My bio part 1 (non fiction) working at the stri

My bio part 1 (non fiction) working at the striI started out working in a gentleman's club (strip club) as a cocktail waitress. A friend of mine worked there and hooked me up with an interview. Two days later I was hired. I never was one to work fast food joints or the mall..yulk. I had finished collage but hadn't found work yet so I wanted to give this a try. After all, serving men drinks while walking around in barely nothing had quite an appeal to me. I always was one for showing off my body and making cocks hard. But first a little about me. I grew up living on the out skirts of Los Vegas with my parents in this small two bedroom house. My parents were like, left over hippies from the 60s and 70s. Dad was a landscape worker and mom worked in a nursing home as a cook. Now mom and dad treated me well. There's was always food, the house stayed clean and I had nice school clothes. They showed me love and kindness. That's about as far as normal went. In our house my parents were nudist. When they cam home, the clothes came off. They never told me to get naked nor did I ever do it. To me, it was normal that they did. My parents still believed in the "free love" movement. esenyurt escort Sometimes couples would come over and mom would send me to my room telling me it was "adult time". I never knew what that really was at the time, but I always went to my room and watch movies. Sometimes I would sneak to the kitchen for a soda and would see them all naked and having sex. I was young but I knew what sex was from watching dads porn movies when they went to the store or whatever. But thats another story. As time went by, my body started developing very well. At 12 my tits we're as big as moms. I had a great looking ass and a flat stomach. My sexual desires grew as well. I wanted to experience the wonders of "free love". I was already exploring my body with my fingers and thanks to my friend Emma, I found my clit. We use to kiss, lick and feel each other's body when she spent the night with me. We would talk about how to suck cock and what it must feel like to have a dick in our pussys.Now by this time I didn't sneak down to get a soda when my parents had there fuck-a-thon, I just walked in the kitchen, not caring if they saw me or not. One night when avrupa yakası escort I walked to the kitchen to get chips, one of the men who was there with his wife, came into the kitchen. I turned around and there he stood. Strip naked with a hard on so stiff I think he could have jacked up the ass end of a car. He walked over and smiled while putting his hand on my shoulder. He stood so close that his clock rubbed against my arm. I just stood there not really knowing what to do. Then I saw dad walk in behind him. "Go to your room" he said. I took off down the hall to my room. I heard cussing, things breaking and dad yelling "You perverted son of a bitch" then everyone came running to the kitchen. I peaked around the corner and saw mom calling 911. I heard her say there was a fight and they needed the police. It seems hours but really about 10 minutes before the police arrived. After things settled down and the police saw 6 people stripped naked with a 12 year old in the house things went from bad to worse,Well, after that night, the court decided I would be better off living with my grand anadolu yakası escort parents. I hated to go and for several years with them, I rebelled and started partying and hanging out with the wrong crowd. I know I put my grand parents through he'll and I regret it. They tried so hard to make a good home for me.So at age 19 I moved in with a friend of mine and started collage. I worked every job I could to pay my way. Of course student loans helped a lot. Flash forward ten years. I've been out of school for 7 years and other then a few part time jobs can't find a job in my field of study. Enter my friend Kara, who got me an interview at a gentleman's club called "Pickles". It was a little off the beaten path and had a lot of bikers stop bye. So here I am, serving drinks, getting my ass slapped, and making big tips. I liked it. I was go is at flirting and getting big tips. I thought at one time, maybe collage was a waist of time. I watched the girls dancing, taking men to the back of the club where the sofas were and doing private dancing. There were body guards watching to make sure the guys didn't get out of line but at the same time would turn there head (for a little cash) while the girls gave handjobs. The more I watched the more I thought that I wanted to do that. One night at closing I ask a friend who was a dancer, how many tips she got in one night. I was shocked to here they were pulling in three times more then me. Son of a bitch, I thought to myself. It's time these tits started making me money.