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From: "La Femme Oranje" <lafemmeoranje@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Richard's Club, Chapter 1 (reluc-stripper, exhib, Mf, nosex)
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Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 13:10:02 -0500
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*****
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*****

By La Femme Oranje

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*****

It was the start of an ordinary day when Michelle first came through my
door, and I immediately knew that it was going to be a special one. I run an
adult club in the downtown area of a large city, and most of the new girls
that we had were crackheads, whores, or just plain desperate, the sort of
girls that keep the club going, but will never be more than jerk-off fodder
for some frustrated guy in a dead-end office job.

Michelle was different though, dressed well, looked healthy, and most of all
she looked out of place talking with the bouncers at the front door. It was
still early in the morning, the girls hadn't arrived yet, and the staff were
still cleaning up from the previous night's festivities. I watched her
quietly from my office window above the showroom, already calculating how
much she'd be worth.

The bouncer directed her towards my office, and she walked hesitatingly
across the sticky floor to my office. That was the other unusual thing about
her, the usual slut that graced my doorstep was at ease inside a strip club,
especially one as notorious as mine. Michelle though, looked as if she might
take fright and run off at any time. Which would be a shame, because while
I've got some exotic tastes, rape and kidnapping are not among them.

She climbed up the rickety steps to my office, and knocked on my slightly
ajar door.

"Come in", I called out.

She walked inside, and she was even more of a looker up close than at a
difference. She didn't look like the big-boobed sluts that I usually got,
she had quite small, relatively speaking, C-cups, at a guess, and gorgeous
wavy red hair that cascaded down her back. She was wearing a long-sleeved
turtleneck top that showed off her cleavage quite well, as well as a very
cute tartan skirt that dropped down to her knees. Completing the innocent,
naīve look were the black pantyhose, and the chunky black leather Mary Jane
flats that she wore.

"Can I help you?", I asked.

"Yes", she started, the nervousness evident in her voice. "My name is
Michelle, I read your ad in the newspaper, they said that you were looking
for new girls to work?"

I nodded. I placed ads in the local newspaper, even if they didn't net me
very many new girls, they were good publicity for the club.

"That's right", I said, choosing my words carefully. I didn't want this one
to get away. "Are you interested?"

"Yes", she said, a note of embarrassment creeping into her voice. "I'm... a
bit short of money for rent... I need to earn some money quickly".

Jackpot.

"Are you aware of what sort of establishment this is?", I asked.

"Yes... it's a... men's club... your ad wasn't very specific though. I was
hoping you'd need bar staff, or a cleaner, or something like that".

"I'm afraid that we're quite well organised when it comes to our bar staff",
I said. "What we're always interested in though is dancers, would you be
interested in that line of work?"

"Well, I suppose... what would I need to do?"

"For you, for a flat three hundred dollars, you'd need to do two shows a
night. If you're willing, there's also extra opportunities to make money". A
fresh, cute, and non-jaded girl like this would make me well over three
hundred quid in just one show, a good deal I thought.

"Two shows, like, in my underwear?"

"Ah... no. This is a full nudity club, you'd need to go further than your
underwear, I'm afraid".

"Oh...", she said, obviously conflicted. I had really hit the jackpot, a
sheltered, innocent girl who wanted to become a stripper!

"I don't know... I really was hoping I wouldn't have to go that far", she
stammered.

"Well... I'll tell you what, how about you give an audition, just for me,
and I'll give you a hundred dollars? Then you can decide how you feel about
it."

She looked doubtful.

"...and if you feel fine about it", I continued, "You can start tonight.
Will four hundred dollars keep the wolf from the door?".

She still looked doubtful, but she nodded.

"Okay, well, make your mind up quickly... I do have work to do".

Something seemed to break inside her, and she nodded again. "Okay, an
audition, what do I need to do?".

I pressed the button under my desk that turned on the hidden cameras in my
office. It could be useful if there was trouble later, alternatively, I
could use it to persuade Michelle to stay in my employ. "Well, why don't you
take your clothes off first", I suggested, "And then we'll find you
something nice to wear".

She balked. "Do you have a change room?"

"No... I want you to do it in here". I really didn't want to wait to see her
get naked. She started blushing. "Look", I said, "if you're not comfortable
stripping here, then how will you be downstairs?".

She blushed again, and slowly lifted her top, revealing her sweet, pale
breasts being held in by a tragically unfashionable bra. She dropped her top
to the ground, and then kneeled down to take off her cute little shoes. I
made a mental note to use those shoes in the future with her.

Next, she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. Gingerly, she pulled
it off, keeping her arm across her nipples so that I couldn't see. "Take
your arm away, let me see you", I ordered. She blushed, looked down and bit
her lower lip, and took her arms away, her perfectly formed little tits on
display for all to see. "Good girl, you have a great body", I said, in my
most reassuring tone.

She then slid her skirt down her legs, and stood before me in her pantyhose,
looking at me imploringly. "Yes", I said, "those too". She looked down
again, and slid her pantyhose down to her feet, and then kicked them off. It
was an impressive sight, this young blossom who had half an hour ago
probably never been seen naked by a man, standing nude in front of me in a
strip joint, being secretly filmed. I was pleased to see that she was shaved
bare, the slight swimsuit tan that she had showing that she wasn't entirely
unused to showing a little skin.

"Yes, yes", I said. "Very good, we can certainly use someone of your natural
beauty", I said, trying to reassure her. Some nerves would be good, and keep
the more perverted punters interested, but too much and she'd be out the
door, never to return again. "Lets find something for you to wear".

I didn't think she was ready for walking naked throughout my club, but
luckily some of the girls who'd been in my office last night to entertain a
guest of mine had left their costumes behind. At the time, I'd been
irritated, but perhaps it was for the best. I certainly didn't want to leave
her behind in my office on her own, she probably wasn't from the media or
the police if she'd gone this far, but you could never be too careful.

I picked through the costumes and eventually selected a lacy red bra and
panties. There'd be no need for the panties, so I though them away, but I
also found a very tight black fishnet top. Rounding things off were a pair
of transparent eight inch heels, and a pair tiny black leather shorts, so
tight that it would only just cover her cute little pussy and arse.

"I can't wear that!", she wailed.

"Why not?"

"It's so... trashy... and I'll never be able to walk in those heels!"

"That's what you're going to have to wear if you want to audition and work
here, and you're going to be dancing in those heels, not walking, so I don't
see what the problem is".

She looked at the clothes with obvious disgust, before she finally decided
that modesty was the better part of valour, and put the bra and shorts on.
She had a little trouble with the top, but after a brief struggle that I
enjoyed watching immensely, she managed to get it on. Finally, she slipped
the heels on, and was standing unsteadily in front of me, dressed like a
wanton slut.

"Very nice, you look great dressed like that!", I said approvingly, as I put
some music on. It was the generic techno trash that we played in the club,
not anything that was to my taste, but with a big bassline that the girls
could sway to. She stood in front of me awkwardly, and began half-heartedly
swaying her hips to the music.

"No, not like that", I said, sinking back into my chair. Flex your hips,
like you're fucking to the beat". She went red as I said 'fuck', but
obligingly started moving her hips in time with the music, her style oozing
innocence and inexperience. It was electric.

"No no", I said. I stood up and stood behind her, placing my hands on her
hips. She jumped a little at the contact, as I stood uncomfortably close
behind her, but she didn't say anything. "Like this", I said, as I started
moving her hips in time with the music. She nodded, and I stepped back,
appreciating her much improved technique.

I sat back down on the chair. "Now, come towards me, keep swaying", I
instructed. She tottered forwards on her heels, until she was standing right
in front of me. "Now, lean towards me, and put your hands on the chair
behind me".

She leaned over, and put her hands behind my head, her tits on obvious
display through the fishnet in their bra. "Now, I want you to climb up onto
the chair, one knee on each of the armrests". Reluctantly, she complied,
getting up on the chair, squatting over me.

This was too much fun.

"Now, I want you to lean in towards me", I said.

"How?", she asked, obviously feeling very self-conscious.

I put my hands on the sides of her torso and gently pulled her forwards
until her tits were mere inches from my face. Suddenly, she seemed to lose
her balance. Instinctively, I reached out to grab her and stop her falling,
in the process pulling her tits right into my face. I hadn't planned on
getting so close and personal with them so quickly, but as long as I was
there, I was happy to stay.

"I'm... so sorry", she said, trying unsuccessfully to pull herself away.

"No, that's alright...", I said, my voice muffled by her fishnet and
lace-covered tits, my hands holding her torso steady and still.

"Maybe I'm... not cut out for this job", she started to stammer.

"Oh, I don't know, you're doing pretty well so far", I said. "Plus, you DO
want that hundred dollars, don't you?"

"Of course...", she said absently.

"Now, I want you to stand up, and turn around for me, do you think you can
do that?".

"Yes", she said, as she stood up and turned around, her butt on display
through the tight shorts.

"Keep swaying those hips", I said.

She obliged, moving her hips in time with the music again, not as well as
when I'd showed her how, but still a little better than she had managed on
her own before.

"Now, get closer to me"

She got a little closer, her butt swaying seductively.

I moaned appreciatively. "Closer", I said.

She got a little closer, but not as close as I wanted.

"Closer!", I ordered.

"I can't get any closer!", she complained.

"Oh, yes you can", I said, as I pushed her over, and pulled her up onto my
chair, her leather-covered arse mere centimetres from my face. "Wiggle your
butt for me, Michelle".

She wiggled half-heartedly, regaining her footing in front of my chair.

"Come now, do you want this job or not?", I demanded. Despite my earlier
determination to do this gently, my desires were getting the better of me.
She obligingly wiggled her arse again, doing a better job of it for me.
"Good girl", I said, "Remember, you're going to need to get as close to the
punters as possible. Now, I want you to take your shorts off".

"I'm sorry", she said slowly. "I'm just... very nervous".

"Hey", I said, trying to regain control of myself. "Don't be nervous, if
this works out, we shall be getting to know each other very well over the
next few weeks".

She slid her fingers under the top of her shorts, and began slowly pulling
them down her shapely legs, her pale butt on display for everyone to see.
"We will?", she asked.

"Oh yes", I said, admiring the view. It was just possible to see her pussy
between her legs from where I was sitting. "I very much like what I see so
far..."

She bent over, tugging the shorts past her knees, and clamping her thighs
together so that I couldn't see her cunt anymore. "Keep swaying", I
instructed, as she pulled them down her calves and kicked them off as well
as she could in the slutty heels that I'd put her in. I decided to help, by
putting my hands on her butt for 'support'. She jumped a little, but again,
she didn't say anything, she just started to sway again.

"Very good", I said. "Now turn around, and get squat on my chair again, I
want you to show me that pretty cunt of yours".

She turned around, one hand covering her slit as she got back on my chair
again. "No, show me your cunt!", I said firmly.

"Do I have to?", she asked.

"If you want your money", I said flatly.

She sniffled a little, and took her hand away from her cunt. "Mmm, that's
better", I said. "Now, spread it for me".

"What?", she asked, more confused than shocked.

"Spread your pussy for me. The punters like it when you touch themselves
while they watch".

A tear ran down her face, and my cock felt like it would explode out of my
pants. The innocence thing was just red hot, I hadn't enjoyed breaking in a
new girl this much for years. She sniffled unhappily, her eyes all red and
puffy, as she slid two fingers into her slit and spread her cunt lips apart,
revealing her little pink clit and cunthole.

"It's okay Michelle, just relax", I said, as I leered at her pink rosebud.
"Now, without moving your hand, I want you to stand up above me, and start
dancing again". Without waiting for her, I lifted her up, my hands on her
bottom, her pussy only a few inches from my face. She started swaying her
hips as she kept her cunt lips spread open, quietly whimpering and sobbing
as she exposed herself to me. I fondled her buttcheeks as she danced, not
touching her pretty cunt yet. No, that would come later.

"So", she whimpered. "Do I get the job?"

I gave her bottom a final squeeze, then a light slap, before letting go.
"Yes, I think so". She stopped dancing, took a step forward, and then turned
to face me, her thighs again clamped shut over her pussy. "Come in at 6pm
tonight, we'll start you off straight away".

I stood up, counted a hundred dollars out of the petty cash, and handed it
to Michelle, my other hand going for one last grope of her pretty, tight
bottom. "Umm, so is the audition over", she asked hopefully. "Can I go?"

"Yes Michelle", I said, "You can go. There is a change room just down the
hallway that you may use if you like", I offered. She looked at me with
those big, cute eyes for a second, before she scuttled out of my office as
far as her heels could take her. I was looking forward to seeing her at six.
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