Amateur Night By MrGrey (Magic, BE, Slut)

[Burke_Rakers]

Amateur Night

By MrGrey

Lily Nichols sat against the padded booth with her arms across her chest. Her black blazer neatly pressed and her black slacks keeping her looking as professional as usual. As the men sitting next to her hooted and hollered at the girls on stage, she softly shook her head. This is pathetic, she thought. She couldn't stand these business deals.

As one of the men turned to look at her, his face sweaty and red with a big smile on his face, Lily smiled back at him. "You having a good time!?" she shouted over the loud music.

The rich, fat man just nodded his head and gave her a thumbs up before turning back to the show.

Lily sighed.

Sometimes this was only way to close a deal. Once she got these men liquored up and entertained, they'd agree to anything she wanted. They'd sign any paper she put in front of their faces. Sure, it was a ruthless tactic. But, the real estate business could be just as ruthless.

As the girl finished shaking her ass in the direction of a sea of dollar bills, the music turned off and a man on a microphone asked for everyone to give round of applause for "Caaaaandeeeee...". The men all clapped and whistled.

"I gotta tell you, Nichols—you sure know how to show a guy a good time," one of the sweaty, fat men said.

"You really like these sorts of places?" another one asked.

Lily nodded, "Oh sure, I come here all the time." This was true, but it was always such a hassle. She couldn't stand what these women were doing to themselves. Altering their bodies with plastic surgery and selling any shred of dignity they could possibly have. Some said that strippers were above prostitute's on the social totem pole, but Lily didn't see a difference.

"Ok, gentlemen...and ladies," came the announcer, "Tonight is amateur night, so let's get a few of the women in the audience up on stage!"

Cries and hoots came from the crowd of men as the few woman in the club were gently pushed and urged to jump up on stage. Lily's party quickly turned away from the stage and stared at her. Lily politely shook her head and simply answered, "No."

The men laughed and showed their disappointment. Lily saw a chance to get their attention as the stage was empty. "So, maybe we should talk about the deal now?" she suggested.

One of the men nodded and was about to take her up on her offer as the music suddenly picked up. It was some old 70's bar song that Lily couldn't remember, but she knows she heard it many times at the various football and baseball games she's taken potential clients.

The group of men turned away from an increasingly frustrated Lily and watched as a young blonde jumped up on stage. She definitely had the body to be a stripper, just a little more work and she would be taking in hundreds of dollars a night. Her friends cheers and shouted as she grinded her hips against the gold pole and kicked her feet in the air as she held herself up.

Wow, thought Lily, some amateur...

When the girl was finally done, she gracefully walked backstage through the curtain. Lily began to wonder why she didn't go back to the table where her friends had been sitting, but glancing at the table, they didn't even seem to remember her. Hmmmm, thought Lily, guess they weren't her friends after all. She must not have been an amateur. She did look pretty profession when she was done. Lily could have sworn she had jumped up there from the audience though.

Oh well.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's look at our numbers here—" Lily began again, almost stealing the attention from the dancers, but soon another girl had found her way up on stage and was soon swaying her hips to some vulgar hip-hop song.

Lily could have sworn that she saw that girl enter the club through the bouncer the same way Lily and her clients did. This girl was definitely not a stripper. But, she sure took to it pretty quickly. Within minutes, the shy girl was gyrating her waist seductively at the crowd of drooling men.

For a split second, Lily began to think that this girl's breast were a little bigger than they were when she first went on stage. But, that thought quickly left her head. She knew that the girl's breasts were bigger than her own. Lily looked down at her pathetic cleavage and sighed. If only she had the money, maybe she could make something of herself. But, plastic surgery doesn't come for free...

The thought of money brought Lily spiraling back to earth and she attempted again to snatch back the attention of these men. "I need to know if we're going to have a deal here."

The men didn't hear her.

They kept their eyes trained on the stripper on stage.

That girl doesn't even have any good moves, Lily thought defensively. Lily knew she could show her a thing or two. She glanced down at the fake tits she had bought a while back. Lily was proud of them. They were like a couple of tan cantaloupes hanging from her chest.

Lily leaded across the table and physically snatched the men's head's toward her. "I repeat," she said sternly, "I need to know if we're going to have a deal."

The men looked at her. Behind their heads, Lily watched as the stripper walked back behind the curtains. Lily began to wonder when the amateurs were going to start getting on stage.

The men just grinned at Lily, giving her the same look they give all the other women at this club. "We'll make you a deal," one of them suggested, "You get up on stage and we have a deal."

Lily couldn't believe her ears! How could they suggest such a thing? They were here to do business!

Although...

Lily knew that she could do it. She knew she looked good enough. Looking down at her slinky green skirt and halter top, Lily figured it couldn't hurt. If this was what it took...

"Fine," she said, standing up. Her 32FF tits almost hung out of her top, but that's the way Lily wore them. Like a trophy...

The music started as bumping techno music filled the strip club. Lily climbed the stage. She felt a little nervous at first. This was her first time! But, Lily was never a shy person. She knew what she had to do to close this deal. From the top of the lighted, smoky stage, Lily looked down at the group of men as she towered over them. They seemed in awe of her. Which they should be, Lily thought confidently.

Lily found her grip on the music and slipping into its beat. She swayed her hips from side to side as she ran her hands down her hips. She spun around and moved her ass in small circles, receiving catcalls from the other men in the club.

Amateur night is finally under way, she thought. She couldn't believe that she was the one that had to do it first though. Maybe now all these bitches will stop being so shy.

Lily took one last breath as she reached behind her neck and yanked the string from her halter, letting it come loose and fall to her waist. Lily's fake tits stuck out from her chest like darts in a dartboard. She ran her fingers through her thick hair, letting it toss side to side as she kicked her mini-skirt into the crowd. Now clad in only a lacey green thong, Lily grabbed hold of the golden pole and spun herself around until she landed on her knees. She crawled slowly up the catwalk as hundreds of hands dove for the string around her waist, burying bills under it.

She sat up and began to shake her chest at the happy men, a big smile on her face the whole time.

She really enjoys this.

This is why she does this for a living...

Just as the music stopped, Lily noticed a group of men sitting in a booth, dressed in suits. Bunch of business men, she thought to herself. I better stop by that table before the night's over. She knew she could really rack up some tips from those guys.

As Lily turned around to exit her stage, the men turned back to each other, discussing whatever business they had come here to discuss. Lily walked through the curtains and found herself back in the dressing room. The last two girls that had danced were taking their make-up off.

"Where you going, Meg?" Lily asked the blonde.

"Ah, I'm getting off early. Gotta pick the kids up from some birthday party," she said glumly.

Lily nodded, "Rocko say its ok?"

"Yeah, he's cool with it," she answered.

The other dancer walked up to her, "Hey, you get a look at the business freaks over in section 4?"

Lily nodded with a smile.

"Some frumpy looking business bitch was with them, but it looks like she left."

Lily's face lit up. Perfect, she thought.

She popped a piece of gum in her mouth and went around the back to exit through a door by the bar. She waved at Sammy, the bartender, and strutted up to the business men's booth, her tits she hanging proudly out, her ass jiggling in her thong. "Hey boys," she said in an overly girly voice, "Whatcha up to over here?" She bluntly sat in the first man's lap, who then received a couple of grins from his buddies.

"Oh, we're just having a meeting," one of them answered.

Lily smacked her gum. It always did something for them, men just loved it. "Nothing too important I hope," she said, smiling at the anonymous man who's lap she occupied. The men shook their heads. "You naughty boys here alone?" They all nodded. "No ladies with you tonight?" They shook their heads again. "Would you like one?" she asked with a suggestive smile.

The men murmured to themselves. "How much?" one of them asked.

"Come on in the back and we'll work out a deal," she said, dismounting the man.

Lily did finally work out a deal with the men. But, as she found herself double-stuffed with cocks, with one in her mouth and two in her pussy, Lily realized that she may be on the losing end of the deal. But, she didn't care. This is what she did for a living, and she did it with a smile.

THE END