Strip Club Slut for Mardi Gras

How sweet young Emily became a strip club slut

After charming her way into a strip club, she gives a private show of her own.

This is how I became a strip club slut in New Orleans. It was Mardi Gras and everyone was dancing.  There was music in the streets, the liquor was flowing like water, and I was in my element. I flashed my tits at whoever wanted to see them, kissed handsome strangers dressed in nothing but leather straps, made out with beautiful women in feathered masks, and danced, danced, danced.

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Sweet young Emily is a naughty schoolgirl strip club slut for sugar daddies at Mardi Gras

My little group of friends paused for breath outside a club. The music grew in intensity every time someone opened the door, and we could see dark shapes inside, moving to the rhythm. As we pressed inside, into the crowd of moving, sweaty bodies, a huge shape loomed before us. The bouncer.
“Got ID?” He boomed.

I smiled up at him, slowly pulling down the bodice of my dress. Without breaking eye contact, I took one of his huge black hands and put it on my right breast. I figured it was best to be direct in situations like this.

He blinked at me in surprise, then slowly ran one calloused finger across my nipple. It stood at attention immediately and I gasped in surprise. He grinned, and bent down to my ear. “Sounds like we got a strip club slut here. Maybe I’ll see you in one of the private rooms later.” He rumbled, before patting me on the butt and motioning my friends inside.

Inside the music was louder than ever, and the smoky interior was illuminated only by the light show pulsing in time to the beat. Three strippers were on the small stage, nude except for feathered masks, and most of the crowd was watching them.

I decided to get a better view and walked up to the second floor balcony. All around the open center were private rooms, connected by a walkway. But it was the lounge area that drew my eye, not the view of the strippers from above.

A small private party was going on, a handful of men and about a dozen strippers. One of the men pointed at me and beckoned me over.

“Your are very beautiful.” He said.

“I know.”

“Strip for me.”

“I don’t work here.”

“Good, that way you don’t have to give the house a cut.”

I was about to walk away in disgust when he withdrew an envelope from his jacket and started counting out bills. Hundreds.  At first I was curious to see how far he’d get. But when he didn’t stop, I turned back to face him.

“I see we’re interested after all. How does five thousand dollars sound?”

“I think we can work something out. But only you. And in a private room… and I want the a bouncer to watch to make sure there’s no shenanegans.”  I had made out with random strangers on the street for free.. but a sugar daddy like this would have to pay extra for the attentions of a strip club slut.

We went into a back room after one of his lackeys had summoned the huge black bouncer I had flirted with earlier. And then, I danced like the strip club slut I am. I moved body to the music, slowly stripping out of my dress. I pulled my bra off, revealing my perfect tits, nipples rock hard with excitement. I touched myself all over, knowing that the bouncer was watching as well.  I danced better than I ever had before for that night, and I earned every cent of that five thousand dollars.

But I didn’t dance for my sugar daddy alone. I caught the bouncer’s eye in the mirror as I touched myself, making sure he knew I was doing it for him. Oh, I love being a strip club slut.

And that’s how I paid off my first year of student loans! Well, that.. and some other things. 😉

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