Christina #2 (Accountant)

"Well, it's been going ok, I guess. Accounting is pretty boring." Christina said.

I suppressed a grin. "Oh, you're an accountant?"

"Yeah, I work for Tillers & Assel. I run a team working on some of our big clients."

"Is that what you tell your parents?" I wagged a finger at the young woman.

"What? Of course, because it's the truth."

"And did you just come home from work?"

"Yeah, like 20 minutes ago. I'm still living here so I can save money before buying my own house."

"Tell me honestly, Christina. Does an accountant at a major firm wear that," I motioned to her clothes, "to work every day?"

Christina looked down at her pink button up crop-top polo, tartan mini, knee high white socks, and platform sneakers. "Uh, yeah, I guess."

"Interesting. What did you say the name of your office was, again?"

"Tillers & Thomas."

I grinned, "You mean Titties & Thongs? That strip club off 12th?"

"What?" She gasped, suddenly angry. "No! I am not a stripper! I'm an accountant! I'm a certified CPA."

"I'm sure you are, Tina. May I call you Tina? Is that the calculator you use for work tucked into your G-string?"

Tina had stood up now, and the flare of her brief skirt let you see her pink Hello Kitty G-string. The strings came above the top of her skirt, and as she reached down, everyone noticed that she had a small plastic pink and white calculator tucked into the string on her hip. She turned beat red.

It was all coming back to her now. She'd tried to get through college, but failed out of the basic courses. She'd had to come up with a way to pay the bills while she'd been applying to community college courses. A friend of hers had recommended waitressing at Titties and Thongs. 'You don't have to strip, just serve drinks.' It turned out to be a gateway ****.

She told herself she was still on her way to her dream job as a CPA. That was her story she told her 'clients' when she was sitting on their laps in the VIP room. 'I'm an accounting student' she would repeat. 'I'm just waiting for the right time to finish.' One cute guy had told her 'you don't look like any accounting student I ever saw' and she'd changed her whole stripper outfit so no one would question her. She decided she didn't want anyone to question that she was a student even outside the club, so she'd taken to wearing schoolgirl uniforms all the time.

Schoolgirl uniforms gradually transitioned into 'sexy schoolgirl' which became 'slutty schoolgirl', and finally just 'stripper schoolgirl'. Standing in front of her family in her sheer tied off top, brief tartan mini, matching thigh high hello kitty stockings and thong, and stripper heeled mary janes, Tina fumbled with her toy calculator and wondered where it all went so wrong.