Wolf Vixen
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Serena had it all going for her. At least some thought so. She was a straight A student, in her second year of law school. She was there on a scholarship but was finding out that it wasn’t taking care of everything she needed. Sure it paid for tuition but just barely. She still had her books, room and board and even food to contend with. Let alone any miscellaneous things that could possibly pop up. At least she didn’t have a car to deal with, which would have been an added expense.
Serena tried for months to get a job at the local bookstores, restaurants, offices and just about everything else. One day while at one of the fast food places she turned around heading for the door when a gentleman walked up to her, “Excuse me, I overheard that you were looking for a job?” He pulls out a business card and hands it to her, “Just think about it and if you are interested, come see me and I will get you started immediately.” Glancing down at the card, she noticed he was the owner of what appeared to be a local strip club. She had heard the guys in school talking about the strip clubs, well the ones close to school that were rather high end. This one seemed to be a bit away from the school.
Serena huffed at it and tucked it away in her purse, like she would ever become a stripper to pay for college, not likely. Still something in her didn’t just let her toss the card in the trash when she left the store, something told her to hang on to it.
Another month passed by and by now she was living off of peanut butter and bread. Her money was gone and she still had at least 4 more months before the next payment of her scholarship came in, like that even helped her. She again looked through the newspaper and even searched online for any possible want ads.
She was digging through her purse for a pen when she came across the business card again. Pulling it out she took a long look at it, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to at least go talk to him about it. Moving over she rummaged through her drawers until she found enough change to catch the bus. How she would get back, well she would figure that out later.
Looking at herself in the mirror she brushed her fingers through her brown hair that pasted her shoulders, while her dark blue eyes scanned her outfit. She wasn’t the type to be in the middle of a massive party, or even the type to hang out at the local coffee shop. In fact she usually stayed in her room and studied. She really didn’t have any friends, just mainly acquaintances. She certainly didn’t have a boyfriend; she didn’t have time for that. Hell she didn’t have time to even let her body grab her attention when she was horny, in fact she buried herself in her school work and ignored the tingles and aches she felt.
Walking to the corner she waited for the bus to show up. Giving the driver the last bit of money she had to her name she climbed on board and headed to the outskirts of the city. This was probably not the best idea she had, but she was out of options.
Arriving at the club, she noticed the front doors were locked. She knocked on the door and a rather huge man came to the door. When he opened it and his deep timber voice rang out she felt a chill slide down her spine, “Umm, Bill gave me his card and told me to come see him.” The man gave one short nod and held the door open for her. She had to duck under his arm that was twice the size of her leg to get through the small opening that he left.
He turned once the door was locked again and started to walk away. Serena followed while her eyes darted around the dimly lit place. It looked like just about any other club she had been to, well except for the small stages places strategically here and there and the poles that were at opposite ends of the bar. Serena could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the massive man took her to the back office, knocking once before opening the door and again holding it open for her.
She stepped into the office, her eyes glancing over the sparse furniture before coming to land on the same man that gave her the card. He smiled and pointed to the chair in front of his desk, “Good to see you again, please come in and take a seat. So have you decided to come work for me?” Serena took a seat and still flicked her eyes around the room before they landed on him again, “I don’t know. I came to talk to you about what you were looking for.”
Bill sat back in his chair, crossing his hands over his belly and smiled, “I see you are new to this, which is okay. What I need is a young girl, your age, to dance a bit for my patrons. I don’t demand anything from you other than keeping them happy, but we do have rules for them. They aren’t allowed to touch you without your permission….plain and simple. We do ask that you strip as far down as the bra and thong, but any further is totally up to you. You can go as far as being nude or not. We provide all the costumes for you, you get to keep all your tips and we take 20% of what the business makes that night to pay you with. So you can make anywhere from $100 a night to $500 a night, even more some of the girls make. So in essence the more pleased the patrons are, the more money the put into the place, the more you get paid. That is simple is it not?”
Serena was trying to take it all in. She had never ever thought of doing anything like this before and she didn’t know why she was thinking of it now. She went over everything in her head, more than once. It sounded pretty simple but she was still worried, “So the customers can’t touch you without your permission?” Bill just nodded in response. She thought a bit more on it, “How many customers do you get from the colleges in the city?” Bill smiled to her, understanding her concern, “We do not get many at all because they can’t get past the fancy ones within walking distance. Do not worry, we have a makeup artist for the girls and your own mother wouldn’t even recognize you.”
Serena nodded again. It sounded like a pretty good deal, she would make what she needed and all she had to do was dance around in her bra and thong….she could do that. Her eyes met Bills again even while her fingers gripped her purse with nervousness, “Okay, when do I start?” Bill leaned forward, “Great! When would you like to start? I can start you tonight or you can come in a few nights and watched the girls. Up to you, but the sooner you start dancing, the sooner you will make the big bucks. Until then I can only give you $100 a week. Look at it as training pay.”
Serena nodded, “I wouldn’t mind watching a bit, at least tonight.” Bill got up from his desk, “Good good, then you can be back tomorrow night and start your first night with us. I am sure the guys will love you!” He stepped over to a file cabinet and pulled out a file and handed it to her, “Bring this back tomorrow night, it is just all your paperwork we need to pay you. The tips aren’t reported so the girls put down $20 a week. The government knows they can’t prove it so they leave it alone, besides we pay them enough in taxes anyway.” Bill walked her to the door and opened it before calling out, “Cindy…..this is,” he looked back to Serena, “Serena,” she said. “This is Serena, show her around will ya. She will be watching you girls tonight and start tomorrow. Think up a good name for her too.”
Cindy was a cute little blond that was sucking on a lollipop and had a rather bubbly personality, which totally gave off the impression of dumb blonde. She took one look at Serena and smiled, “Mmmm I would have to say Foxxxy, with 3 xs. Come Serena, let me show you around.” Bill laughed behind them, “Cindy you were always good at naming the girls!” He closed the door and Cindy proceeded to show her around the club, telling her of the ins and outs of the club and the behind the scenes gossip.
Serena tried for months to get a job at the local bookstores, restaurants, offices and just about everything else. One day while at one of the fast food places she turned around heading for the door when a gentleman walked up to her, “Excuse me, I overheard that you were looking for a job?” He pulls out a business card and hands it to her, “Just think about it and if you are interested, come see me and I will get you started immediately.” Glancing down at the card, she noticed he was the owner of what appeared to be a local strip club. She had heard the guys in school talking about the strip clubs, well the ones close to school that were rather high end. This one seemed to be a bit away from the school.
Serena huffed at it and tucked it away in her purse, like she would ever become a stripper to pay for college, not likely. Still something in her didn’t just let her toss the card in the trash when she left the store, something told her to hang on to it.
Another month passed by and by now she was living off of peanut butter and bread. Her money was gone and she still had at least 4 more months before the next payment of her scholarship came in, like that even helped her. She again looked through the newspaper and even searched online for any possible want ads.
She was digging through her purse for a pen when she came across the business card again. Pulling it out she took a long look at it, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to at least go talk to him about it. Moving over she rummaged through her drawers until she found enough change to catch the bus. How she would get back, well she would figure that out later.
Looking at herself in the mirror she brushed her fingers through her brown hair that pasted her shoulders, while her dark blue eyes scanned her outfit. She wasn’t the type to be in the middle of a massive party, or even the type to hang out at the local coffee shop. In fact she usually stayed in her room and studied. She really didn’t have any friends, just mainly acquaintances. She certainly didn’t have a boyfriend; she didn’t have time for that. Hell she didn’t have time to even let her body grab her attention when she was horny, in fact she buried herself in her school work and ignored the tingles and aches she felt.
Walking to the corner she waited for the bus to show up. Giving the driver the last bit of money she had to her name she climbed on board and headed to the outskirts of the city. This was probably not the best idea she had, but she was out of options.
Arriving at the club, she noticed the front doors were locked. She knocked on the door and a rather huge man came to the door. When he opened it and his deep timber voice rang out she felt a chill slide down her spine, “Umm, Bill gave me his card and told me to come see him.” The man gave one short nod and held the door open for her. She had to duck under his arm that was twice the size of her leg to get through the small opening that he left.
He turned once the door was locked again and started to walk away. Serena followed while her eyes darted around the dimly lit place. It looked like just about any other club she had been to, well except for the small stages places strategically here and there and the poles that were at opposite ends of the bar. Serena could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the massive man took her to the back office, knocking once before opening the door and again holding it open for her.
She stepped into the office, her eyes glancing over the sparse furniture before coming to land on the same man that gave her the card. He smiled and pointed to the chair in front of his desk, “Good to see you again, please come in and take a seat. So have you decided to come work for me?” Serena took a seat and still flicked her eyes around the room before they landed on him again, “I don’t know. I came to talk to you about what you were looking for.”
Bill sat back in his chair, crossing his hands over his belly and smiled, “I see you are new to this, which is okay. What I need is a young girl, your age, to dance a bit for my patrons. I don’t demand anything from you other than keeping them happy, but we do have rules for them. They aren’t allowed to touch you without your permission….plain and simple. We do ask that you strip as far down as the bra and thong, but any further is totally up to you. You can go as far as being nude or not. We provide all the costumes for you, you get to keep all your tips and we take 20% of what the business makes that night to pay you with. So you can make anywhere from $100 a night to $500 a night, even more some of the girls make. So in essence the more pleased the patrons are, the more money the put into the place, the more you get paid. That is simple is it not?”
Serena was trying to take it all in. She had never ever thought of doing anything like this before and she didn’t know why she was thinking of it now. She went over everything in her head, more than once. It sounded pretty simple but she was still worried, “So the customers can’t touch you without your permission?” Bill just nodded in response. She thought a bit more on it, “How many customers do you get from the colleges in the city?” Bill smiled to her, understanding her concern, “We do not get many at all because they can’t get past the fancy ones within walking distance. Do not worry, we have a makeup artist for the girls and your own mother wouldn’t even recognize you.”
Serena nodded again. It sounded like a pretty good deal, she would make what she needed and all she had to do was dance around in her bra and thong….she could do that. Her eyes met Bills again even while her fingers gripped her purse with nervousness, “Okay, when do I start?” Bill leaned forward, “Great! When would you like to start? I can start you tonight or you can come in a few nights and watched the girls. Up to you, but the sooner you start dancing, the sooner you will make the big bucks. Until then I can only give you $100 a week. Look at it as training pay.”
Serena nodded, “I wouldn’t mind watching a bit, at least tonight.” Bill got up from his desk, “Good good, then you can be back tomorrow night and start your first night with us. I am sure the guys will love you!” He stepped over to a file cabinet and pulled out a file and handed it to her, “Bring this back tomorrow night, it is just all your paperwork we need to pay you. The tips aren’t reported so the girls put down $20 a week. The government knows they can’t prove it so they leave it alone, besides we pay them enough in taxes anyway.” Bill walked her to the door and opened it before calling out, “Cindy…..this is,” he looked back to Serena, “Serena,” she said. “This is Serena, show her around will ya. She will be watching you girls tonight and start tomorrow. Think up a good name for her too.”
Cindy was a cute little blond that was sucking on a lollipop and had a rather bubbly personality, which totally gave off the impression of dumb blonde. She took one look at Serena and smiled, “Mmmm I would have to say Foxxxy, with 3 xs. Come Serena, let me show you around.” Bill laughed behind them, “Cindy you were always good at naming the girls!” He closed the door and Cindy proceeded to show her around the club, telling her of the ins and outs of the club and the behind the scenes gossip.
