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

Callie always loved being on stage. There was nothing more thrilling than hearing everyone scream out your name and knowing that they all wished they could fuck you. Of course they weren't screaming out 'Callie' since that wasn't the name she used for stripping. They were all calling out 'Candy' which was her stripper name. Still it sounded like music to her ears. Whenever she got on stage the excitement always took over and she lost herself in her dancing. She was the best stripper here for a reason. She made eye contact with almost every guy at least once while she was on stage because she wanted to make them all feel special. The more special they felt the more they would tip her. Callie would be lying if she said she wasn't doing this for the money. Sure she was also doing it because it was a great thrill and so much fun but she was a seventeen year old girl who was broke living in a crappy studio apartment where she had to fuck her landlord instead of paying rent because she couldn't afford it. Plus she had an expensive shopping habit. Without her job she would never be able to afford all the nice designer clothing she loved so much. If she didn't always blow her money on silly things like clothes and manis and pedis then she'd probably have the money to pay her rent but Callie was just used to using her body to get what she wanted. She'd been this way for years. She had a perfect body so she might as well use it to her advantage. Callie leaned forward against the pole, showing her ass to the dance floor and flipped her skirt upwards for a brief second, just long enough to flash a view of what is underneath. She then took it back down into its place and smiled devilishly. She giggled softly and spanked her ass, smirking as the crowd began to scream out even louder than before. They always loved it when she was on stage. She was the youngest girl here and also the sexiest one. Technically she shouldn't have been stripping since she was only seventeen but luckily she was able to convince her boss to let her work here. The second she gave him her own little private dance he hired her immediately. All she had to do was grind her ass against his crotch and he was a sucker for her. Of course they ended up having sex at some point. He said she could keep working here as long as she gave him sex once a month. He was a married man but weren't they all? Callie wasn't proud of her life but it was the way she was used to living. She kept hoping someone would come save her from this life she lived but she knew it would never happen. She turned toward the crowd and slowly slid off her top, revealing the purple animal print push up bra that was underneath it. The guys started screaming out even louder once they saw those large, perky breasts and her perfectly flat stomach. They all wanted to see more and she was going to give them what they wanted soon. After all her show didn't last all night. She usually had an hour on stage. Her eyes landed on the sexy man in the audience and she smirked at him as she slowly inched her skirt down her thighs, revealing that sexy laced thong she had on. He was a cute one. She'd have to go see if he wanted a lap dance later.