On That Grind

I'm Content

Victoria in the mm

I walked into the strip club a little nervous. I'll never get used to the smell, naked women and the gross looking men that were around here. The guard recognized my face and let me right in. I went straight to the back where the dressing room was so I could change into my outfit. Every time I went into the dressing room there were always the same nasty hoes that would always try to start something.

They believed that I thought that I was too good to strip, but in all honesty I just can't bring myself to basically sell my body for money. My reasons would be completely different than theirs. Just the thought of it made me feel like I was degrading myself. But if your stripping because it builds your confidence and you truly love it that is very good for you.

After changing into the bra and panties that I had I went out into the main area. Music was blasting and the club was packed. I got a lot of stares and looks from guys making me feel uncomfortable so I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. I hurriedly went to the upper level where the bosses office was at. I lightly knocked on his door waiting for him to let me come in. Almost immediately I heard moaning coming from a female. I turned around to leave so I could give them their privacy.

As I was leaving the door swung open. Jasmine, a veteran stripper, walked out adjusting her underwear. She didn't have on a bra or anything but the thin piece of fabric that covered her lower half. I moved out of her way not wanting to give her any reason to start any problems. She was a hot head for real.

I walked in as he was putting his clothes back on. I avoided looking so he wouldn't get any ideas.

"Angel! What brings you to my office?" He asked excitedly calling me by the stripper name he gave me less than a week ago. He said Angel fit me well because I could never do wrong.

"Hey Mike, I was just coming to let you know that this will be my last day here. It's not that I don't like the club or anything. It's just...It's not me. I don't belong here." I said trying to convince him and myself why I shouldn't be working here.

"I know." He simply said. "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize it. But please have a seat." He walked over and pulled out a chair that was across from his desk. I sat hesitantly. I had no clue it would be this easy to just quit.

He sat down in his chair and looked me over. "I don't know if you know this or not but about two years or so ago this place was about to be shut down. They were saying that I was doing some illegal business in here and that my license had expired. I started looking for some kind of help and all of a sudden a young guy by the name of David showed up. He helped me straighten all of this out and donated generously to the funds of this club. He asked for nothing in return."

I looked at him unbelieving. He couldn't be talking about my David.

"I heard he had a family somewhere but he never shared too much information. Once I heard he was killed I had to find them so I could repay my debt to him in some way. I had my men look into it and he had a fiance and a child. You and DJ. Once you walked into my club I could see the desperation in your eyes. I could see the pain that you have been through. I knew you wouldn't last a month in here." He started laughing. "I would like to give you $25,000 as gratitude for what David did for me." He said handing me a check.

My head was hurting. I felt a single hot tear run down my face but I vowed I would stop crying about it so I wiped it away quickly. Should I accept the check? Or should I just thank him for the job and leave? I don't know.

"Please don't be difficult. Take the money. If you don't take it I might get offended." He said seriously.

"Thank you Mike. I appreciate it a lot. Thank you!" I said taking the check and holding it tightly while exiting the office. I left the club with no intentions on coming back.