Confessions of a Strip Club DJ

"AAAAAAAAANNNND Say hello to Lucy Diamond!" You shout over the microphone, while spinning a fast paced remix of "Clint Eastwood" over your turntables. Lucy was blonde and leggy, with all kinds of that sparkly stuff around her eyes. Boy if your parents could see you know, you think as she breaks out of her satin negligee. This isn't exactly where you'd planned on ending up when you bought you're first record, but a job's a job, it puts food on the table and beer in the gullet. Still, you wished you could see a little better, you were set up to see the girls as they came in and out, not much of the stage.

It wasn't by any means a hard job, cue up a song, introduce a girl, take a shot of tequila, wait, repeat.

"It looks like Sassy Sue Evans has stayed after school for a little extra credit. . .or maybe a LARGE extra credit!" The night was coming to a close, you had a good buzz as you poured yourself another shot. You leaned back in your chair a bit, staring out your little window trying to catch a glimpse of skin. No Dice. You sigh yo yourself rubbing your hard-on through your jeans. There were so many hotties here. . . You decided to talk to Steve, the manager, this was just way too frusrtating. You lean forward and wrap your fingers around your shotglasss, when you are interuppted by a sharp rap on your door.