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Chapter 17 by VixxTheLover VixxTheLover

What is next for Vixxen?

Life as a sex worker begins, she jumps into the deep end.

It didn’t take long for Vixxen to officially accept the job offer, even as a contractor, and she started up the next week.

The manager started her on day shifts, and she shadowed a more experienced dancer as she found her feet in a new job without clothing on.

While she did this she continued to work on her body and her diet, and pushed her classical and also modern dance class hard, and started to get really good at yoga. She was in the best shape of her life, and was as limber as she could imagine.

She began visiting a nice salon, and would get full salon packages that involved massages as well as full Brazilian wax jobs.

Her first weeks of work were primarily during the day as she learned the ropes, and it took some time. Dancing was easy, dancing close to naked was harder, especially while looking at hungry men and giving them ‘fuck me’ eyes.

What was a lot harder were the lap dances, literally. Getting used to feeling men’s erections as she danced on them. Getting comfortable with their touch.

This wasn’t a ‘no touching’ club, it allowed touching, at a dancer’s discretion, anywhere not covered by clothing, and that wasn’t much when she was down to just a g-string.

So she learned to be comfortable with men touching her. On the day shifts it was almost completely men on business lunches, enjoying the view and cheap steak. And to them she felt like just another piece of meat, but the pay wasn’t terrible.

Over the following weeks her dancing improved and she became more comfortable in public without her clothing on, and with the touch of strangers.

She also became accustomed to the touch of her manager, who was true to his word.

Every time she worked, every shift, she was expected to suck his cock. And once a week or so he put on a condom and fucked her, calling her after her shift for blowjobs, and calling her in to work early once a week to fuck her.

Vixxen didn’t like it, but as she got better at her new profession the money kept getting better, and soon enough the money was so good she didn’t really mind what she had to do for the manager. She was making better money than she had ever imagined making, and was no longer burning through her savings.

For the first months she avoided the parties that were thrown that many of the dancers were invited to. She was too young to drink, but she didn’t care about that any more than anyone else, at these events people wanted the mostly naked beautiful women to be a bit relaxed by **** when possible.

It wasn’t even the sex that kept her away. When she went to these get together as at first, she saw a lot of fucking, but Vixxen shied away from it. She was still trying to keep her personal life and her work life separate, but seeing people fuck didn’t bother her.

What kept her away from most of them was the **** use. She saw people smoking weed, which didn’t bother her, but she saw lines of what looked like cocaine and some other **** being consumed in pipes and with needles or pills, and it was all too much.

Given what her stepdad had tried to do, she wasn’t going to go down the route of **** usage.

Soon Vixxen was moved to nights more than days, then Friday nights, and soon Friday and Saturday nights, and life changed dramatically.

She developed a following of customers at the club, men who were there regularly who she came to recognize. It became second nature to simulate sex with these men, and then became easy enough to start doing some extra things on the side.

She was already fucking for the job, and now she was making so much money she didn’t even know what to do with all of it.

She moved out of Nikki’s apartment and got her own place, a luxury apartment with a a gate and a garage not too far from the strip club. She had a nice TV and home stereo system, she had a fancy new cell phone, her wardrobe was expanding and was really nice.

She started living a life she had never imagined, one of wealth. And she had only recently turned eighteen.

So she started to see her job for what it was, an opportunity to make a lot of money. More than she would have ever had a chance to make otherwise.

So in addition to what she did with her manager, she started giving blowjobs here and there to the bouncers, to get them to watch out for her, and look the other way when she needed them to. And when they thought a customer was a cop, they looked out for her there as well, watching for tell-tale signs and protecting her from being arrested for prostitution.

Vixxen could have paid them, but she was in this for the money, and she was really growing to enjoy that part of the job. She was not dating, there was nobody to cheat on, so she started to become aroused at the thought of sucking different dicks at work. At the thought of tasting the cum of several men in one night.

And so she would suck her manager’s cock ever night she worked, and usually got to a bouncer or two, and then started sucking cock for customers and made an extra $50 for each blowjob. And a lot of customers were willing to pay for this.

A shift was usually 7-8 hours, and if she had really pushed it Vixxen thought she could make $600 a night just sucking dick, never mind the dancing work in the floor or on the stage. The more she did it, the better she got, where Vixxen could now her a man off within one song set, usually less than five minutes.

She enjoyed the taste of cum, and she would have a dick in her mouth for an hour or so of her nights work.

Not pushing it, she would usually take care of five or six customers with blowjobs and was soon clearing $1,000 a night on a good night. And that was just the start.

There was a private room that most customers didn’t know about that was just for fucking, and she grew to know this room well.

She also got to know the shower in the club well.

Her customers could pay more to cum in her mouth or on her face or tits, and could pay more on top of that for her to swallow, and she ended up offering the cum in mouth and swallow option at a lower price than a facial or on her tits to have a smaller mess to clean up. And that is what most wanted anyway. To cum in her mouth and watch her swallow their cum. That is where the real money happened.

Vixxen kept her hair fairly short and wore wigs at work, it helped her to stay anonymous outside of work. Heavy makeup, glitter and a wig with long blonde hair made her look like quite a different person in a grocery store the next day. And when someone came in her hair, she changed wigs and kept on doing her job.

What she really got good at was pretending. Dancing wasn’t the rough thing, that just took putting in the work at modern and classical dance, and an **** devotion to yoga. Fitness wasn’t the hard part either, that was just watching her diet and putting in the work in the gym. And she got a lot of cardio at work, staying in shape ended up being fun.

What some dancers struggled with was pretending that she loved men, that she enjoyed their touch, that she was on the verge of orgasm when fucking them, and pretending to love the taste of their cum.

For Vixxen this became second nature, the act of working her customers. They loved her, and she made a very nice living pretending to love them.

Before the first year was up, near her nineteenth birthday, Vixxen had a loyal following and was earning as much as any dancer at the club.

Sucking off a few men in VIP booths, and fucking a couple in the private room, and then eventually fucking one customer after hours in a hotel room, Vixxen started to really clear a lot of money.

In the hotel room she could give a customer more time. Sometimes an hour or two, sometimes the whole night, sometimes more than one customer. A husband and wife, a boyfriend and girlfriend, and often two men who wanted to enjoy a porno style threesome.

These encounters made her incredible amounts of money, and lead to her living a lifestyle she had never imagined possible.

A luxury apartment with a garage, home electronics and a car she thought reserved for wealthy people with law degrees, and a wardrobe she never thought possible.

And all she had to do was stay in shape, dance and fuck. And she enjoyed all three quite a lot.

How do things progress for Vixxen?

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