Beg

"Please Tony," you whine, still on your knees on the stage, holding out your hands in supplication. "Please! If there's anyway I can start sooner, get some money so I can give my landlord something. Please!" Your resolve to be strong starts to crumble, and you feel your eyes start to fill with tears, your body start to tremble.

Tony looks at you, slumped in his chair, one thick hand holding his chin, his eyes hooded and watchful. He rolls his neck, his mouth twisted in a brief grimace, then stares at you again.

"I got a girl called in sick tonight. I was going to have the others broads just work an extra show each to make up, but maybe I can fit you in. I said maybe," he says as you start to show happiness. "Fact is, I don't know that you can handle it. I seen you dance, and you're good, and no mistake you got the body for it, but this is a tough racket. I'm not sure a college girl has what it takes to do this. I was going to ease you in, give you one short shift a week, see if you can make out. You're wanting to jump in right away. That's a tough call for me."

"I can handle it Tony," you plead. "I know I can!"

"Maybe. But maybe those are just words and when you're out here with a crowd full of guys you freeze up. It's a big chance for me to take."

"Please!" you beg, still on your knees, your eyes beseeching him. He nods, apparently considering something.

"Tell you what. You come down here, we talk about it some more. See if this is what you really want."

You nod and scramble to your feet, trotting down off the stage to him. When you get there you see that he has unzipped his pants, his thick half hard cock exposed. You stand looking down at him in shock, your tummy quivering, your eyes wide even as your brain tells you that you should have expected something like this.

Tony's eyes are hard dark marbles that seem to stare into your very soul.

"Ok sweetheart, show me just how much you want to work tonight."