Stripping For My Nephew
I am NOT the author. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here.
Now this story goes here as:
I slid my hands over my skinny toned stomach as I smoothly put my slinky black bra over my round D cup breasts. My nipples were still erect from my performance.
I slid on a white wool sweater and tied my silky blond hair into a loose bun.
I pulled out the last of the bills that were stuck in the waistline of my thong and organized them in a neat pile before putting them into my bag.
“How’s the crowd tonight Carly?”
“Not bad Stacy, a few horny businessmen but I’m afraid I milked them for everything they have hun.” I winked as I looked up at the familiar face of Stacy, a stripper who was about to start her nightly shift.
She laughed
“You would you whore!”
I laughed
“Don’t worry Stace, I’m thinking about retiring soon, I’m almost 27 now, it might be time for me to find a real job.”
“A real job? Carls you pull in more stripping then most women see in their lives!”
“Hmm, you ARE right about that.” I giggled
She laughed
“Oh Carly, this job has gotten a lot less fun since you’ve taken the matinee shift, when you switching back?”
“Oh just a couple weeks more I think; My sister is going through a pretty ugly divorce, she asked me to take care of her k** for a couple of weeks while they get all their paperwork figured out.”
She replied
“Hmm, and your sister is alright with leaving her kid with a stripper.”
“I don’t know about a stripper, but she’s alright with leaving her son with his loving Aunt, which is what I am. I’ve always loved that kid as if he was my son; and my sister knows that” I explained
She smiled back, seemingly accepting my explanation. She continued
“Well it’s about show time, I got to get going, come back ASAP I miss you, and by the way the tips are a lot better this time of night.” She laughed
“Alright bye Stace.”
She walked past me and towards the stage. I put on a comfortable pair of jeans as I heard an emphatic cheer coming from the drunks in the audience.
I am NOT the author. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here.
Now this story goes here as:
I slid my hands over my skinny toned stomach as I smoothly put my slinky black bra over my round D cup breasts. My nipples were still erect from my performance.
I slid on a white wool sweater and tied my silky blond hair into a loose bun.
I pulled out the last of the bills that were stuck in the waistline of my thong and organized them in a neat pile before putting them into my bag.
“How’s the crowd tonight Carly?”
“Not bad Stacy, a few horny businessmen but I’m afraid I milked them for everything they have hun.” I winked as I looked up at the familiar face of Stacy, a stripper who was about to start her nightly shift.
She laughed
“You would you whore!”
I laughed
“Don’t worry Stace, I’m thinking about retiring soon, I’m almost 27 now, it might be time for me to find a real job.”
“A real job? Carls you pull in more stripping then most women see in their lives!”
“Hmm, you ARE right about that.” I giggled
She laughed
“Oh Carly, this job has gotten a lot less fun since you’ve taken the matinee shift, when you switching back?”
“Oh just a couple weeks more I think; My sister is going through a pretty ugly divorce, she asked me to take care of her k** for a couple of weeks while they get all their paperwork figured out.”
She replied
“Hmm, and your sister is alright with leaving her kid with a stripper.”
“I don’t know about a stripper, but she’s alright with leaving her son with his loving Aunt, which is what I am. I’ve always loved that kid as if he was my son; and my sister knows that” I explained
She smiled back, seemingly accepting my explanation. She continued
“Well it’s about show time, I got to get going, come back ASAP I miss you, and by the way the tips are a lot better this time of night.” She laughed
“Alright bye Stace.”
She walked past me and towards the stage. I put on a comfortable pair of jeans as I heard an emphatic cheer coming from the drunks in the audience.