Do what it takes to get the job.

You take a deep breath and follow him. You enjoy this body an the benefits in brings and have no trouble using it to get what you want. Also, the boss is not bad looking. In his forties, mediterranean, maybe a little belly, but generally in a good shape. His clothes are a bit garish, he’s leaning to much into the pimp look, but you’re not here for fashion advice. You probably wouldn't say no if you met him anywhere else, so no reason not to do so now, if it get you even more out of it.

You follow him into his office to seal the deal.

The design is tacky, lots of gold on the walls and the desk, a huge pseudo artistic painting (probably a print bought at the mall) of a naked woman behind his desk, a red Ottoman. It’s at least consistent with his brightly coloured shirt and gold necklace. Pimp style. You guess he has a reputation to keep up in his job.

He sits down behind his desk and nods at you.

“Alright, Gypsy, how much do you want this job?”

You smile and go down on your knees to open his fly, but he stops you and pulls you up on his lap.

“A lap dance first. I don't really have a doubt you can do it, given how catlike you moved on that stage but I still want to audition you on the second part of your future job before you get it.”

You nod, turn around and start rubbing your ass against his crotch, feeling a notable bulge press against your cheeks. You bend over and spread your cheeks granting him a good look at your brown hole – hear him smacking his lips and start rubbing his crotch with spread ass cheeks.

“Fuck…” he mumbles.

You take it as a compliment from a man who’s had a couple of lap-dances, you imagine. You turn around spread your legs and sit on his lap eye to eye, which doesn't give you much wiggle room, but you don't need much, shifting slightly on his hard cock make him man and groan harder.

“So I got that right, the guests aren't allowed to touch, but I am?"

He nods.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck and start kissing him. First because you want to show him you're more than a guest and second… you sigh – because you really begun to enjoy kissing men since you're a woman. You weren't the greatest kisser as a man, more or less treated it like necessary but bothersome foreplay to get to the point, but your female body appreciates it a lot more. Even with women more than your male body did, but also with men, you cant help but give in to these urges and passionately and hungrily exchange saliva with your potential new boss until he breaks the kiss.

“That was nice… but don't spoil the guests with that; kisses cost extra!"

You grin.

“Don't worry boss, just for special clients. As is this…”

You slide off of his lap and now end in the position on your knees again. This time he doesn't stop you as you open his fly and let out his rock hard cock. It’s a nice cock... for a split second it seems to you that you thought that about most you've encountered so far in your life as a woman. All but the small ones., You're not a fan of those. A nice cock needs to be girthy and ling to be fun to play with. Not like….. you sigh. You're getting used to the idea that yours was really not too impressive. You pity the women who had to deal with that thing.

This one's nice, though. Circumcised. Not too big, but quite decent, a challenge to put your hand around and probably also one to swallow whole. Which you waste no time trying. You kiss the head, lick the hole a little and taste the salty aroma of his pre-cum. You smack your lips. Yummy. Then take the head into your mouth, let your tongue play over it and go down deep, slowly and deliberately all the way in, until your nose hits his crotch - he’s shaves so no tickling hair. You hold if for a while, feel him twitch and then slide back, let it out of your mouth and lick over the shaft and the balls, it’s glistening wet with your saliva now.

Then you stop playing, it is business, not fun – and you don't want him to have enough time to consider that a blowjob may just be the beginning of this job interview and not the end of it. You blow him hard and fast, suck him like a hoover, kneading his balls. You look up into is eyes. You remember it always brought you a lot closer to then edge when a woman did that with your small dick in her mouth. It does for him, too – you feel his much larger cock twitch and his balls contract in your hands. He grunts, tries to hold it back, but he has no chance against your expert suck mouth. However it became such an expert when you only had it for two days. With a louder grunt he cums into your mouth and like a good little employee and swallow the whole creamy hot load. Lick your lips and stroke his cock some more as it goes limp.

“So?”

You smile up at him.

“You got the job. Minimum wage, plus all the money you pick off from the stage, obviously. Lap-dances go for 50 bucks of which you et to keep 25 and all the tips you get. 10% of the income you generate by animating the guests to drink. General rule is they don’t get to touch you. Unless you let them. Your choice, don't hesitate to call out anyone who does something against your will to the bouncers, your security comes first."

You nod appreciatively.

“And no matter how good you are, as the new girl you get one of the graveyard shifts. 12 am where we get mostly teenagers and students who blow their meagre allowances or 12 pm where you get all the rubble who already got rid of most of their money and are too drunk or too lonely to go home. What shall it be?”

You hesitate. If you take the day shift you have to quit all other day time activities. You’re sure this job pays well enough, but do you want to be a full time stripper or take the night shift and dance part time?