt. I sat on his lap, thinking his cock would slide easily into the folds of my pussy lips, but it was too fucking big. I couldn’t get my wet snatch over his giant cock.

Then, his muscular arms grabbed me and forcefully pushed me to the floor. He yanked up my skirt and stood above me.

“You ready to get fucked?” he asked.

I nodded and lifted up my skirt showing him my waxed-smooth cunt.

He took off his pants and began to fuck me. He didn’t dance around getting his dick inside of me. He buried his cock in my snatch, stretching my pussy walls further than ever.

“That’s a tight little pussy,” he said as he fucked me. “How long you been waiting for my cock?” he asked.

I tried to spread my legs as far as possible. “You got the biggest dick I ever felt,” I told him as he thrust into me. He squeezed my soft white tits in his big black hands.

He smiled at my confession. I was usually shy when I fucked a new guy, but Jerome’s extraordinary cock had me saying dirty shit to him.

“Fuck me,” I begged him. “I want you to cum all over my tits,” I begged. He continued to thrust into me.

“You gonna fuck me in the back room when you’re a high paid stripper on my stage?” he asked.

“You can fuck me any time you want,” I admitted, and I wasn’t lying. “I’m your fuck slave,” I told him. Just then, he pulled his massive cock from between my legs and shoved it between my tits. He pressed my tits together and slid his cock between them.

“Suck me off,” he ordered, and I brought my head up and sucked on the giant head as he fucked my tits. He began to cum in my mouth and I sucked it down eagerly. My pussy still ached for him, and I wasn’t disappointed. After I sucked him off, he moved down and stuck his cock back into my waiting, dripping snatch. My pussy reacted by instantly cumming all over him.

We fucked again and again. He repeatedly asked me to suck his cock, and I said yes over and over. I was willing to do anything. I needed a job, and truth be told—I was in love with his fucking cock.

Afterward, Jerome took me to my car, which was parked at the club.

For the next few days, I wondered if Jerome would come through. I’d been fucked by so many guys in my life, I didn’t necessarily believe I’d get a job out of this. And I didn’t even care all that much. Fucking Jerome was so incredible, I would have done it for free.

But I got a call the next day from someone who was making the schedule at the club. She wanted to know if I could start on Monday day shift. Of course I said yes. I took Lynn out that night and bought her drinks. I listened to her advice about how to make money.

“You’ll have no problem with that sexy ass,” she said.

And she was right. Since I’ve been working at the club, my money problems have gone away. The thing that stay’s on my mind all the time is when I will get to fuck Jerome’s giant cock again. Sometimes when I dance, he is on my mind as I reenact our night of sucking and fucking. I hardly ever get the real Jerome. He seems to be fucking just about every girl at the club. None of them can get enough of his dick.

I’ll be patient though. I’ll keep dancing and making bank, and I am sure that Jerome’s cock will end up in my pussy again. Lynn and I have talked about tag-teaming him in the near future just to show him how much we appreciate our jobs and well, his 10-inch cock.