How I Met The Guy I Wanted To Marry Ch. 02

So. I had found the man of my dreams. It seemed he felt the same way about us, we were getting married....He encouraged me to change my job and follow my dreams...He owned a few businesses and money wasn't a thing I had to worry about now. So , I quit my nice, safe job at a nice hotel to working the bar in a strip club owned by him and his brother, Nate.

Obviously Nate knew about me, his brother had invited him over to spit roast me about a week after we met. He stays with us a fair bit. Brothers that like to share, however they both admit, their previous attachments have been far less accommodating than me. Those girls must be crazy, because nothing feels quite as good as the two of them inside me.

If I misbehave at work I get punished. Nate has a ruler in his office, flexible metal, if I piss him off he bends me over the desk and beats my bare ass with the ruler until he feels better.

I sort of fancied stripping until I found out the rules about clients touching the strippers, Nate had sussed me out and explained no such rules apply to the bar tenders. If I give customers blow jobs in my 'breaks', like he told the guy who came in after some bastard reported me, there isn't much he can do about it. Even the licensing official agreed it would be illegal to fire someone for being a slut...

I don't have to be topless, but I sometimes feel like it, I can dress as trashily as I feel like. Although I mostly wear what Dan and Nate liked, long boots, short Çankaya Escort shorts and skimpy shirts. The trouble with the shorts is visible damp patches, although people seem to enjoy it

I get to suck as many dicks as I like, the numbers boosted mainly because a few of the cute little t-shirts that have 'cocksucker' or 'I