Part Time

You love this job, the thrill of being on stage being leered at by these men and having full power over what they can and especially can’t get is the most exiting thing in your life as a woman. Hell, in your life. But you can’t fully overcome the idea that being a full time stripper is… not something that you can identify with. Although you deep inside feel that you want to. But you’ll keep it part time. For now, maybe later… you hesitate at the thought.

Later you’ll be a man, again, remember? Would you give up your masculinity for a life of getting naked on stage in front of leering perverts who would kiss the ground you walk on if you let them?

Well….

No. Clearly not.

You shake your head.

“I‘ll take the midnight shift.”

That would probably mean a lot less sleep, but you're going to be a man in less than a week, anyway!

The boss nods.

"I’d say the drunks at night are a tough crowd but…”

Candy scoffs

“Not worse than the students, no matter if drunk or not. The younger they get the more often you need so slap their wrist to make sure the remember the no touching.

You nod.

“Pretty sure I can handle those pervs at any time of day!”

Your new boss chuckles.

“Don’t let them her you calling them that. Unless they’re into it, then ask for more money to do it!”

You laugh. Then hug Candy and give your boss a kiss on the cheek.

“See you tomorrow night”, as you turn around and leave the strip club.