Thread: You're My Father? (nothingbutporcelain and Quietman)

Callie tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear as she walked into the strip club, immediately heading to the back room so she could get ready for her show. At her high school she had been on the dancing team so she was very experienced with dancing. People probably wouldn't be all that shocked to find out she was now stripping. Everyone at her school knew about how messed up her life was. Ever since she lost her mother things had really gone downhill for her. She was always a bit of a wild child but that was mostly because her father took her virginity when she was young so she never really recovered from that. She was damaged goods. The only place she belonged was now at the strip club. She liked her work because it wasn't all that challenging and she was really good at it but sometimes it felt degrading. When she got to give lap dances to hot, charming men it was lots of fun but it wasn't so much fun when she had to give them to over-weight men who were disgusting. Those kind of men always touched her when she had the no touching rule. Sometimes she was so desperate for money that she'd allow them to touch her for a little extra money and she'd even give them head or let them fuck her if they paid her enough. She knew she was a hooker now but she tried not to think about it. That was why she drank and did so many drugs. They helped her forget how messed up her life really was. Callie sat in the makeup chair and added lots of black eye liner and mascara, knowing her makeup needed to be very dramatic so all of the guys in the crowd would be able to see it. Her long blonde hair was worn down and in soft curls. She was a very thin girl but luckily she did have some curves. Her stomach was perfectly flat but her chest was some what large. She wasn't huge or anything but it looked good with her thin frame. It would have looked odd if she had huge breasts. Guys would like her because she had more than enough for them to grab but they weren't too huge. Guys had always liked them in the past so she hoped they would like her tonight and tip her a lot. Callie had on a bright red laced, push up bra and a matching g string. On her feet were five inch black stiletto heels that made her impossibly long legs look even longer than they really were. Callie was a fairly short girl, only 5'1 and she was very small in size, probably weighing ninety-five pounds at most. She was very fragile and breakable looking so most guys figured she wouldn't be into rough, wild sex but they were always wrong about her. Callie was completely addicted to rough sex. She could be a real animal in the bedroom. She took a deep breath before leaving the dressing room. This is what she did every night of the week. It was lots of fun in the beginning but she definitely didn't get the thrill she used to get when first stepping on stage. The guys still loved her, of course. Ever since the first night she worked here the guys loved her. Everyone knew she was the best and got the biggest tips. All the other girls pretty much hated Callie and tried to make her life a living hell because they were so jealous of her. They couldn't take knowing some seventeen year old was better than they were when they'd been doing this for years. So her job definitely wasn't ideal but she really had no other choice. She'd be completely broke without this job. Callie finally walked onto stage, smirking as the crowd went wild and started screaming out her name. Callie slid her fingers down her seductive curves, moving her hips with the rhythm of the music, sliding alluringly up and down the length of the hard pole and felt how her body was heating. She shivered as desire took over her body and moaned softly. She then climbed her pole till she reached the top and wrapped her legs around it, swaying her silken hair to the rhythm of the music, feeling how her heartbeat was rising up as the cold steel rubbed her inner thighs and turned her on.