Vanessa tells her sorid tale!

In jail Vanessa told the girl's their story. First they commented what a wild bitch she was, but as the story went on, they began siding with her. For the first time in her life, Vanessa felt like they understood her. She poured her heart out more honestly then she had in her whole life. Naked on the cold floor of the jail, she poured her heart out!

When she finished there was a long silence. For the first time in over an hour, Vanessa recalled she was naked and cupped her hefty breasts. She'd made such an ass of herself, she thought and blushed.

"Look, I'm not gay, and you don't have any more money, so you know I'm not trying to get anything from you." The redhead spoke out. "But it sounds like you're screwed. I can help you out."

"R...really?" Vanessa asked.

"Sure! In the trailer park I live at there's an open trailer. I can talk the manager into letting you skip the deposit and you could move in right away."

"B... but I lost all my money!" Vanessa almost began crying.

"It's alright doll." The redhead smiled, lifting her chin. I've got the job for you!"

"...You do?"

"Well, it'll take some work. But, not to say to much, but you got a rocking fucking body. I'd kill for your tits, and you're in perfect shape!" The redhead said. Vanessa blushed, but smiled. "I strip at the 'Sailor's Delight' by the airport and you'd be perfect!"

"Wait.... the strip club!" Vanessa asked, shocked.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes. The bouncers take good care of us, and with your body? Four hundred a night on weekends easy!"

Vanessa thought about it. The idea of being a stripper sounded so base, so beneath her! But, for some reason, thinking about it made her nipples hard and her crotch tingle...

"I'm in!" She said excitedly.