Megan wants to be a stripper

I spent the entire week doing my best to convince Megan about taking the stripper job. Whilst she was resistant at first, by the weekend caved and now I'm driving her to The Pink Pussycat Palace strip club. The place is a bit of a dive, with the only thing giving the building a sense of life being the neon sign of a girl dancing on a pole. As Megan and I head towards the door, you see a six-foot-plus, steroid pumping door man glared at the two of us.

"ID?" He said.

I whip out my wallet and said, "Actually, my girlfriend was interested in working here."

The bouncer looked Megan up and down, who was flaunting flesh in denim short shorts and a tight tank top. She made sure to smile and wave at the stern bouncer, who said, "She looks alright. Ask at the bar and we’ll take it from there.”

"Thanks man."

He then let us in, and we were greeted by a scrawny girl dancing around a pole to a trashy pop song, and a bunch of men ogling her as they throw Benjamins onto the stage. You passed a pack of burly bikers on the way to the bar. There, Megan looked to the bartender and asked "Hey uh... Is the boss in?"

"Yeah? You looking for a job?" Even standing back, you can tell he's staring at Megan's cleavage.

"I uh... sure am."

That's when a short, middle-aged man wearing a white leisure suit and a gold chain around his neck approaches. His hairline was reclining, and he wore a sleazy smile on his face.

"Well, you certainly look the part, sweetie." He said.

Megan turned to the man. "Yeah?"

"You sure do. I'm Seth. Come with me."

I watched Seth lead Megan off behind the bar. Once they had left, I ordered a beer. As I drank, I watched the current girl dancing on the stage. It wasn't hard for me to picture Megan on the stage being gawked at by dozens of men as they throw their hard-earned money at her. That’s when another stripper walks past me, her large, silicon-enhanced breasts bouncing with every step.

She ignored me for one of the bikers, who she leads to a door off to the side for a lap dance. Then again, in the privacy of the booth and the loudness of the music, they could be doing all sorts of things there. Doubt these bikers care. They all looked like they could snap Seth in half if they wanted to. Hell, they probably lauded their **** money here, but at the end of the day, that's none of my business.

By the time I've finished my drink, the stripper on stage has finished her dance. The DJ off to the side then said, "Alright guys, our next girl is gonna rock your world. This spicy Mamacita comes all the way from Colombia, and she's about to set the stage on fire. Give it up for Anastasia."

Once again, music filled the room as a Latina woman strutted onto the stage, wearing knee-high fuck me boots, a black thong, and a black bra that barely contained her massive enhanced breasts. With confidence, she headed to the pole and began swinging around it with the grace of a ballerina. After a while, Anastasia moved to the edge of the stage and began twerking.

Just about everyone in the club was mesmerized by her performance, including myself. Guys were making it rain bills on the stage as I wished that I had brought more money. Still, watching Anastasia tear it up on the stage wasn't a bad way to kill time as Megan talked to Seth. Eventually, Anastasia threw her bra off, putting her big tits on full display for the cheering crowd.

Eventually, Anastasia's performance came to an end, leaving me with a tent pole pitched in my pants. She raked up her earnings for the night and then finally left after blowing the audience a kiss. That's when someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Megan.

"So?"

"I gotta come back tomorrow, but I think I got it." Megan said.

A smile lit up my face. "Great."

"So, you wanna hang around, or are you done here?”