The Strip Club

The Strip Club

My Freshman Year in College

Chapter 1 by JennCarcione JennCarcione

Background: I'm Asian American with a petite stature, a relatively curvy figure for 95 lbs., thick hair and a cute smile. I never had a problem attracting both boys and men. I was born in America. My parents immigrated to the U.S. in 1994 and have always gravitated towards their traditional Taiwanese roots. My mother was 15 when she married her husband, who was 48 at the time. She had long dark hair, like I do now, and was thin yet exceptionally curvy for an Taiwanese women, a figure I inherited. She was very submissive, always wearing short, provocative outfits picked out and purchased by my father. Every day she would cook and clean from dust until dawn, all to please my demanding father. Despite his anger, she always dolled herself up with perfect lipstick and nails and did everything she could to please him.

Like my mother, I appreciate the attention I receive from men. I am curvier than most Asian women but far from thick. 5'1", 95 lbs. My wardrobe consists of dresses, miniskirts and tight pants. My tops are mostly crop tops, where my breasts are pushed together to appear big, despite struggling to fit into a "B" cup. Fortunately, my tits are perky and soft, which makes up for the volume a bit (Or so I tell myself).

I've only seen 2 penis in my life, my ex-boyfriend and his father. For details on that experience, click on "my previous sexual experience" link below.

Two months ago, my parents dropped me off at Salisbury University in Maryland to attend my freshman year of college. It was the first real sense of freedom that I have ever felt. I can go to bed when I want, spend money how I please, hang out with whoever I choose and do whatever I want. Like most of my peers, I did just that. I stayed out late, blew my money on boba tea's and sushi, explored multiple circles of friends and tried new activities. Fast forward to today, I have a total of $19 in my bank account and don't expect to see another dime until I return home for winter break.

My dorm-mate Ashley is one of my only friends here in college so far. She is absolutely stunning; 5'10" (well over 6 feet in heels) huge breasts, a fit butt, blue eyes a thin yet toned stomach and long blonde hair. She is confident, yes soft spoken and the nicest person I have ever met. She was the sexiest women I have ever met and quite honestly, I am completely in awe of her and wish I had her looks, beauty and charisma. She was in the same economic pickle as me, but came early this evening with a huge stash of money. It looked to easily be over $200 dollars. After 30 minutes of begging her to tell me where she got all that cash, she told me she got a job at a strip club a town away. She looked me up and down, then told me I have what it takes to got a job at the club and that I should meet her boss.

This news shocked me. My roommate is showing her body off to strangers? She's touching them? What if they are gross? On the other hand, look at all that money! My mind explodes in a million thoughts a second. Before I could respond, Ashley reiterates that I am stunning, and begs me to interview for a job.

Do you interview at the strip club?

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