Success breeds jealousy

Jordan finished her dance, giving her audience one last twirl around the pole. Blowing a kiss with her plump pink lips, she exposed her massive pair of enhanced tits, bouncing enticingly when she moved the hand covering them aside.

With a steady *clack* from her high heels on the polished floor, the busty stripper turned about to her changing room, her firm ass wiggling behind her while she walked. She looked at the tips on her red garter belt and panties, leafing through and counting them. It was about three hundred bucks give or take. Way less than she'd made that same day last week.

What was it? Did the club's patrons like her less all of a sudden? Normally, she'd make twice that every dance, maybe more. And fewer club-goers asked Jordan for private dances now. Just last week, every man who saw her would stuff her stockings with cash to see Jordan grind on his crotch.

Distracted by her problems, Jordan did not watch in front of her and ended up bumping tits-first into another of the girls working in the club. It was Iryna. While she had a large pair of firm tits, they paled in comparison to Jordan's melons that they were now rubbing against. She was only wearing a blue string monokini, and Jordan felt that the girl's body had been oiled up recently from the way her shiny, slick skin felt rubbing and sliding against her.

"Oops! Sorry!" Jordan apologized to her. "Didn't see where I was going."

Iryna licked her lips and smiled at Jordan, groping one of her larger, still uncovered breasts with her hand. "No worries... You don't see me complaining~" she purred sultrily, running her hand across the underside of Jordan's chest.

Jordan slapped it away in annoyance. She wasn't in the mood for this crap, not after seeing her tips earlier. "Don't you have any cocks to suck, Iryna?" Jordan asked. The girl was no offense, a total bimbo slut. More than once, she'd ended her shifts with her breath still smelling of cum, strutting around with even fewer clothes than the rest of the strippers working here.

"Jeez! What's gotten into you, Jordan? It definitely wasn't one of mine." Iryna replied. "Not that you haven't taken your share of dick." she added, half-whispering. "Anyway, no. David has me dancing after you tonight."

"You better get back to sucking dicks then." Jordan sighed. "I barely got anything. Don't know what the fuck's happened, it's like they barely were paying attention to me."

Iryna let out a sigh, and put a finger between her fat, pouty lips. "It must be the new girl David's brought here, Wendy." Jordan had heard of the new girl, but hadn't really spoken to her much. She was some kind of waitress, maybe? She did have a huge pair of tits, but so did Jordan. People loved them! "Boss is giving her good hours, and the customers just want more of her. Just last night when I was riding a guy, he asked if Wendy would give dances like that. Can you imagine?!"

Jordan wrinked her nose and placed her hand on her hips. "Hmph. You think that's the reason my tips aren't as good? They're all wanting to see this bitch? Why does she get better hours than we do? Did she suck the boss' cock or something?"

"I mean, I did that too." Iryna replied absent-mindedly. "It's pretty big."

"Of course you did that." Jordan sneered, ignoring the fact that for her own 'audition' with David, she'd put him between her (back then rather significantly smaller) tits and sucked him off to his heart's content.

"Anyway, gotta go. See you later, Jordan!" Iryna said, bending down to give Jordan's exposed nipple a quick kiss. Before Jordan could get her away from tits, she ran off giggling.

"That bitch." Jordan swore. "I'm gonna ruin her."