Getting A Job

Damn! If I didn’t find a job soon I was going to be in serious trouble. 

Six months ago, I’d been full of youthful optimism, convinced I had what it took to be a writer. All the big publishing houses were in the city though and it didn’t take long for me to decide that that’s where I needed to be. Within a month I’d moved out of my parents’ house and was living in my own little rented room right in the city centre.

It had been great at first, but the money had soon run out. My landlady was giving me a hard time because I was two months late with the rent; bills were piling up daily and still not a job in sight, not even an interview

I thought back to the phone conversation I’d had the night before with my best friend, Julia.

“Look you should at least consider it Susi, it’s a great way to make money, and it only need be a temporary thing, just until you get some proper work”

I knew she was right. After all, when you’re in the position I’m in, you have to do whatever it takes, and ‘exotic dancing’ isn’t so bad, is it? 

I didn’t know much about the strip clubs around here, the only one I had heard of was The Trolius Club in the red light district, but that seemed as good a place as any to start.

Early that afternoon, I dressed carefully in the sexiest, sluttiest clothes I had. When finally ready, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, the micro short skirt and low-cut blouse showed off my figure to perfection, at least I looked the part.

I made my way to the club, where the burly doorman gave me a friendly leer as he opened the door, and directed me to go down the stairway. I walked through the deserted reception area, and paused for a moment, I could hear a beat of music that seemed to waft from somewhere below. Looking around I could only see one stairway, so I made my way down them to the gloomy cavern below.

Even at 3 in the afternoon there were several groups of men sitting in comfortable looking chairs around the club, each group had it’s own private ‘dancer’ in various stages of undress, all teasing and tormenting the watching men.

I made straight for the bar, where a good-looking guy whom I took to be the bartender, was leaning on his elbows looking bored.

“Hi, I er…wondered if you have any vacancies, for um…dancers?”

His eyes gave me a very slow up and down appraisal of my body.

“Maybe”

“Oh okay, well is your boss in today?”

“I AM the boss baby, Martin Trolius, pleased to meet yer”

I swallowed hard; barely able to believe this gorgeous looking man was also the owner of the club.

Suddenly his eyes crinkled into a warm smile, and he leant towards me, 

“Come to my office baby”

He led me to the back of the club into an office, once inside he closed and locked the door behind him, then turning to face me, he said,

“Well show me what you got”

I couldn’t believe how abrupt he was, but I thought ‘Well you’ve come this far Susi, so what the hell’ 

Slowly I began to move to the music that was playing out in the club. As my hips swayed, I unbuttoned my low-cut blouse, and slid it off my shoulders exposing my bare breasts. Seeing his eyes fixed on my hard nipples began to excite me, and I could feel myself really getting into the swing of it. As I danced, I undid the short skirt and slid it down slowly over my hips, leaving just my high heels and g-string panties.

He never took his eyes off me for a moment, a huge bulge in his jeans clearly evident. I loved the effect I was having on him and slowly danced closer, until I was standing about a foot away. Once I was directly in front of him, I very slowly took off the panties.

By now I was so turned on that my pussy was soaking wet, and almost without thinking, I reached out my hand and began to lightly run my fingers over his now rock hard cock through the material of the jeans. 

“Well, do I get the job?” I teased.

“It’s not that easy to get a job here baby, you’re going to have to prove yourself more than that.”

I tried to keep the note of desperation out of my voice,

“Look Mr Trolius, I could really do with this job, I’ll do anything you say.”

Holding my gaze, he murmured,

“I’m glad to hear that”

He walked over to a couch and sitting down on it, said,

“Show me how good your private dance is”

Slowly I began to dance again, moving closer and closer until I was straddling him. My legs were wide apart and I was still dancing, just a couple of inches separated us.
“Dance closer baby”

Without hesitating I lowered myself down onto his lap and began to move my ass to stimulate his cock. I had realised he was well hung but didn’t expect him to feel as large as he did. I began to offer him my breasts, bringing them to within a ½ inch of his mouth and then pulling them just out of reach before he could touch.

I spent the next few minutes rubbing my pussy against his cock; I knew I was bringing him to the edge. 

Suddenly he grabbed me, and began to lick and suck on my breasts. The feeling it had on my body was incredible; my pussy was on fire. I knew if this lasted much longer I would have a tremendous orgasm. Then just when I was getting close the song abruptly ended. 

Remembering just why I was there, I took a moment to compose myself, and I climbed off his lap and asked again, 

“So do I get the job now?” 

He didn’t answer, just unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, I could only gape at his rock hard cock, it must have measured a good 9 inches.

“Come here and sit on this”

I straddled him again, this time allowing the head of his cock to press against my pussy lips. He placed his hands on my waist and suddenly pulled me down hard onto him. I gasped and moaned as he filled me completely, I started to ride him, while his grip dictated the pace. He began to suck and bite my breasts and nipples again, teasing then with his teeth. Within moments an orgasm hit me in waves, I began screaming,

“Oh God yes! OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOH”

I could feel my pussy juice flooding him, and running out hot and wet over his balls. He groaned,

“You are one hot bitch Susi. Where do you want me to cum?”

Sliding off him and onto my knees, I whispered,

“I want you to cum in my mouth Mr Trolius, let me swallow your cum”

He looked down at his cock, wrapped his hand around it and stroked it a couple times, looking into my eyes he said 

“Okay baby, and you’d better do a good job of it”

I knelt down in front of him and taking his cock, covered in my sweet, sticky juice, into both of my hands, began to lick and suck on it. Treating his cock like it was a lollypop, I gave him the best blow- job I have ever given to a man. I took my time and spent a long while teasing with my tongue, before I let him cum. He groaned out loud and exploded into the most intense orgasm I have ever seen a guy have. Just as he began to cum into my mouth, I pulled his cock out and let him spray all over my face and breasts.

He fell back against the chair panting.

Standing up I said,

“So, when do I start Mr Trolius?”