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Subject: {ASSM} Kristy's College Years (1/??) - Kristy Walsh, Full Time Student, Part Time Stripper
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Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 02:10:01 -0400
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I've been reading/writing stories for quite some time but this is
my first try at contributing to the newsgroups.  I actually wrote
the intro/part 1 quite some time ago but never got around to
finishing it.   I still have no idea how it's going to end or for
how long it will continue. Hope it isn't too similar to anything
else already posted. As always, this is intended to be fiction
and any resemblance to fact is purely coincidental.  If you are
turned off by stories of a sexual nature, then stop reading now.






Kristy's College Years By TC


Part 1: Kristy Walsh, Full Time Student, Part Time Stripper

Kristy Walsh drove to the seedy part of town, tired, frustrated,
and highly embarrassed about what she was considering doing.  Her
second history exam of the semester sat on the seat next to her,
with a big red "D" at the top of the page.  How could this have
happened? She had thought the first "D" was a fluke, but halfway
through her first semester in college she was looking at a
possible GPA of under 2.0 and on her way to being put on academic
probation and losing her partial scholarship.

Things weren't always like this for Kristy.  In high school she
had always been an above-average student, graduating with a 3.3
GPA while working full-time at the local mall and participating
in high-school sports.  Her parents were proud, she had many
friends, and in small town Hazelbrook, Oregon, she was a true
success story.

She also was also fairly popular, and the subject of more than a
few classmates' fantasies.  She was far from a supermodel, but at
just under 5'3 and 110 lbs, she had a cute, fit body; not very
skinny, but thin with curves in the right places.  Kristy had
been an above average swimmer in high school, she had always been
self-conscious of her flat chest, but her body had finally
matured by the beginning of her senior year, and although she
wouldn't admit it, she was happy with her 34B's.   Her shoulder
length, light brown hair was soft and it complimented her best
asset, her face.  Kristy had the kind of face that could be
described as innocent yet amazingly sexy.  When she smiled or
laughed every guy in the room noticed those nicely shaped eyes
and perfect, always wet lips.  In fact, she was quite proud of
the fact that when the new "Spiderman" movie had hit the
theatres, more than a few friends had compared her looks to that
of the actress Kirsten Dunst.

Now, Kristy was in the state of Washington, attending an average
sized state university, but much bigger than any school she had
ever seen. She had always wanted to go to school outside of the
state, and after a successful year at the local community
college, she had received a partial scholarship.  Her parents dug
into their savings and helped get her settled, even providing her
with a used Honda Civic, checkbook, and credit card.  They
couldn't afford the entire cost of living out there, but all of
this was very exciting to Kristy, and she had thought of nothing
all summer except for how great college would be.

However, things did not go as planned for her.  Her boyfriend of
1 year, Ray, had stopped calling after the first few weeks, and
he never visited as he promised.  This made it hard for her to
study and very leery of men, especially because Kristy had given
up her virginity to him in the summer and had imagined spending
her life with him.  Once he had taken her cherry, he seemed to
lose interest and was too busy hitting on the community college
girls.  Her first midterms had gone terribly, but she thought
with harder work, everything would work out.  Unfortunately, now
halfway through the semester, she had to face the reality that
she could fail 3 of 5 classes.  The lectures and grading had hit
her harder than she expected, and trying to balance her part-time
job in the library didn't help either.  She had thought the job
would give her some relaxing study time, but instead her
supervisor kept a constant watch on her.

She hadn't made many friends or joined any campus activities, but
including her roommate she had a small circle of girls that she
spent most of her time with.  With her cute looks, she didn't
have trouble getting other students attention, especially with
living in the co-ed dorms.  However, she had been really turned
off to the whole dating scene when after a first date with a guy
on the second floor, he had tried to get her drunk in his room. 
She didn't mind having a beer or two, but he moved way too fast,
and she was shocked when he had suggested she at least "blow him"
at the end of the night.  Her next date involved one of the
popular baseball players sticking his tongue down her throat and
grabbing her ass after she had leaned in for a good night kiss on
the cheek, and she had not gone on any dates in the past month
and a half.

She also was running out of money, and afraid to ask her parents
for more.  She had already taken most of her savings account
money and used it to pay for part of the tuition.  She worked
less and less hours at the job she hated, and had made the
mistake of going on too may shopping trips with her new
girlfriends.  Most of the girls were well off compared to Kristy,
and in her effort to fit in she had racked up close to a thousand
dollars of credit card debt already.

All of these events had now lead her to this; an interview at
Kittens, a notoriously sleazy strip club.  Kittens was almost an
hour's drive away from campus, and Kristy hoped that she would
never run into anybody she knew.  With her debt piling up and
bills to pay, she knew that the $6.50 an hour the library was
paying wouldn't cut it anymore. She had tried to get a job
waiting tables, but those jobs were in high demand around campus,
and she didn't have enough experience to work at the more upscale
restaurants that had positions available.    Kristy was still a
bit naive, but she wasn't dumb.  She knew that strippers made
good money, and after a few days of debating, she decided to give
it a shot.  Had she done more research, she might have been able
to find a more "respectable" line of work at a Hooters type
joint, but the only strip club she knew about was Kittens.

It was now 5:15, and she over 30 minutes late was a little bit
late for her interview.  She got out of the car and headed
towards the Kittens front entrance.  Upon walking in, she noticed
the few customers in the place immediately stare at her.  She had
little makeup on, and was dressed in open sandals, white capri
pants and a blue cut-off top that exposed a little bit of belly.
Her hair was in a pony tail; she had tried to dress "cute" for
today, but she had a bad feeling that she might need to be more
than cute, and had brought along a duffel bag with her.

There were only two girls dancing and they looked very
uninterested. Both were pushing 30, topless and wearing thongs. 
Their fake tits were obvious.  Quickly walking to the bar and
avoiding eye-contact with anybody, she approached the bartender.
Nearly whispering, she tried to get his attention. "Uh, hi I've
got a interview with Larry Stone, I'm a little bit late".  The
bartender looked her over briefly, then reached for the phone and
muttered a bit.  "Over there, move back the curtain, first door
on your right" said the bartender as he went right back to work.

Kristy made her way past the tacky curtain and found the office
door. She knocked twice then pushed it open. She found a nearly
empty office, with a sofa, desk, pictures of naked women on the
wall, and a middle- aged balding man behind the desk.  "Hi, I'm
Kristy, we talked on the phone earlier about coming in for an
interview", she said shyly.  The man sitting at the desk looked
up from his newspaper.  "You're late", he said.  "I'm Larry, and
I run this place.  Can't be late if you want to work for me.  Let
me see your drivers license".  "I'm sorry," Kristy said as she
handed it over and took a seat on the worn out sofa against the
wall.

Larry Stone focused his attention on the young girl in front of
him and scanned her license.  19 years old, 5'3.  Sure didn't
look like she was as heavy as 110 lbs.  No matter, none of this
really mattered to him.  Larry had the ethics of your typical
strip club manager; few, if any at all.  He had hired girls under
18 on numerous occasions, and the only thing he liked more than
money was pussy.  He was pretty well connected with the local
government, and as long as he spread some cash around he had no
problems from law enforcement.  He already was getting excited
just looking at this girl.  Every now and then, someone who had
no business being in his club would show up looking for work, and
this was one of those times.  The young girl in front of him had
a clean look to her, unlike a lot of the dancers he had right
now, who had decent bodies but worn out looking faces.

"Alright", he said. "Let's see what you can do. I hope you're not
planning on dressing like that when you dance. Anyways, I don't
have much time, so just take off your clothes and give me a short
demo." Kristy stood up, surprised.  Her brain was getting the
better of her now, and she knew she had a mistake.  "Look...
ummm, Mr Stone.  This was a mistake.  I don't think I can
actually dance here. Maybe you're hiring a waitress?


Larry wasn't surprised, and he knew what to do.  "Fuck, what the
hell. You come in late, now you can't even get naked. Wasting my
fucking time!".  "I.. I.. I'm sorry" she stammered.  Kristy was
heading for the door when Larry took out a wad of bills.  He
tossed what looked to be about $200 in twenties crumpled up on
the table.  "Well, before you leave here's the deal.  I think you
got what it takes to make some money here.  Fresh looking girl
like you, guys like that.  I just have to know if you can
actually get naked or not, and make sure you don't have some
scars underneath those clothes or something. If I like what I
see, you take the money on the table as a bonus.  Then you dance
out there for minimum wage but you keep all the tips.  You just
spend time with the customers and get them to buy more drinks. 
Any private dances are $20, and when we get the big spenders, you
can sell them a couch dance for $100.  Half that money is yours.
Don't even think about trying to cheat me.  All you got to do is
get naked, dance for the guys, and you'll make plenty of money,
girls make a few hundred a night easy.  Hardly have to pay taxes
too."

The sales pitch worked.  It almost always did.  Kristy thought of
the $200 on the table, and about how long it would take her to
earn that in the library.  She thought of how ugly the girls on
stage looked, and how if they could earn a few hundred dollars
for dancing, she could easily make that and more.  And this money
was tax-free too!  She thought about the new clothes, and the
nightlife.  No more acting like she was too busy to try the
trendy restaurants and weekend getaways with her friends.  She
could have much more free time to study too, instead of having to
work 8 hour days at the library.  "Just for a few months... ",
she said to herself silently.

She stripped quickly.  The pants came off first, followed by her
top. She hesitated only briefly before unhooking the plain white
bra and sliding the panties down to her ankles.  Now she stood in
front of Larry naked.  Only her boyfriend had seen her like this,
and now she was doing this for a stranger.  The thought sickened
her, but she tried to smile and stick out her chest for Larry. 
Larry grinned; this girl didn't even remember that the club was
topless only.  He was getting a free peak at her pussy, and it
looked tempting.  She wasn't shaved, but she was used to keeping
her pubic hair trimmed neatly from the high school swimming days.
 Her breasts were average sized, but natural and had the
perkiness only a 19 year old could have.  Kristy reached into the
duffel bag, and took out a pair of shiny high heels.  She also
took out a small black bikini, the one she had worn to pool
parties before.  She was about to put it on, and dance for Larry
when he motioned her over to behind his desk.

"Don't need to see that right now, we've got some outfits you can
use at first and then later you can buy your own".  "Why don't'
you come over and show me how you would give a customer a lap
dance.  Say he hands you $100 and asks for a private dance, what
are you gonna do?", he asked.

Kristy's nude body slowly made her way over to Larry and started
to sway in front of him.  She could dance, but without music, it
wasn't easy.  She made a lame attempt at flicking her nipples,
tossing her hair, and running her hand over her pussy. Larry
wasn't too impressed. He reached over and pulled her on his lap,
and grinded his crotch against her ass.  Kristy was surprised,
but she put her arms around him and tried her best to smile, even
trying to "grind" him like the girls in sleazy music videos and
drunken frat parties.  When she felt his hands over her nipples,
she paused, but just for a moment.  He pinched them lightly, and
held her tightly against his body.  She could feel a bulge in his
pants, and it seemed like he was holding her legs apart and dry
fucking her.

"Fucking incredible," Larry muttered to himself.  This girl, with
the most angelic face he'd seen in his life was bouncing up and
down on his lap naked.  He thought it was cute how her pony tail
flew around and how she looked away every time he tried to make
eye contact.  He couldn't resist and ran his hand over the crack
of her ass and to her pussy. Dry as the desert, to his
disappointment.  She immediately tensed up, and he pulled away. 
Larry was a hound, and he would have liked nothing more than to
bend her over the desk and fuck her like an animal.  But he was
also experienced enough to push her too fast.

When Larry released her seemed to relax.  "Alright enough", he
said. "You can start tomorrow, but you need to get me off before
you leave. Then you can go start planning on what kinda themes
you gonna use for your stage routine".  Kristy got off his lap,
relieved, until she understood what he was saying.  Seeing her
hesitation, Larry raised his voice again, "Listen its tradition.
All the new girls do it, like an initiation here.  You don't have
to fuck me, just get me off with your mouth.  Come on, I don't
have all day.  I didn't have you jump around on me just to leave
with blue balls."  To entice her more, he tossed a few more
twenties onto the table.  He moved to the couch, and unzipped his
fly, waiting for her to act.

Kristy knew what he was asking for.  She had gone to far too stop
now. What was the big deal anyhow?  Not like she wasn't a virgin
anymore and she had talked to her roommate about giving "hummers"
before.  She had never seen how that could be fun, but she was
getting almost $300 just for this.  She got in front of him and
put her knees on the cold floor. His pants and boxers were
already down, and she reached out to touch only the second cock
she had ever seen.  It was thicker than Ray's she thought, as she
made a fist around the shaft.  Larry groaned at the touch.  He
put one hand behind her head and guided it towards the pole.  Her
mouth slowly opened, and he could feel the warm breath on his
cock.

As Kristy closed her lips around it, she couldn't help but feel
shame at what she was doing.  She closed her eyes and with one
hand started to stroke his cock.  She had given Ray handjobs and
she knew that the faster she pumped the sooner this would be
over.  She had licked Ray's cock gently, and even tasted some of
his precum, but this was a whole new experience.  She had never
thought about taking the thing in her mouth, and squeezing her
lips tightly around it, like she was doing now.  Larry was nearly
fucking her face as he was tugging her pony tail and controlling
her head movements.  "Oh yeah.  "Suck my cock.  Use your tongue.
Look at me," he ordered.  Kristy did her best to follow his
directions, making eye contact with him and even forcing a smile,
giving him the impression that she loved this.  Truth be told,
this wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected.  She knew it would
be over soon, as she could taste some of his fluid leaking into
her mouth.  Larry wasn't a guy who could last long, and soon he
was on the verge of cumming.  Kristy could sense this, as some of
his fluid was leaking into her mouth.

He had pulled her in even deeper now, his pubic hair brushing up
against her nose.  She tried to pull back, but Larry held her
head in place.  "Ohh yeah, gonna cum right down your throat
slut.... take it all!" he yelled as his cock started to shoot
into her throat.  Kristy tried hard to stop from gagging, as the
cum filled her mouth and went down her throat. She winced and
gulped, tasting sperm for the first time.  It seemed like it
would last forever, but he actually pulled out quickly and let
some of his sperm hit her lips, chin, and neck.  He then
proceeded to rub his cock on her tits, squeezing them together
and letting the last few drops of his juice form a little pool
between her tits.

When he was done, he got up and wiped his cock off with a tissue,
tossing it near Kristy's feet.  As he got up to leave, Kristy was
still on her knees, hands holding her against the couch as she
tried to take in what had just happened.  She reached for the box
of tissue and cleaned her body off as best she could.  Her eyes
were glued to the floor in shame as Larry spoke.  "Not bad, I can
get used to this. Now make sure you clean everything up and go
see what outfits might fit you.  They're in my closet. I'll
expect you here tomorrow at 7:30 ok?"  "Yes," was all Kristy
could manage to say as she looked around the office for something
to wash her mouth out with.  "Good, and don't forget to pick a
stage name for tomorrow. Kristy sounds fine to me. Don't forget
that either," he laughed, pointing to the crumpled bills on his
desk.  Kristy nodded her head dutifully as   Larry closed the
door and walked to the bar in a good mood.  In his line of work,
he never got much respect, but boy did he get some great perks.

-------------------- Part 2 to follow. 
Questions/comments/complaints? Email me. Any suggestions or
comments you may have are welcome.  If this sucks, tell me! 
Especially tips from any of you female authors out there, I would
appreciate your insight. 

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