Over Christmas break during her junior year of college, Kristy Kennedy’s father was in a horrible car wreck. After weeks in the hospital, he was able to go home, but life would never be the same for him, or anyone in the immediate family.

Kristy was the perfect child growing up. She participated in sports, was a cute cheerleader, was active in her church youth group in high school and was an excellent student with a 4.3 GPA. Kristy had many academic scholarships offers, and with her parents encouragement, she selected a small private university in the deep south.

Her first year was a bit of a culture shock coming from the Bay Area in California. Many of the girls in her old red brick dorm were “Southern Belle” debutantes and came from wealthy families, much different than her upbringing. Kristy’s mother was a schoolteacher, and her father worked as an accountant for a manufacturing company. They made decent money, but were typical middle class, taking a beach vacation every July and visiting her mother’s family in Seattle over Christmas.

Her dad, Ben, had a broken arm and leg, various cuts, and bruises, and suffered a touch of brain damage in the auto accident. He was unable to return to work as he started rehabilitation, so that meant the parents could not afford to send Kristy her monthly “allowance” of $1,000. Her mother broke the news to her a week before she returned to campus for the start of her senior year, telling her, “You’re going to have to pick up a part-time job, maybe about fifteen hours a week.”

Kristy understood the situation and told her mom that she’d check with the university about jobs at the bookstore, cafeteria, etc. She soon learned that school jobs did not pay well, and to make up her allowance she’d need to work at least twenty-five hours a week, on top of the full load of fifteen units. She began looking in the newspaper and online. One ad stood out, “Cocktail Server, hours vary from 2 pm to 2 am. $15hr plus tips. Must be twenty-one,” and an email address where applicants could send their resumes.

She crafted a basic resume highlighting her experience in high school working in a restaurant, contact information, and attached a photo as requested. Kristy sent the email and hoped she’d hear from this unknown facility.

That semester Kristy had a large room in the sorority that she shared with the President, as she was the Treasurer. Her roomie was a true southern girl, tall and thin, and a beauty pageant winner, Missy Hamilton. The Hamilton family ran a successful auto dealership group with ten locations. Missy always looked like she stepped out of Cosmo or a Sak’s Fifth Avenue catalog. She owned designer clothes, Christian Louboutin shoes, and multiple Louis Vuitton handbags. Her wardrobe was quite different from Kristy’s finds at Marshall’s or the sale items at Nordstrom’s Off the Rack outlet.

A few days later Kristy received an email with her interview date, time, and the location, an eastside Starbucks near the freeway and the warehouse district. She instantly sent a confirmation reply. She knew she needed this job. On Tuesday at 3pm she entered Starbucks and looked around. There were a handful of people at various tables, but one forty-ish gentleman waved and stood up. A late-twenties female accompanied him.

As she approached the twosome, the man introduced himself, “Hi Kristy, I’m Mike Cooper and this is Crystal. Please, sit down.”

As the three talked, it sounded like a decent job for her. The hours seemed perfect, they provided two uniforms, and Cystal said the typical server can easily make over $100 in tips during a typical four-hour shift. She quickly did the math in her head, she figured she’d only need to work two shifts a week, leaving plenty of time for studying and a social life in the sorority. Kristy did notice they were a bit vague about the actual business, never mentioning it by name, just saying “the bar.”

“This sounds great, but you haven’t told me the name of the restaurant and bar,” she said.

Mike looked her in the eyes, “This job isn’t for everyone. I own the Locker Room.”

Kristy panicked. The Locker Room was a strip club. She could never work there; her parents would disown her. Before she could say anything Crystal lightly put her hand on her knee.

“It’s very safe. The customers are respectful, and we have security. Why don’t you come over and look around,” said Crystal.

After some more conversation, Kristy agreed to at least take a tour of the club. She was very curious about what a strip club looked like on the inside. Upon entering, it was much nicer than she expected. While it was dim, the furnishings were genuinely nice, and she felt a bit better. It was not cheap, low-budget tables and chairs like she expected. Mike excused himself and said that Crystal would give her the tour.

The facility had two dance stages, two bars, and several booths along the walls. Crystal introduced her to a server and bartender, also females, and lead her to the Employee Lounge. The lounge had four dressing rooms, makeup stations, sinks, individual toilets, and two private shower stalls.

“Well, what do you think? Are you interested?” Crystal asked.

Before she could answer, another server came out of a dressing room. “Hey, Kristy!”

Her head snapped in the direction of the voice. Who knows her she wondered. When her eyes focused, she recognized a girl from college who she’s had a handful of classes with over the years.

“Uh, hi Bree,” she said quietly.

Crystal interjected, “Great, you two know each other. Do you have any questions for Bree? I’ll leave you two alone.”

Bree took Kristy by the hand and went over to the sitting area where they talked for about five minutes. She explained she’d been working there about eight months and loves the hours, tips, and confirmed that the men are safe. “Occasionally some random guy will hit on me, but I just blow him off.” She paused, “And, best of all, Mike and Crystal have never asked me if I’d like to be a dancer.”

Kristy felt much better after her conversation with Bree, but she had one question, “Do any of the college guys come here? I’d hate to be seen by a frat boy and word gets back to my sorority. I’d be blackballed.”

Bree told her, “I’ve never seen anyone I know, so I don’t think so. Besides, there is a $20 cover charge, and the drinks are expensive.”

She thanked Bree for the information and then found Crystal in the main room. “I’m interested in the job but let me think about it a day or two. I’ll let you know within forty-eight hours.”

“That’s fair,” said Crystal. “We’d like you to start on Friday when we open. The two to eight shift. Friday is a busy day when the guys get off work, you’ll make great money.”

Kristy thanked her and told her to tell Mike thank you. When she sat in her car she wondered if this was a good idea. As she watched one older man in a pickup truck park next to her, she thought she’d sit there a while and watch the customers arrive. She wanted to see if they looked creepy.

She soon realized that men of all ages and types visit strip clubs. Kristy saw a lot of blue-collar guys, but also a handful of men in nice cars, wearing ties, what she labeled “normal guys.”

Kristy called Mike the next day and told him she’d like the job and inquired about the Friday shift Crystal had told her about. He confirmed the shift and reminded her to come in early to change into her uniform.

The uniform. Kristy saw the uniform on two women during her tour. With the name of the Locker Room, she wasn’t surprised that the uniform resembled a referees outfit, black and white striped shirt, and black booty shorts. The shirt was tiny, showing a woman’s midsection, and low-cut to show off the girls boobs. An hour later she received a text from Crystal, “Welcome! Don’t forget black high heels and a push-up bra.”

Kristy laughed at the bra comment. She was confident her 36DDs would catch the eye of the customers. The young Californian was a knockout. She had a tall athletic frame at five-nine and a size six. Kristy had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was a cute woman with a picture-perfect smile.

She went to work on Friday and was pleased to earn just over $200 in tips. Kristy was working two or three shifts a week for the next month and was really enjoying the job, the money, her co-workers, and most of the regular clients. Mike was great about working around her schedule, so she was not missing any sorority or school events.

Several weeks later she came to work a Sunday night shift, Crystal approached her in the employee lounge as she put on her uniform and did her makeup. “I’m in a bind. Cheyenne needs to leave two hours early. Would you like to try dancing? From seven to nine.”

Kristy instantly shot the request down. “No. I’m not a dancer, I serve drinks.”

Crystal pitched the idea again, adding in, “Mike will pay you $100 an hour, plus whatever the guys tip. And he said you only need to take off the top and show your tits.”

She thought a moment, “OK, so two hundred bucks, plus tips, and I only have to show my tits, right?” Crystal shook her head up and down. After five seconds of silence, Kristy said, “I’ll do it. But just this one time.”

The two women were looking at lingerie items on the large rack of clothes, costumes, panties, and such. “You have great tits, so we gotta feature the girls,” said Crystal. “What about this Daisy Duke type outfit?”

Kristy looked at the items. It was remarkably like her cocktail outfit; short denim booty shorts and a red bandana print halter-crop top. The two agreed on the outfit and Crystal reminded her that, “You go on stage at seven. Two hours. Twenty minutes dancing, ten off. Each time you switch stages. You’ll be working with Ariel and Jasmine.”

Later in the night, Crystal told her, “Ten minutes until you dance, you better go change outfits.”

The three girls exited the employee lounge right at seven o’clock. The DJ cut off the current song to announce, “Gentlemen, now dancing on the main stage, for the first time, your favorite cocktail server, Kristy! Show her how much you love her and make it rain with dollar bills!” Then Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” blared over the speakers.

Kristy took the stage and began to dance. After a few minutes, she approached the stripper pole and began to twirl around. Crystal looked at the bartender from her corner seat, “She has no idea what she’s doing on that pole.”

Just then, Kristy climbed the pole to the top and wrapped her leg around it and started a slow spin down the pole. It was obvious to Crystal that it was not Kristy’s first time on a pole. During the twenty minutes, she alternated between dancing, rolling around on the stage floor, and the pole. For the last ten minutes, she finally took off her halter top, showing the men her big, beautiful boobs. Several guys applauded or whistled.

Jasmine and Kristy exited their stages and went into the employee lounge, with Crystal right behind them. “Where did you learn how to pole dance?” Crystal asked.

Kristy laughed, “At college. It was part of a dance class I took a year ago. It’s a great workout, especially for your legs and core.”

“A few of the men were really surprised to see you dancing,” said Jasmine. “The guy in the red Georgia hat and glasses wants to know if you’re doing lap dances in the VIP Room.”

“Oh, that’s Ron, he’s a regular,” said Kristy. “I don’t know about the lap dances.”

“Girl, it’s easy money. Twenty dollars for two minutes, fifty for four minutes,” Jasmine told her.

Kristy asked, “Just grind on their lap? What if they get hard?”

Crystal nodded her head up and down, indicating that men will get boners during a lap dance “OK, I’m going back to the floor. Jasmine will tell you what to do. And, for what it’s worth, Ron has a lot of money.”

“What does that mean?” asked Kristy.

“He owns a big commercial construction company. Mike’s been to his house, he lives out on the lake,” she told the two girls. She went on to tell them that his wife died about ten years prior, and he has no children.

Jasmine pulled Kristy over to the sitting area, where they’d have a bit of privacy. “If the guy gets hard, or tries to rub your tits, ask him if he’d like something extra special.”

Kristy quickly asked, “What’s the extra special?”

“This is not endorsed by Mike or Crystal, but you can take the guy to the Champagne Room,” said Jasmine. “There’s a couch, a big chair, and a massage table. You can do whatever you like and charge whatever you want.”

“Like what,” asked Kristy naively.

Jasmine smiled, “I’ll let them play with my tits for two minutes, that’s fifty dollars. I charge a hundred dollars for a three-minute blowjob. You can make some good money if you’re willing to do it. A few girls meet guys after their shifts and fuck. Cinnamon gets four hundred bucks an hour, I’m told.”

“Wow, I had no clue that was going on here,” said Kristy softly. “No, I can’t do that, but the money is tempting.”

When Kristy and Jasmine went back out, they switched stages, so the customer Ron was in the front row of Kristy’s stage. She smiled at him as she started to dance. He flashed a twenty-dollar bill at her and motioned for her to come to him.

“Nice to see you on stage tonight. May I buy you a drink on your next break?” he asked as he tucked the bill behind the strap of her G-string.

“Maybe,” she said as she retreated, dancing around the stage.

During the next twenty minutes, the girls did their dancing, pole spinning, etc. Both dance floors were littered with dollar bills, mostly ones, but a few fives and tens. They quickly went to the employee lounge. After a few minutes, Kristy came out and sat next to Ron. He was surprised.

“What would you like to drink?” he asked.

She smiled, “Just a Diet Coke. I don’t drink when I’m at work.”

Ron asked if she’d move tables with him toward one on the side wall where they could have a bit more privacy. Kristy agreed, and once they started talking, Ron asked some basic questions like age, hometown, hobbies, etc.

“I’ll be honest,” he said. “I think you’re gorgeous. You said you need money for school, so I have a proposition for you. Are you interested?”

“I’m listening,” she whispered.

“You said you’re making about two-fifty a night, so five hundred a week. I’m offering you one thousand dollars a week to be my sugar baby. We’d meet once a week for two to four hours. Some weeks we might go to dinner before or after we have sex.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of money,” Kristy said softly. “And we’ll have basic sex, no weird stuff, right?”

“Correct. But I do like to role-play occasionally,” he said slowly. “And I do own some fun BDSM stuff if a woman is into submission.”

Kristy was quiet. After ten seconds, Ron asked, “You don’t have to give me an answer tonight.”

He could tell she was thinking. She must have more questions, he thought.

“I’ve never had anal sex, and I don’t want to,” she told him.

“Agreed. I’m not into that either, but I do enjoy analingus,” he said.

Kristy smiled, “So do I,” and finished her sentence with a giggle.

“Will Sunday afternoon work? Say, 4:00 pm?” Ron asked.

“Sure. I’ll need your address,” she said as she looked around to see if anyone was watching them.

Ron pulled out a business card from his wallet and wrote his home address on the back. Then he pulled out a big roll of money from his front pocket. He took off the rubber band, peeled off five one-hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to her.

“That’s half of your first week. Text me your phone number tonight. And text to confirm on Sunday morning,” Ron told her. “And to clarify, I’ll give you one grand each week, in cash.”

After receiving Kristy’s text, he wrote back asking her to go to the student health center and get an STD test. He said he would get one at the county clinic as well, and then they could show each other the results proving they’re free of diseases. He also said he’d show her his post-vasectomy paperwork. “I don’t like using condoms. But it is up to you. See you Sunday.”

A few days later, Kristy pulled up to the address Ron had given her. She sat in her car for several minutes arguing with herself whether she could go through with the sugar baby arrangement. She stared at the house, a large tan stucco Spanish-style house with a red tile roof. The front yard featured several towering palm trees, and under the large covered front porch were a variety of large pots with small cacti and succulent plants.

And then she thought about Ron himself. She learned his last name from his business card, so she Googled him. There was a ton of information on his company, and several old articles about his wife being killed by a drunk driver in 2016. She read that he won millions in a lawsuit. Kristy also learned he was forty-four.

Her mind began to wander about what type of lover he’d be. She admitted that she did find him handsome with his blue eyes and light brown hair. Ron was about six-two and had an athletic build.

She rang the doorbell and waited. Soon, Ron opened the door and invited her inside. He took her into the kitchen, where he had a bottle of rosé and a charcuterie board on the large island.

“Have a seat. Let’s talk. I’m sure you’re nervous,” he said as he opened the wine.

Kristy admitted she was nervous. She told him about getting ready for their “date” on Saturday by going to a salon for a Brazilian wax and a mani-pedi. Then she said she went to the mall, specifically Victoria’s Secret, to buy a sexy lingerie outfit for the day. Kristy opened her purse and handed Ron a folded piece of paper.

Ron quickly read the paper. “Great, you passed the STD tests.”

As they sipped the wine and nibbled on the meats, cheeses, and berries, he opened up to her about his wife’s tragic accident. He told her he tried dating a few years after her death, but he said he kept comparing his date to his late wife. “She was my one and only true love,” he said, his voice cracking at the end. He admitted that he missed having intimacy with a woman.

After about twenty minutes, Kristy asked where she could change into her lingerie and where she should meet him. He showed her the guest bath and told her to meet him in the living room.

Ron went into his living room and waited. He soon heard the sound of high heels walking down the tile hallway. Kristy entered the living room and saw him on the couch, so she walked into the middle of the room. She was wearing a sexy black lace bra and G-string set, with black thigh-high back seam stockings, and black three-inch stilettos.

“How do you like my outfit?” she asked.

“Very sexy,” he said.

Kristy cupped her breasts and gave them a little jiggle, turned around, and shook her ass. She then spread her legs a bit and bent over, giving him a beautiful view of her pussy lips. She reached under herself and ran two fingers over her kitty. All were moves she had seen dancers do at the Locker Room.

“Come sit down,” he said. Ron then outlined what he was looking for in their dates. He liked it when a woman undressed him as they kiss and began foreplay, so it seemed natural, like a real couple would do. “I like a lot of foreplay; I’m more of a sensual and erotic partner. I’ll ask you to do certain things as our energy flows, but feel free to initiate something yourself.”

Kristy leaned toward Ron and surprised him when she started kissing his neck. Before he knew what happened, she was slipping her tongue into his mouth, and he liked her forwardness. Their tongues danced and fought in each other’s mouths while her hand began rubbing his growing manhood over his chinos, causing Ron to moan softly.

He moved his hands and expertly unclasped her bra in a split second and then pushed the straps off her shoulders, causing the bra to fall. As they broke from their kiss, they made eye contact, and both smiled. Kristy whispered, “Suck my tits,” very seductively.

Ron’s hands each cupped a breast and gently caressed her flesh. His fingers ran across her nipples and then gave them a light pinch. He noticed her soft pink areolas and her hard nipples. His lips latched onto the right, and then the left tit, licking each nipple with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.

Within minutes, both were naked and in a sixty-nine position on the couch. The room was full of sighs, moans, groans, and the musky aroma of sex. After five minutes in sixty-nine, Ron said, “OK, that was a great warm-up. Shall we go to the bedroom?”

He helped the blonde beauty up, took her hand, and slowly walked toward the primary suite. This allowed Kristy to get a good look at the various rooms in the house.

Ron’s home was impressive. Four bedrooms with three and a half bathrooms, an office, large gourmet kitchen, dining room, living room, and the everyday family room adjacent to the kitchen. Out back was a large, covered patio with a pool, spa, artificial turf putting green, and “The Shack.” Ron had a small outdoor kitchen with a gas grill, sink, a beverage refrigerator, and a fancy Trager combo charcoal grill and smoker.

Kristy peeked into each room as she passed. Two rooms looked like large guest rooms with queen-sized beds, and the fourth, adjacent to the primary, was converted into Ron’s home office.

“This is where the magic happens,” joked Ron as he stroked his seven-inch cock, eyeballing her bald pussy.

She looked around the bedroom and was impressed with its touch of masculine features, yet not going overboard. “Did you decorate?” she asked.

He laughed. “No, I hired an interior designer. She was good friends with my wife, so she knows me well. She did the entire house.”

“What do you do with the two guest rooms?” Kristy asked.

Ron went on to tell her that he enjoys having friends and extended family visits. “They don’t need a hotel, plus I usually hire a personal chef to cook meals for us,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Without hesitation, Kristy went down to her knees and started stroking his rock-hard cock while making eye contact. “I’m no virgin, but I watched some porn this week to learn a few things,” she said.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. Don’t think, just do,” said Ron.

Kristy licked his balls and then up his shaft. “I’m a bit submissive, so you can tell me what to do. You are paying me.”

Ron smiled, “Really? I have a few things you might like.” He stood up and walked into his closet. When he returned, he carried a black duffel bag. “I have a few things I think you might like.” He unzipped the bag and started removing the items and putting them on the bed. When he was done, he asked her, “What do you think? See anything you like?”

As her eyes darted from one item to the other, a smile appeared on her face. “The leather collar and leash,” she said softly.

“Do you like the collar or that it says, 'Good Girl'?” Ron asked.

“Both,” Kristy said.

Ron carefully wrapped the collar around her neck, adjusted the buckle, and then attached the six-foot-long leash. “Perfect. But now you must call me ‘Daddy.”

Kristy smiled, “Yes, Daddy.”

“OK, we’ll just start with that for now,” Ron told her.

“Sit back down, Daddy. I want your fat cock in my mouth,” she said. As she looked into his eyes, she told him, “I do have a fantasy of being tied down to a bed and blindfolded.”

The innocent blonde sorority girl proceeded to lick and suck his cock and balls for about ten minutes before Ron suggested she get on the bed. As she lay on her back, he pulled her legs toward the bottom of the mattress, stopping when her thick ass was right on the edge. He positioned himself between her legs as he kneeled on the floor.

He slowly began kissing all around her honey pot. Kisses soon turned into long, slow licks. The tip of his tongue probed her puffy labia. Ron loved that he could feel her heat, wetness, and her natural musky scent.

“Stop teasing me,” Kristy said in a whisper.

Ron looked up to see her playing with her tits. “You like to pinch your nipples?” he asked. She shook her head yes. Ron retrieved a pair of nipple clamps on a chain from his bag. “These kind of go with your collar,” he joked.

“Oh, I like that,” she said after he finished applying the clamps.

He went back to pleasuring her glossy pink pussy and was soon licking and sucking on her clit. He then added one finger, and then a second. Kristy was moaning and squirming as she lightly held on to his skull. As he sucked on her tic-tac she began grinding her cunt into his face.

As her breathing changed, she announced, “I’m cumming!” Her legs shook and her lower tummy quivered as her orgasm hit. “YES! YES!”

Ron never stopped sucking her hooded pearl or banging her warm, wet, tunnel of lust. As she returned to reality, Kristy pushed his head away from her treasure box. “Too much. I’m sensitive after I climax.”

Ron looked up to see his young lover in ecstasy, their eyes meeting. Both smiled. “You have pussy juice all over your face,” she teased. “That was amazing, Daddy. Thanks.”

He stood up and surveyed her spread out on the bed. “Next time, I think I should tie you down with restraints. That would be fun.”

Noticing that he had a strong erection, “Why don’t you lay down and let me ride your beautiful cock?”

Chuckling, “I’d love to,” said Ron.

Kristy slowly lowered herself until his head hit her pussy lips. She rubbed his helmet on her lips before sinking down on his love stick. When fully impaled, she ground her kitty into his pubic area while grabbing both tits and caressing her milk melons.

“You look so sexy. I love it when you play with your tits,” Ron whispered. “

She began raising herself up a few inches and then dropping down into his lap, forcing Ron’s big dick so deep he was hitting her cervix. After about a dozen times she leaned forward and began rocking.

Ron’s hands instantly began caressing her breasts and then teasing her nipples by pulling on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. She removed the clamps and started pinching, pulling, and twisting her hard, pink nipples.

“This hurts, but in a good way,” Kristy said, her breathing now labored from the aerobic workout.

Hearing that, Ron slapped her left breast, making sure to target her nipple. And then the right. Left, right, left. “How is that?”

“OK, I like the pinching and twisting more,” she said sheepishly.

Ron licked his thumb and softly rubbed around her engorged pleasure nub, and when he finally teased her clit, she moaned. He went fast and slow, also alternating the pressure on her sex button.

“You are so wet. I can feel your juices running down my balls and starfish,” he said softly, enjoying her tight pussy rocking on his manhood.

“Starfish?” Kirsty asked.

“Starfish, brown eye, back door, you know, the asshole,” he said.

Ron began thrusting to match her rocking motion, driving his throbbing cock deeper into her flooded cavern. His hands returned to her full boobs to caress her young perky tits.

“Oh, this feels so good, Ron. I haven’t been fucked in months,” Kristy panted between breaths as she had her head down, her long blonde hair hanging over her face.

“Ya, I’m getting close. Talk dirty to me,” he directed her.

She looked up, made eye contact, smiled, and said, “Your cock feels so good. You’re stretching my pussy. Cum for me, Ron! Fill me with your jizz!”

“Yes. I’m so close!” Ron said.

“I’m about to climax! Cum with me!” Kristy exclaimed. “FUCK ME HARDER!”

Ron was thrusting faster and harder all while watching her big boobs bouncing all over the place as she rocked and he thrusted. He felt his balls tingle and his legs quiver. He was about to explode.

“I’m cumming! AGH! Fuck yes!” he yelled.

Several blasts of cum filled her tight pussy as he slowed down his hip thrusting.

“Don’t stop!” Kristy said.

Ron looked at her; he knew she was on the edge of jumping off the cliff. He quickly rubbed his thumb on her swollen pleasure nub, setting off a chain reaction. Kristy’s whole body shook; she fell forward, her hands landing on his shoulders.

“That was pretty good for our first time,” he said.

Kristy smiled, “Yes, it was. You’re skilled, I haven’t cummed like that in a long time.”

The two new lovers cuddled one another as they enjoyed their post fuck high. After a few soft kisses, Ron suggested they shower and that she could then leave or join him to finish the wine and charcuterie.

Thirty minutes later, she was back in her car, reliving the events of the past two plus hours. Kristy thought to herself, “A thousand dollars and great sex with a nice guy. I hit the jackpot.”

The End