8:45 PM, the dressing room is buzzing, everyone is putting the finishing touches on their make-up. Most of the girls are already in costume, G-strings, pasties, and high heels or boots are standard for all the girls. They individualize their outfits from there, the usual stuff you see at a gentlemen’s club, cowgirl hats and vests, French Maid outfits, leather dominatrix corsets with matching thigh high boots, and schoolgirl tops and skirts.Michelle decided to go with the schoolgirl look. Since her stage name is Pollyanna, she thought a schoolgirl theme was most fitting.Nervously, Michelle looks around the dressing room wondering, “What the fuck am I doing here?” Everyone is at least 15 years younger than she is, at 39 she could be some of the girls’ mother. How much had she been drinking when she let the club owner talk her into this? Was it really just the money? Things have been tight since the divorce and being a single mom in today’s economy is so hard. Child support is practically nonexistent from her ex-husband. Just her luck she married an irresponsible bastard. Everything in Michelle’s marriage went downhill when her daughter was born. He wanted a boy so badly, and when Rachel was born, he treated both of them like shit. He was already a controlling asshole, and with the birth of Rachel, he became verbally and physically abusive. All he cared about was selling ‘roids to his buddies at the gym and breeding his pitbulls. He could not keep a steady job, always getting fired or quitting. It was always somebody else’s fault or some conspiracy why he was let go each time. When the police raided their home, Michelle finally had enough, putting him out for good. However, how did Michelle wind up in the dressing room of a strip club? After all, working for My Mortgage Inc. for over 15 years has had its advantages. The money is OK and the benefits are good. Working as a loan officer when she first started and then in the underwriting department was actually fun. But, the move to the collections department has been inconvenient to say the least. The one-hour commute to the new office is really taking its toll on her. Mom and Dad have been helping a lot however, watching Rachel in the evenings until she gets home, and filling up the fridge with groceries whenever they come over is a real big help as well. The bills never stop coming though. Rachel is growing so fast, it seems like she needs new clothes every month, and with dance class, soccer, and piano lessons on top of the usual bills, there is just not enough to make ends meet.When he approached Michelle three weeks ago on her girls’ night out, Marcus, the club owner, said, “On Friday nights you can make 500 easy, and Saturdays close to 1000 without having to spread your legs or suck a single cock. Of course, if you are willing to do that, you can make a lot more; just don’t do that shit in my club. If I get shut down and lose my license because one of my girls is trying to make some extra cash turning tricks on the side, they are a dead girl, is that clear?”1500 for a weekend of work could go a long way towards getting Michelle out of her financial hole, even if it is only 700 a weekend, it will be a big help. It only took her a week to decide to try it. Besides, Michelle’s friend, Mary, had been begging her for weeks to take a pole-dancing class with her last year. She took it just to get Mary to stop nagging her and now it looks like it is finally going to pay off. When she said yes, Michelle told Marcus she was only going to commit to three months and re-evaluate the situation from there. Michelle was so surprised that he agreed to it and was actually hoping he would say “no” as a way out.8:55 PM, the first girl goes on at 9, eight minutes of dancing, two minutes to work the crowd, then a five minute break before the next girl comes on. Michelle is the fourth girl out tonight, Pollyanna. The soft lighting in the dressing room really brings out the beautiful features of her face. The green eye shadow matches her plaid schoolgirl skirt and the pink blush highlights her high cheekbones nicely. Putting on the pink lipstick and playfully pouting in the mirror, Michelle moves her head from side to side, her two ponytails, tied with pink ribbons start to swing freely.Sitting there she thinks, “Yeah, a 39 year old school girl, who the fuck is going to give me any money to watch me shake my Ankara bayan escort tits and fat ass tonight?”Michelle feels her nipples perk up as she ties her white blouse in a loose knot under her 34C breasts. Even after having Rachel, they are still pretty firm and perky, only dropping a little from breastfeeding and age. The pasties are glued on, she is not quite ready to bare it all on stage, and she cannot risk being arrested either, it would cost Michelle her real job if she did. The short plaid skirt barely covers Michelle’s ass, which is still well toned even though her ex is always calling her, “lard ass,” and telling her that she has a big butt. Michelle briefly thinks about how long it has been since a pair of strong hands cupped her ass. Ever since the divorce, she has been too focused on Rachel to get involved with anyone.The white knee-high stockings cover her nice calves. Michelle’s legs have always been her strong suit, very shapely, and wearing heels for so long has really brought out her calves. Patrick at work is always checking them out. He does not know she sees him, but whenever Michelle wears a dress or a skirt, he turns around from his computer a lot more than usual. Asking questions he already knows the answers to, they are just an excuse for him to peek at her legs.9:35 PM, Michelle is up next in five minutes. Standing by the stage, she goes over her routine in her head, a high-energy start, dancing to ‘Bring Me to Life’ by Evanescence followed by a slow grind to ‘Jezebel’ by Sade. Mary had a pole installed in her basement after the dance lessons they took last year and Michelle has been practicing for two weeks with her, getting everything down. The butterflies she used to get before playing in the marching band in college, years ago, are back. The DJ begins to introduce her as she waits by the door to the dressing room.“Gentlemen, remember your childhood girlfriend from Catholic school, the one that wasn’t scared of worms and could run just as fast as you? She knew how to throw a baseball and always wore her cap on backwards as if she was one of the guys? Well, she’s all grown up now and filled out in all the right places, but she still loves to wear her outfit from school. Everyone, make some NOISE for, POLLYANNA, the HOTTEST school girl to ever grace our stage.”Prancing onto the stage as the music starts Michelle goes through her routine flawlessly. Teasing the men as she dances to ‘Bring Me to Life’, shaking her ass and tits as she moves, she just gives them flashes of her breasts, setting them up for ‘Jezebel’. When Sade begins to sing, she drops her top and skirt and adds the pole to her routine. Her moves are so slow and sensuous as she rubs her pussy along the pole sliding up and down it, offering her tits to the crowd when she twirls around it. Michelle gets down on the floor and works her hips and ass as if she is giving some lucky guy the fuck of his life, and the money just flows onto the stage. A few men come up front to get a closer look while she dances and shout words of encouragement.“I have a pole just like that one for you to fuck.”“You can ride my cock like that anytime baby.”“Damn you’re hot! I want a lap dance when you’re done.”“Shake that ass baby, and let me suck on those nice tits when you’re done.”When the song ends all the men by the stage yell as Michelle gathers up the money they threw on it. Lap dances are 25 and she already had two requests before she leaves the stage. A private lap dance in one of the back rooms is 75. The bouncers arrange them. Marcus said after she finished the 25 dances if someone wants a private dance one of the bouncers will escort her to a private room and stay with her during the dance. The no touching policy by the patrons is supposed to be enforced by the bouncer during the dance. With the money she collected from the stage and the two lap dances Michelle guessed she had about 200 so far and she still had to dance two more times tonight.Working the room, Michelle picks up a third lap dance before a bouncer, Joey, comes to get her. Marcus meets her on the way as Joey leads her to a private lap dance room.“Look sweetheart you’re off to a good start, you did a good job on stage and you already have a request for a private dance, don’t fuck it up. Do whatever you want in there as long as his dick stays in his pants and Escort bayan Ankara that G-string stays over your cunt. Too many clubs have been shut down since the Mayor started his ‘holier than thou’ crack down on strip joints and I don’t plan to be one of them. They got sting operations going on every night, don’t know who’s a cop and who’s not anymore, you feel me?”“Yes Marcus, I understand, and I won’t fuck anything up.”Michelle’s palms are sweating as Joey leads her into the room; her nipples harden with anticipation in spite of her nervousness. Joey collects the 75 when she turns and sees the man’s face.“Patrick! What the fuck are you doing here? Shit! No! I quit. What the fuck Patrick, what are you doing here? Oh, my god, I can’t believe you saw me. What the fuck Patrick, Joey, give him his money back, I… I work with him. I can’t dance… I won’t give him a lap dance. No!”“Michelle, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” Patrick stammers, “I, I, it’s just that I, well I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just, WOW, you were so hot dancing and I, well, I just wanted to… I’m sorry, please, you don’t have to do it, and it’s OK. I just think you’re so sexy, and seeing you dance, and I wanted to tell you so many times before, but I can’t… because… well, you know why.” Patrick’s voice trails off as he looks down at the floor.“Shit, Patrick, I’m so embarrassed that you saw me here. What are you doing here?”“You’re embarrassed? When I saw you come out, I almost ran out the door. I don’t want anyone from work knowing that I go to strip clubs, especially you. I didn’t know you worked here; I haven’t been to a club in years and just wanted to get out of the house. I was so shocked when you were dancing on stage, but you were so hot Michelle, I couldn’t leave. I should have just left after you danced, I don’t know what I was thinking when I asked for a private lap dance. I’m so sorry.”Joey interrupts, “Look, are the two of you just going to talk or what? As long as I’m in here, you’re on the clock so there will be no refunds no matter what happens. Mr Marcus don’t give no fuckin’ refunds. So don’t even ask for one, OK buddy?”“Sure, no problem, keep the money,” Patrick says. “Michelle, I had better go, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m sorry. I um, I won’t tell anyone at all about it. I won’t, you have my word.”“Thanks Patrick, believe me, I don’t want anyone to know either, this is my first night working here and it’s such an out of the way place I never thought anyone from work would come here.”“Well, that’s why I picked this club, it’s so out of the way I didn’t think anyone from work would be here either. I’d better go, have a good night, and I’ll uh, I’ll see you Monday.”Michelle watches Patrick leave, thinking, “Shit, oh my god, what the fuck was he doing here? Damn, how can I go to work on Monday, what if he tells everyone, everyone will look at me like I’m white trash, like I’m some kind of slut, a single mom out there walking the streets.”“But, Patrick has been so nice to me. Ever since I moved to the new office, he has been so kind, always offering me encouragement, a shoulder to cry on when I needed it, helping me whenever I asked. He has been so easy to talk to, to share stuff with, he has been safe. Now what? What’s going to happen on Monday?”Michelle goes through her next two sets in a daze. But, she still makes 390 after giving Marcus his cut, not bad for a first night and she really was out of it the last two dances, if she had been focused while she danced she would have made much more. Michelle’s mind is a ball of confusion on the drive home.“What if someone else comes to the club? Will Patrick come back tomorrow or another night? Will he tell anyone at work?”However, as she continues to drive home, her worry slowly fades.“Fuck it, I need the money and it’s only for three months, what’s the worst that can happen anyway? Well, Stan could show up, what a prick. It isn’t bad enough that I have to drive an hour to get to work now; I have to work for Stan as well. I don’t mind Patrick seeing me dancing almost naked, but not Stan. I’ll walk right out if he shows up.”As Michelle pulls into her driveway, she thinks about Patrick watching her dance. Sitting in the car with the engine off closing her eyes, she struggles with her thoughts.“Don’t Michelle; don’t think about him like that, you can’t. Get out of Bayan escort Ankara the car and go into the house. But, he’s a guy, he has to think about me that way, he’s always checking out my legs, and he even told me he has a thing for my feet. No matter how nice they are, how polite, they are still just guys, and deep down, they can’t help themselves.”Michelle slides her hand up to her breast as she hits the button to close the garage door. Squeezing it gently, her hand slowly changes into Patrick’s caramel colored hand. Lifting her breast, he rubs the area right under her tit, wiping the sweat away as he slowly moves his fingers back and forth. Michelle leans back in the seat as he slides his hand over her nipple; his palm brushes across it. Cupping her tit, he takes her nipple between his thumb and forefinger squeezing it, pulling on it gently. He rolls it between his fingers as it hardens, putting just enough pressure on it. He cups Michelle’s tit again, then pinches and pulls her nipple, when he releases it, his thumb circles her areola then he repeats the cycle again.As Michelle rubs his thick forearm, she visualizes the erotic contrast of her white hand sliding along his dark skin, his other hand slides along her stomach, stopping at her belly button, pausing a moment to play with it. Not tickling her, his touch is so light it teases her just the way she likes it. Spreading her thighs a bit, she slowly moves her hips up and down a little, encouraging him to move his hand lower.“Stop it Michelle, get out the car, and don’t think about him, it’s not going to happen. Go into the house, get your vibrator and think about anyone but him as you get off.”Patrick’s fingers pull Michelle’s G-string to the side and part her pussy lips, she covers his hand with hers, forcing two of his fingers inside her slit. Michelle shudders as he penetrates her. Guiding him, she works his fingers in and out of her; Michelle’s wetness covers them. He rubs her g-spot each time she forces his fingers inside her. Closing her thighs, trapping his fingers, Michelle grinds her clit against the palm of his hand until she explodes. Patrick smiles and kisses her gently as he fades away. Exhausted, she climbs out of the car, her legs still trembling from her orgasm, and heads for bed. It is 3 AM and she has to pick Rachel up by ten in the morning.Saturday night is even better than Friday. The club was so crowed, between the money she made on stage and all the lap dances Michelle cleared 1,120. No one she knew showed up either. Michelle was nervous that Patrick might come back, but he did not and everything went well. As Michelle left, Marcus said, “You’re a natural sweetheart, a real natural,” putting a smile on her face for the drive home. Monday morning comes incredibly soon. Michelle hasn’t been this nervous on her morning drive in to work since her first day on the job. Her palms are sliding along the steering wheel and she hopes her deodorant does not go away before she gets into the office.“What is Patrick going to say? Did he call and tell anyone over the weekend?”Michelle arrives an hour before Patrick does and watches the clock slowly tick towards 9 AM. Four new collection files are on her desk so she tries to immerse herself in them to make the time pass.“Good morning, good morning.” Patrick walks in with his usual greeting for everyone as he walks towards his desk.He looks at Michelle, smiles, and says, “Good morning,” as he always does before he takes his seat. The day is just like any other Monday, with chatter about the weekend. Some jokes that are on the cutting edge of political correctness that would make any HR rep cringe if they heard them, and customer’s cussing when called to try to help them catch up on their payments, just another day at My Mortgage Inc. Tuesday and Wednesday are just the same.Thursday morning Michelle decides to wear her khaki skirt, it is a little too short for work but it will pass -who has money for a new wardrobe anyway? When Patrick walks in, she is standing next to Jenny’s desk. He walks by saying good morning and he has already noticed her legs. As the day progresses, Michelle catches him checking them out a few times. Everything is going smoothly until 3:00 PM when it all hits the fan. Stan, their manager, is out all week and Patrick has been backing him up. He has been in meetings all day and comes out of the last one very pissed.Patrick says to no one in particular, “I’ve got to run some numbers for Jack and I don’t know where to begin to get them from. Other people’s incompetence should not make more work for me; I’m going to be here all night.”He sits down and starts working just as a customer starts cussing Michelle out.