Call and ask for work at the strip club.

Wendy took her phone and called the number on the business card, the one for David, owner of the Milk Bar Gentlemen’s Club. “Hello, this is David.” he answered. She hesitated for a bit, her inner voice telling her to hang up, but this was her only option. “Hello? Any one there?” The voice asked. She finally responded back, “Hey. It’s….it's Wendy, that waitress from earlier today. I was thinking about calling about a position at..” The man was silent for a moment, Wendy now feeling he'd forgotten about her already. “Wendy? Oh yeah. Listen, I’ve got the perfect job for you. Just come with that big titty body of yours and we will provide the rest. You start Friday night. See you then!” The phone suddenly hung up, the former waitress not able to respond quick enough. She started the car and sighed, “Well, I guess that’s final. I’m a stripper”

It was Friday night, Wendy’s first day working at her new job. David had already given her the go around at the establishment, what her role was, her hours and how she got paid. “The hourly wage is just above minimum, so that means that most of your earnings is from tips. Everything is performance based here, so the better you serve the customer, the better the payment. We even got some private rooms that have one rule and one rule only: the party can do whatever they want, as long as it is consensual. They request what they want, you name the price. At the end of the day, you are in charge of your own body and how you want to sell it. But most importantly, have some fun out there.”

Inside the changing rooms, Wendy was sitting in front of the vanity, getting ready for her shift. She did her best finding the least revealing clothing around, but what she wore was probably the most conservative garment she could find. Her top was a buttoned down tank top, its super low cut revealing her bubbly boobs and massive cleavage. The only positive thing she could find with the top was that it was comfortable on her bare nipples, not being able to find an available set of pasties to cover them underneath the fabric. Her bottom was a lacy red hipster, worn over a set of color matching fence-net stockings that hugged tightly on her ass, thighs and long legs. Her shoes were a pair of cream high heels, lifting her figure up another few inches. Topping it all off was the cheap plastic tiara on her head, a personal request from her new boss, who was supposed to be giving her list of responsibilities right about now.

David walked into the dressing room, standing behind her and admiring the busty beauty and her revealing outfit in the mirror. Wendy turned to him, her massive tits bursting from her top. “ Good, it looks like you’re all set and ready to go. I’ve got something easy for you on your first day, nothing that you haven’t done before,” he said with a large grim, Wendy staring at him with an annoyed look. “Heh, right. Well, we’ll get you started with just walking around the main floor, welcoming guests, serving drinks and giving them one of your ‘Wendy’s famous lap dances.’ Remember, you earn what you give, but you don’t have to go outside your comfort zone. Now, Princess Fiore, get out there and give ‘em the royal treatment.”

Wendy got up and headed off towards the main interior, her heels clicking on the hard concrete floor. David smacked her in the ass as she passed by, the offended dancer flashing her middle finger to him with her back facing him. “Good luck out there, Wendy,” he hollered. She walked into the main interior, loud club music and poor lighting filling the room with a party-like atmosphere. It was still early in the night, the club occupied with only a few dancers scheduled for the time, the bikini clad bartender, and a couple of early birds.

About an hour passed into the night and the room was almost filled to its maximum capacity. “I guess this is it,” she thought to herself,” Time to give these people what they came here for.” She walked up to the first unattended patron she could spot, her huge milkers jostling in her top at the beat of the music. She pressed her melons together and shook them around her tight top. The man’s eyes widened at the sight of the voluptuous vixen. Wendy smiled and began talking in a sensual tone. “Hey there, big boy. Is there anything I can get for you? Or maybe I can get you started off with a lap dance?”