How it always goes, every time.

Vixxen knew how this would probably go and was prepared for it. She was an asset for a club like this, she just had to get a chance to show them. Getting a sit down with one of the managers was a good start.

She figured she would be asked to fuck this guy Jeff, and she would, and then get called back for an actual tryout before opening, hopefully tomorrow, and then soon get called in to fuck the manager or the owner.

She thought she could use her body to get to a job here, and in a week or two, maybe a month and she would be able to leave this place, Mason’s home. A place where she would always worry that she would see him and his friends from work.

In a strip club the lighting has not generally good, and plenty of dancers lived double lives.

She knew a dancer who danced for her own fiancé and his friends at a bachelor party, and through poor light, lots of makeup and glitter, and an idiot fiancé who was so unaware and trusting she got away with it.

If she saw Mason before he saw her she would be ok, but she did not want to work in this town.

Jeff made small talk about where she had worked, asking questions about her background in dance and fitness, but he was really just looking for a way to seal the deal, she was sure of it. Vixxen decided to help him to speed things along.

She put her hand on his thigh, and faked her best fuck me eyes, telling him very clearly, “Jeff, I need this job.” She said, being as clear as she could be about her intentions. “I need it this week, I would love to get a tryout and start as soon as possible.”

“Well the manager isn’t in until Friday night, this is his three day weekend,” he answered. “And there are some things we would have to get done after a tryout, if it works out.”

She stood and took her clothing off, everything, standing nude in front of him. Jeff was amazed, this woman was unbelievable, fucking unbelievable.

She got on her knees between his legs, and started to work on his belt, she needed it to happen fast, or she needed to know to try somewhere else. She figured she would push it and see what Jeff did.

“I am a really good dancer Jeff,” Vixxen said, pulling his pants down to his ankles. “I have done this for a while, I have had really good training, and I really need this job.”

She put her hand on his cock and started slowly jerking it, “What are the odds of a tryout in the next day or two? It would mean a lot to me Jeff.” He wasn’t hard yet, so he was gay, or really nervous. If she got him going he might not last long.

Vixxen leaned down and took his cock in her mouth, using her fingers and her mouth to bring it to life, and sure enough it was soon getting hard.

“If you did that for me Jeff, I don’t know what I wouldn’t do for you,” Vixxen said, she knew this was degrading but **** times call for **** measures. She smiled at him and then leaned down and really started to go at his now hard cock.

It wasn’t small, six inches maybe, but it was decently thick, and she did her best to blow his mind.

Jeff didn’t last long, but he loved every one of the four minutes or so this beautiful black goddess ducked his cock.

He stiffened and came, and she never slowed down, sucking him even harder and staying on him until he was soft.

She looked him in the eyes as he came, and saw a familiar sight, one most men make when a woman sucks the cum out of them. It was a look Vixxen had always enjoyed.

She swallowed his cum and smiled, then kissed his cock on the lip, lovingly. He hadn’t tasted bad.

Jeff pulled his pants back up, “So if I can get you the interview today or tomorrow?” He asked, Jesus this guy didn’t get innuendo. “You will do what?”

She smiled, “Anything Jeff. How about two hours of whatever the fuck you want in my hotel room?” Vixxen smiled at seeing him squirm, he wasn’t used to this. “And if I get the job baby, you get to spend the night with me. I can make it the best sexual experience of your entire life.”

She put on her clothing, and traded numbers with Jeff, hoping this mark could get her what she needed.

She walked out of the club and back to her hotel with a man’s cum on its way to her stomach, but at present she didn’t care. This wasn’t a walk of shame, she wasn’t going to do that anymore, these were the first steps toward freedom for her.