The lights dim

Fog rolls across the floor

All eyes turn to the stage...

All at once, the lighting kicks into overdrive and the sound system brings the whole club to life!

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, put your hands together for your favorite 'Cheaters' girl and mine.... <your name here>"!

The curtains part with force and out you step, authoritative. Confident. In charge. You make a few rounds on the pole, and smile down at the regulars. It's another Thursday night at Cheaters Gentleman's Club, and you've got a job to do. You start off slow enough, licking the pole and making eye contact with what you're sure will be the big spenders of the night. Then you give some crawl service to your front row. You dutifully press your chest into their face and let them put money down your g-string with their mouths.

Then it's on to the pole. You spin to the music, letting its rhythm control your body. Waves of sound control your gyrations. You're a slave to their eyes, to the music. Off goes your top to furious applause! The pole greets your willing legs, and soon you're spinning at break-neck speeds, letting the music control your hands as they move across your body. You can feel the power of your sex amplified by your performance gripping the crowd.

The song finally ends, and you smile, waving politely to the gentlemen with a wink and a kiss, and trot back to the staging room.

You hate that you have to do this just to make ends meet. Moreover, you hate that sometimes you actually enjoy the feeling you get from this dirty business, when you feel a hard cock pressing desperately against a pair of jeans when you've been commissioned for a lapdance, or the playful slaps on the ass as you walk by. You hate that you've even taken a few of these guys home! The longer you work here, the more you feel yourself becoming a different person.

But no time to think of that. There's work to be done. You replace your top and store away your tips, stepping out onto the floor. It's not long before the manager pulls you aside. He's a disgusting fat body, complete with cheap suit, bald head and cigar.

"No floor for you, baby. You've got one in the VIP room. Asked for you personally."

Great, you thought. I guess my reputation proceeds me.

The excitement at Cheaters is starting early tonight...

Hey there! I'm looking to build something of a story here. I'd like to tell the tale of a sweet young woman seduced into the stripper life. I'd rather this wasn't a quickie and gone situation. I'd love to explore what makes this girl tick, and the decisions she makes. She should be smart, witty, but careful to pick and choose her battles.

If you're interested, I'd love to hear from you. Here is my kink list. Let's see what happens next to poor... <insert name here>.

P.S. Please state your name (or stripper name, as it were) in your message to me.