wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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Her name tag read Angel, but it wasn't her real name. None of the girls that worked at Teasers used their real names. Her ream name was Kelsey, but she had a fake ID so that she could work at the strip joint as a cocktail waitress. She was only 19.
Kelsey had been accepted at her dream university, but her family had no way to help her pay for it. She had tried to work retail to keep up with what financial aid didn't cover, but she couldn't make enough money. And the schedule made it impossible to maintain her classload of 21 hours.
Kelsey had been studying on her break. She read about Colonial American History as the music thrummed around her. Her reddish brown hair was curled and pinned up, showing off her bare shoulders and slender neck. The halter top of her uniform was low cut and showed off her ample cleavage. Her creamy freckled skin seemed popular with the men that came in. Her long legs were bare and her little black shorts were so short, that her ass cheeks poked out of the legs.
Mr. Sokolov had to know that she wasn't old enough to work in the club, but he didn't care. He knew his clientele would enjoy ogling her, and his cocktail waitresses made good tips, if they kept their eyes down, their mouths shut, and allowed the customers to slide their hands across their thighs and breasts.
Kelsey needed the money and girls that needed the money made for the best employees. He knew she would make him a fortune. She didn't drink much, she didn't use, she didn't smoke. She had a shy, naivete that most girls in his joint couldn't even remember.
He knew she would catch someone's eye. He thought it might be his boss or one of the cops on his payroll. But it was one of his VIP clients that made it clear that he wanted to get a closer look at "Angel". Sokolov moved Kelsey off of the main floor and told her that she was wanted in the VIP room. Kelsey was frisked by a large Asian man before she was allowed to slip behind the velvet curtain. She figured he was just copping a feel but he seemed very intent to make sure that she didn't have any weapons.
She heard the words of an Asian language swirled around her with such speed and emotion that she had no idea what they might be talking about. The client had a bottle of the finest champagne in front of him, but he wasn't drinking it.
He looked over at Sokolov and nodded. He said a word in English which surprised Kelsey.
"Auction" Was the word. She looked between the two men confused. She felt a sting in her neck and then the world faded to black.
Kelsey had been accepted at her dream university, but her family had no way to help her pay for it. She had tried to work retail to keep up with what financial aid didn't cover, but she couldn't make enough money. And the schedule made it impossible to maintain her classload of 21 hours.
Kelsey had been studying on her break. She read about Colonial American History as the music thrummed around her. Her reddish brown hair was curled and pinned up, showing off her bare shoulders and slender neck. The halter top of her uniform was low cut and showed off her ample cleavage. Her creamy freckled skin seemed popular with the men that came in. Her long legs were bare and her little black shorts were so short, that her ass cheeks poked out of the legs.
Mr. Sokolov had to know that she wasn't old enough to work in the club, but he didn't care. He knew his clientele would enjoy ogling her, and his cocktail waitresses made good tips, if they kept their eyes down, their mouths shut, and allowed the customers to slide their hands across their thighs and breasts.
Kelsey needed the money and girls that needed the money made for the best employees. He knew she would make him a fortune. She didn't drink much, she didn't use, she didn't smoke. She had a shy, naivete that most girls in his joint couldn't even remember.
He knew she would catch someone's eye. He thought it might be his boss or one of the cops on his payroll. But it was one of his VIP clients that made it clear that he wanted to get a closer look at "Angel". Sokolov moved Kelsey off of the main floor and told her that she was wanted in the VIP room. Kelsey was frisked by a large Asian man before she was allowed to slip behind the velvet curtain. She figured he was just copping a feel but he seemed very intent to make sure that she didn't have any weapons.
She heard the words of an Asian language swirled around her with such speed and emotion that she had no idea what they might be talking about. The client had a bottle of the finest champagne in front of him, but he wasn't drinking it.
He looked over at Sokolov and nodded. He said a word in English which surprised Kelsey.
"Auction" Was the word. She looked between the two men confused. She felt a sting in her neck and then the world faded to black.