In my second year, I was a student who was constantly short of money. My story was the classic scenario of a provincial girl who came to the big city to conquer it, but not Moscow, but the southern capital – Sochi.
I had been living in this city for two years, studying to be a primary school teacher, but I couldn’t find a job. The reason was that half of the day was taken up with lectures and no one wanted to hire me for the rest of the time – no one wanted a student. But one day fate smiled on me. After noticing my constant financial difficulties and hungry expression, my fellow student Katya suggested that I start working for them as a GO-GO dancer. Fortunately, I had the right looks and figure, as God had not discriminated against me in this regard. Constant malnutrition also made me look like the models who walk the catwalks of Parisian fashion houses. In addition, my slim body was accompanied by a surprisingly appetizing bust size of 75C. Usually, girls with my proportions would be happy with a size 75A. But in my case, these advantages seemed to fall out of low-cut clothes. I agreed immediately, as my financial situation was really catastrophic.
The next day, after class, I went with Katja to meet the chief choreographer and director, who was both in one person. He turned out to be a very pleasant, youthful man with a toned, athletic figure named Nikolai. He liked me immediately, as he told me right after I had undressed. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that the dance I was ultimately supposed to perform was a completely normal striptease. But hey, no big deal – no sex, and I was grateful for that.
I stripped down to my underwear and turned around in front of Kolya, a little embarrassed. It was a little awkward, of course, because it’s not every day that you get the chance to expose yourself in front of a stranger. But Nikolai quickly stopped me and said that if I wanted to work in this field, I would have to forget my sense of shame. The men who came to the places where I would work wanted to see confident, naked women, not shy, uptight matrons. So I relaxed and started moving slowly to the music that Nikolai had put on. He asked me if I had ever danced before, because I moved well. Yes, I had danced, but that was a long time ago, I had done modern dance. Kolya liked that, he said it was easier to work with someone who knows how to move, and we continued the lesson.
The panties were more symbolic in nature…
I learned quickly, and Nikolay was ready to take my place. Today the girls performed in a small private club in Krasnaya Polyana. I bought a blouse with a deep neckline, a short skirt, golf shoes and tennis shoes when I was at school. The image was complemented by bright makeup and the absence of underwear under the shirt. But the panties were purely symbolic – three ropes, one of which slightly covered the intimate zone. When they announced it to me, I was nervous, but after taking a few breaths, I threw off my complexes and entered the scene with ease. I began to dress up to slow music. Opening erotically and clamping on a pilon, she gradually exposed her slender young body. Men shouted and whistled and looked at me. That was not all I wanted, but one of them stared at me. When the number was over, I quickly hid behind the scenes. She waited in disguise for us to be taken home. Nikolaj came to me and said that I was a young man and one of the men was seriously interested in me and invited me to dance for him privately, at his home, for 1000€.
Do you agree to be his whore tonight? I’ll have you driven there and brought back!
Nikolay took me into the hall and showed me the man who was looking at me. When I saw that it was him, I immediately said firmly: “Yes!”
We arrived at a large country house. Nikolaj stayed in the car and I went into the house. I knocked timidly and opened the door without waiting for an answer. In front of me stood a mysterious guy who was ready to spend 1000€ on a dance. I was shaking a little, every day I had the opportunity to twist my naked ass in front of a stranger, but there was no turning back.
With a welcoming smile, I followed the customer. He took me to a special room, it was obvious that dancers are not uncommon in this establishment, there was even a dance pole. I gave him a USB stick and asked him to turn on the third track. When it sounded, I slowly started moving to the beat, took off my clothes, jumped on the pole and gradually approached the man. I was very excited. When I was completely naked near a stranger, he obviously felt the moisture coming out of my body and at some point just put his hand between my legs. – Oh, you’re all excited, girl. Let me help you release tension and if you help me, I’ll pay another 300€ for it. – Well, I agreed.
He started kissing my breast, which was once in front of his face. His hand continued to move rhythmically between my legs. When he felt that I was well enough, he laid me on the bed that was next to the pole and roughly penetrated my wet pussy. His movements were quick and energetic. He obviously didn’t care what I felt, he moved as he wanted and paid no attention at all to my timid attempts to adjust to his rhythm. I relaxed and surrendered to his power. A few rough thrusts and he was done. He asked me to dance again and he was obviously excited by such a game. I really tried hard and after 10 minutes he was ready again. This time I had to make him cum with my mouth. Our sex lasted three hours in total. Finally he gave me his phone number and said that if it was boring to call him.
When I got home I felt like the last whore , but the money warmed my pocket so much and my satisfied body said that everything was not so bad. Literally a week later I dialed the number of a generous stranger again…
