You decide to dance

I am here for money... I may as well maximise my chances.

"OK. Well, just for once to see how it goes..."

Brie smirked. "I'll give you some peace," she murmured, as she left me to it.

I slip out of my clothes and gingerly pull on the outfit Brie had given me - tiny tight cotton sports shorts, white suspenders and tiny knit fishnets, topped with a tiny bra. Absent-mindedly, some deep part of me realised it would complement my bronze skin perfectly.

It felt other-worldly as I pulled on the clothes, clinging intimately to intimate parts that I'd never encountered before... but not as other-worldly as it was when Brie stuck her head in again, shouted that I was on, and almost dragged me out onto the stage.

I let out a small gasp as the thumping music hit my ears, and I saw a metal tube right ahead of me. T

My stomach started to sink, but before I could get too morose the beat of the music encouraged my new body's instincts to take over. Almost without thinking I raised my top up and pulled myself close to the pole, carefully placing my two giant breasts either side of the cold metal of the pole. The sensation it made on my skin caused my nipples to stand out erect against the tight lycra of the white bra.

As I began to take in the seedy atmosphere of the club and my eyes adjusted to the bright lights I began to notice the punters in there. Several greasy, fat old guys, one with a girl with him were sat, their tongues almost hanging out at the edge of the platform I was currently writhing on, dollar bills tumbling out of their hands. At a table on the other side were a bunch of younger, fitter looking guys who were clearly the worse for wear. Subconsciously my body wondered if I should make a beeline for them later. Then almost hanging on the stage was one geeky looking scroat, lining up dollar bills. "This'll be the closest he gets to a girl in years", I found myself smirking inwardly.

The beats of the music sped up and I found myself grinding my pert butt towards the group of older guys. I reached behind as I swayed in time with the tune to massage my beautiful smooth curves. How could this be me? What was worse was I knew just how hot this body was and what it looked like. It was all there in my mind's eye - the soft girl's voice, the flowing blonde hair, the long sensual legs & soft curves of the calves, the pert, bouncy butt, the flat, firm stomach and the enormous breasts. Just thinking about myself in this form stimulated one side of my brain.

Then I shocked even myself as I slipped off the white bra. A cheer went up across the dingy smoke-filled room and dollar notes came floating to my feet. I knew I was going to give them a show as I went close up to one old guy, cupping my naked breasts so close to him I could feel his rancid breath. I was completely disgusted at the sweat and wrinkles on his rough face, but at the same time excited by the warmth of his breath on my firm erect nipples.

Then I was on the pole again, swinging and swinging this fit young body to the delight of these men. I knew from my own body's reaction to stuff like this that all of them would want me. And want me there and then. Still now, I stretching the full extent of my curvy body down the pole towards the ground, my breasts jutting out for all to see. I reached up then and toyed with my thumbs in the sides of my tiny, tiny revealing little sports shorts and rested them towards the base of my hips, hinting so obviously at the delights below. Then the music stopped.

Instinctively, to great applause from the crowd I lowered myself from the pole, picked up my bra to put it on and then gathered the soiled notes from the stage floor. Catching sight of the geek he looked like he'd just come in his pants.

As I was almost done, and the next girl, who I knew was called Shelly came to the platform wearing a cowboy kit I felt a twang on the back of my bikini and then the small shorts. Then I felt the roughness of a note against the small of my back, almost in my crack and also against my back. Shrieking again I turned on the guy who'd put notes down my clothes. "Watch it!" I was secretly delighted at the feel of someone pawing on me, but slightly disgusted too. Against the rules. Strutting off the platform I felt a touch on my shoulder....