An Ex-Stripper Trophy Wife

Amber's upbringing had been tough. Drunk parents who'd either neglected her or beaten her. Dirt poor. No siblings.

It has been no surprise when she'd ended up pregnant as a teen, still in school. Thrown out of home, she'd had to scrape to get by. Leaving school without qualifications, she'd managed to avoid working the streets - by turning to stripping when she was old enough. The one thing she did have was a great body and she put it to use.

Keeping her darling daughter fed, clothed and safe, she worked every night she could draped round a pole on stage or grinding in some stranger's lap. She kept herself fit, prioritised her beautiful looks purely to make money, avoided any kind of vice. The club and the customers loved her. To the other dancers, she kept to herself and caused no trouble. Sure, some got jealous and tried to start shit, but management would quickly step in. Often the other dancer would get canned. Amber was too valuable.

Gradually was she saved, she managed to get a proper home for her and her little Belle. The life they lived was better than the one she had. She moved to a better, more upmarket club - still stripping but for suits rather than slobs, people who paid a lot more. They might be a little more demanding at times but that was ok - security there was better too. If a guy wanted to put his hands on her tits in a back room, it was only with her say so and a lot of extra cash - unless he wanted a black eye.

As she got older, she invested in her 'business'. Her breasts went from respectable C-Cups to pornographic Double D's. Her lips became a little plumper - not in a trashy way though, she knew her audience.

At home, she bought an expensive computer and video set up - her cam video's made a lot of money too. Amber's and Belle's lives became more and more comfortable.

Still, Amber was getting older and this couldn't keep going on forever. Her following online was getting bigger but more demanding - she went from just teasing to full nudity to masterbating for an audience.

At work for her most loyal and well paying customers, she'd started giving out the occasional hand-job in a private room. It was a line she thought she'd never cross but the money on offer was too much.

When she'd passed her mid-20's, Amber realised she needed an exit plan. Her home life had been neglected but Belle was much older now, and more aware. She couldn't keep up her late-night life.

So Amber kept an eye out for the right guy and when he arrived, a sweet, nervous suit who was new, she put on the charm offensive. James Doe was older, of course, but not too old - early 30's. Succesful of course but a little nervous around women. Amber made sure to lock him down, quickly zeroing in on him during her on stage dance, before getting him to eagerly agree to a private dance.

She constantly complimented him for being a gentleman and kind, even as she grabbed his hands and ran them over her body. "Hurry back," she breathlessly asked.

Of course he did, and every time she danced for him she acted as though he was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Eventually she ended a dance by grinding her bare pussy against his hard tent-pole over and over, before faking an orgasm. Her wet pussy juices were very real though and she hadn't been far off cumming anyway. Maybe Amber really did like James?

It was definitely mutual - James Doe came in his pants at the end, stammering an apology.

"Don't be sorry hun," she cooed, "I won't tell if you don't! Maybe buy me dinner first next time though?"

She winked and slipped him her number.

Within a year they were married.