STRIPPER LOOKING FOR WAYS TO MAKE MORE MONEY – PT 1 – BROOKE WORKS THE STAGE

Brooke had only been stripping for eight months.

She’d been on her own since she was nineteen, and now that she was in her late twenties, she found herself struggling to find and maintain any type of work that would support her sufficiently.

As a teenager, she had been totally uninterested in school, so she barely managed to graduate. After that…. with little ambition, and no practical skills… she had bounced from one menial retail or restaurant job to another, until she finally decided to try topless dancing.

Actually, the manager at the last restaurant where she’d worked suggested it to her when he fired her for always arriving late and being a shitty waitress… right after he fucked her for the last time in the cooler at the back of the kitchen.

Brooke was kind of pissed… not because she got fired… she hated that job… but because he waited until after he’d fucked her before telling her.

Then… when she’d had some time to think about what he’d suggested, she figured he was probably right.

She knew she was fairly attractive… although not ‘pretty’ in the classical sense… but she had a nice, curvy body, with big, natural 35E boobs on a slender body that seemed to catch the attention of every bad boy who set eyes on them, so… in retrospect… stripping seemed like a good fit.

So the following day she drove over to ‘The G-Spot’… the most popular strip club in the area… and applied to be a dancer. After giving the owner a boob-job in his office…. until he blew a load of cum all over her chin and tits during the interview…. she got the job, and began working as a topless dancer the next day.

Brooke figured out pretty quickly that working daytimes at the strip club during the week made the most sense for her. She’d tried working nights and weekends, but realized immediately that… even with her impressive boobs… she wasn’t quite attractive enough… and probably worse… she didn’t have the hustling, ‘killer’ instinct to compete with the ‘top shelf’ girls who blanketed the night-time and weekend customers.

Besides, she preferred to spend her nights clubbing, and her weekends shopping and lounging by the pool at her apartment complex.

Unfortunately for Brooke, she also liked expensive things… handbags, dresses, shoes… she even drove a heavily financed BMW.

And to make matters worse, she always picked the wrong type of guys to be with… not only did they always cheat on her, but one of them even got her hooked on cocaine.

Brooke liked to think of it as a ‘habit’, rather than an ‘addiction’, because she could usually make a gram last several days… sometimes a whole week… just taking one or two bumps a day. But in those moments when she was being honest with herself, she had to admit that whenever she ran out of the stuff, she craved it… bad… so she would go to see her dealer about once or twice a week… depending on how good her days at the club had been.

So, Brooke found herself at ‘The G-Spot’… another typical lunch-time crowd… on another typical Tuesday.

There were several customers sitting at tables around the room, although most of them were there for the free buffet… and the thrill of watching naked tits bounce around on-stage, while paying and tipping as little as possible.

Very few of the week-day customers were big spenders… but occasionally the week-day dancers could encourage these guys to shell out a few extra dollars after they’d eaten the free food and gotten hot and bothered by the jiggling tits and twerking butts.

Club rules were pretty lax during the week, and usually went totally unenforced during the lunch-time crowds… so, the dancers knew that pretty much ‘anything goes’ when it came to making a few bucks.

While onstage, Brooke would sometimes brazenly expose her bald pussy… hoping to coax an extra $5 from whoever was standing by the stage.

Since the floor manager didn’t really pay much attention, she’d also walk around the room with her naked tits out… swaying and jiggling around…. her nipples stiff and inviting…. trying to drum up interest for a trip to the VIP room.

On especially slow days, Brooke could sometimes persuade a guy to pay her $10 for a handjob under the table in one of the darker corners. The club owner and manager knew the girls did that on occasion, and they didn’t seem to care… as long as the cleaning crew mopped up the messes under the tables before the night-time shift arrived… then again after the club shut down for the night.

In the private VIP rooms, Brooke knew she could give a guy a blowjob, or a quick fuck, for $25 or $50… although during the week, those customers were a little harder to come by.

On this particular Tuesday, Brooke was taking her turn on-stage… and since it was her second song, she was completely naked… except for a tiny g-string that barely covered anything. It was pulled up tight, so that it was totally hidden in the crack between her ass cheeks, and there was only a 1” sliver of cloth attempting to cover her pussy lips and clitoris.

As she was gyrating and writhing around the stage… shaking her heavy breasts and pulling on her own nipples to make them stand at attention… one of the lunch-time guys walked up to the stage, holding a single dollar bill in his hand.

In these situations, the stripper would usually ‘dance’ their way over to the guy standing by the stage so the customer could slip the bill into her g-string, while they got a close-up look at their jiggling boobs….