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Im Not Even a Stripper! (But I Still Had My Backdoor Blasted!): A First Anal Sex Erotica Story Regina Walters

Im Not Even a Stripper! (But I Still Had My Backdoor Blasted!): A First Anal Sex Erotica Story

Regina Walters

Published June 28th 2014
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Kindle Edition
10 pages
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The local strip club, Teasers, wanted to hire more strippers, and it was just a matter of time before one of us was dared into doing it. That’s just how my friends and I operated—the more outlandish the dare, the better. Wouldn’t you know it…thisMoreThe local strip club, Teasers, wanted to hire more strippers, and it was just a matter of time before one of us was dared into doing it. That’s just how my friends and I operated—the more outlandish the dare, the better. Wouldn’t you know it…this time, the dare was mine and I was the friend who had to audition for the position. Position…now that’s a great word. I sure as hell ended up auditioning for a position, only it was bent over with my ass in the air as the club manager took my untouched ass! First anal sex for a job I didn’t really want!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity including first anal sex, striptease, rough deep throat, rough sex, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.Here is a preview:I stood up, suddenly nervous, and stripped out of my skirt and blouse. I wasn’t sure if, once down to nothing but my underwear, I was supposed to start dancing or not, so I shifted from foot-to-foot uncomfortably.He twirled a finger around in the air, signaling me to rotate. I complied. When I’d made a full circle and was facing him again, he nodded once and said, “Okay. Go.”“There’s no music.”With an obviously irritated roll of his eyes, he grabbed the remote off of the table and turned on the surround sound. I was instantly hit with the bass-heavy music that was pumping out in the main showroom. Having no other reason to delay, I started swaying my hips self-consciously.Johnny was clearly bored. After about two seconds of watching me, his eyes started roaming idly around the room. I felt a rush of humiliation, but that was quickly overtaken by a surge of anger. What an asshole! Here I was, practically nude in front of him, dancing like a fucking fool, and he didn’t even have the consideration to watch?Boiling inside, I threw all caution to the wind. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, throwing my head back, and began rolling my hips the same way I did to attract male attention at the clubs. I lifted my hands in the air, grinding the air so enthusiastically that any man would have wanted to sprint over and join me.Any man except Johnny, that is.He was looking at me again, but it was through scornful eyes. His fingers tapped absent-mindedly on his thigh, and he actually had the gall to yawn. He yawned.“Fuck this,” I snarled, utterly furious at this point. I was determined to make him pay attention, whether he wanted to or not. Strutting forward to him, I dropped to my knees and seized his waistline. My fingers fumbled for a second with the button, and I unzipped his jeans unceremoniously.