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Subject: {ASSM} Kristy's College Years (Part 1)
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Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 08:10:02 -0400
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I still have no idea how it's going to end or for how long it will
continue. 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 middleaged
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!  

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