Thursday April 02, 2026

Debbie was so nervous standing there in the entrance of the club, could she really go through with this?

She’d been working at the club as a waitress for several months, desperate for money, she still hand’t been able to bring herself to be a stripper. But serve drinks to horny men? That seemed ok enough, and paid far better than her old waitressing gigs at restaurants.

The first few weeks had been good, a smile here, a laugh there, and the guys tipped well even as the girls fawned all over them until they’d spent their money for the night.

It had been easy to get a little too comfortable though, showing a little more skin as the weeks went on, not complaining when some random guy put his hand on her ass, and even giggling when one had pulled her down onto his lap.

The money kept flowing in and she just, well, let it all happen.

James had been one of the first guys to really pay any attention to her, chatting her up and complimenting her. He was a regular during the day when she worked, and it had become a habit for her to drop by his table and sit with him when things were slow.

Something about him just made her feel at ease.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind her and James walked up and slipped his arm around her, “Ready?”, he asked.

She looked him in the eye, nervous and unsure for a moment, then steeled herself and nodded, “Yes, let’s do this before I change my mind.”

His hand moved down to her ass and suddenly everything felt right. A giant smile crossed her lips and she let out a giggle as they walked out of the club into the fading light of the day.

Her waitressing shift was done, but James was taking her to another strip club where she was going to do a shift as a dancer.

Her whole body quivered at the thought of shaking her ass on stage, something she would never have considered before talking to James for months.

Slowly but surely he’d brought her around to the idea, made it sound so natural, so inevitable. He’d even offered to help her get her first shift at another club and arrange everything for her.

As they headed out to his car, where he’d brought her a change of clothes more appropriate for her premier, all she could think of was how much she owned James for doing all this for her.

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“Welcome our latest addition to the stage… Tiffany!” the announced shouted over the PA and Debbie stepped nervously up on to the stage.

Her tiny pink string bikini showed off almost her entire body, and the men in the audience clapped as her heels clicked on the stage.

The music blared and she wiggled her hips and shook her tits as she spun around the brass pole, trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone in the crowd. It was a doomed attempt though, as there were too many eyes on her and each time she made contact with them a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

The second song found her bikini top on the floor and her hands squeezing her tits, playing with her nipples, as she wrapped her tits around the pole.

The third song came and went like a fog, a hazy memory of her fingers spreading her pussy and her hips bucking against thin air.

There were several men lined up waiting for her at the side of the stage and the next few hours went by in a whirlwind of hands and lips all over her body.

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Debbie sat down on James’ lap and wrapped her arms around him, her tits coming right up to his face, “God I’m exhausted!” she exclaimed.

It was well past midnight and there was only another hour or so left before the club closed and many of the patreon’s had already left as it was a weeknight.

“Too tired for one more dance?” James asked and she leaned back with a surprised look on her face.

“You… you mean for you?” she stuttered as her whole body blossomed in need to dance for him.

James nodded and she jumped up off his lap, grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him back to the VIP. When they arrived at a free chair, she pushed in down on to it, and stripped her bikini from her body and quickly got on his lap and started her dance without even waiting for the next song.

By the time the next song did start they were making out like teenagers in the backseat of a car. Their lips were locked together, her hand was rubbing his dick through his pants, his hand was rubbing her bare pussy as she tried to hump it in the middle of the air.

It was too much, she’d been horny all night, letting men maul her tits, finger her pussy, and never finding any release for herself. She pushed back and got down between his legs and quickly undid his pants, getting his dick out and instantly wrapping her lips around it.

She had her first, but not last, orgasm of the night at that moment and she didn’t care who else knew about it in the VIP.

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James watched Debbie wiggler her ass back to the change rooms as he leaned against the bar, “So, was it a good night?” a voice asked beside him.

He turned around to see Ivan, the owner of both this club and the one that Debbie had been waitressing at, walking up behind him with a grin on his face.

James nodded, “Oh yeah, I think she’s ready for phase 3 already quite honestly.” he replied.

Ivan raised an eyebrow, “Really? That quickly?”

James nodded again, “I mean half the VIP was watching her ride by dick and it seemed to turn her on even more.”

This time Ivan nodded, “Well, some subjects do take the subliminals more fully if they’ve been resisting for a while. Normally I’d expect the subliminals to take only a few weeks, maybe six, to get her dancing, but she held out for what… three, almost four?”

“Yeah, she was definitely not going easy, that’s for sure.” James replied.

“Well, that was why I asked you to make nice with her. A little concious push can sometimes help too, but she would have been on the defensive with me or one of the staff.”

James smiled, “Yeah, no problem, glad to help… especially with the benefits that come with it.”

Ivan chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure. About that though…”

James held up his hands, “I know, I know. No more than once a week, and only at the club. I get it.”

Ivan nodded, “If you break the rules I’ll have one of the other girls cut off your dick, got it?”

James winced a little, “Hey, you don’t have to worry about me, I will follow the rules to the letter.”

Ivan gave games a slap on the back and chuckled again, “Good, good. Oh, by the way, I’ve got a girl at another club of mine that’s giving me a little bit of a problem… would you mind hanging out there for a while?”

A grin streched across James’ face and both men chuckled as they headed over to a table to sit and discuss the details.