She was fucked… Jim knew it, Barry knew, and she knew it too now.
Barry, her boyfriend, or should she say ex-boyfriend now, had warned her that working at the club was a bad idea. It wasn’t a strip club per se, but still, the men expected certain… things from the hostesses and Barry had been clear that if she engage in anything like that he was out of there.
Jim, the club manager, had assured her that no such expectations existed. All she had to do was sit and talk with the men that came to the club and make sure they kept ordering drinks and food.
Kathy wouldn’t have considered it normally, but things were tight. Barry’s job had cut back on his hours, she’d lost one of her part time jobs, and between them they were falling behind, needing to use credit cards each month just to pay the rent.
She’d only suggested it because she saw no other options. The club was well know for earning the hostesses big tips, and well, she had the looks to get hired when many of her friends didn’t.
Barry had begged her not to, said he’d get a second job, maybe driving for a ride share or something, but they both knew it was too little and so she’d gone and applied at the club.
Jim had been very open and enthusiastic about her application. She had a degree in IT that was pretty much worthless these days with AI taking over everything, but it did mean she could hold her own in a conversation with just about anyone. Likewise, no one would argue that she was stunningly beautiful, and between those two things, she was hired.
The first couple of weeks at the club went by fine. She dressed up and made herself look as pretty as she could, sat and chatted with some of the men that came into the club, turned several offers for more down, and made enough in tips to at least stay above water that month.
After that though, things started to change, very slowly, but change none the less.
Things she hadn’t considered before started coming into her head. Things like applying more makeup, or wearing a push up bra, or getting her hair done professionally.
Then there were the other things that seemed to seep into her head, like it wasn’t all that bad if the men put a hand on her knee, or an arm around her waist or shoulders.
Heck, it even felt kinda nice to snuggle up against them as they talked.
It was at the salon she’d been going to when she first clued in to something being off. She’d been kinda zoned out that day, letting the beauty technician work on her in auto-pilot mode, simply agreeing with her and letting things flow along.
Then, the tech had stepped back, smiled, and asked what she thought.
Kathy had blinked several times, trying to comprehend what she was looking at when two thoughts hit her simultaneously.
How am I going to explain the lip injections to Barry?And
The guys at the club are going to love these new cock sucking lips.A shiver ran through her for a moment as the two competing ideas fought in her head until she finally managed to smile at the tech and thank her.
When she got home, it was the biggest fight that she and Barry had ever had.
But that night, she was right that the guys at the club loved her new lips, and for some reason, that was more important.
After that things with Barry had gone downhill pretty fast. First because she was less and less interested in what he thought, but secondly because she was spending more and more time at the club, and money on her appearance.
She’d come home one night, after letting one of the men at the club play with her tits for a while, to find Barry gone and a simple note on the kitchen table.
She didn’t read it, just tossed it away and took a shower before crashing out for the night.
The next night she’d finally gotten to try out her cock sucking lips for real with one of her regulars and he’d tipped her more than she’d ever earned before.
She sighed and put her phone back in her purse, then headed to Jim’s office, the message she’d received had told her to.
She walked in, swaying her hips, pushing her tits out, and smiling like an idiot, “Hey, you wanted to see me Jim?” she asked.
Jim looked up from his desk and smiled, “Yeah, two quick things.” he said and then picked up a folder from his desk.
“First, I hear you’re taking Devin home tonight…” he said and Kathy’s eyes went wide.
“No… I…” she started to protest but Jim just held up his finger and wagged it side to side.
“Don’t. I don’t care, you can take anyone you want home with you. You know I don’t get involved in the private lives of my hostesses.”
Her shoulders slumped, but she knew it was true. Jim was very clear about these things, as long as it didn’t impact the sales at the club, the hostesses could do pretty much whatever they wanted to.
“But…” he said with a stern look, “…Devin is one of the club’s best customers, so you’d better not fuck it up.”
Kathy nodded, “Understood… and the second thing?” she asked.
Jim held the folder out towards hard and shook it slightly. She took it from his hands but didn’t open it immediately.
“That’s the list of plastic surgeon’s you wanted, and the club’s medical insurance info.” he said.
“Thanks Jim.” she replied and then turned to leave.
“And Kat…” he said and she looked back towards him, “…you know Jen is gone in three months, so don’t dilly dally on it.” he said, waving his hand at the folder.
She nodded and then walked back to the change room to put the folder in her bag to take home with her.
Three months… just three months to get the biggest, fakest, tits she could. Three months to replace Jen as the club’s plastic blowup sex doll.
A another shiver ran through her… she was so fucked… and couldn’t be happier about it.
