On one juncture while at university a few of us lassies were wanting to go to see a top boy stria that was going to act in the city. I confess it was not my ‘ cup of tea'however, I did not desire to miss out. Of course, all being scholarly person money was short, and tag were expensive.

I had just turned twenty-one at the time.

Knowing that I was a disengage purport with the boys, one of my friends suggested that a great way to pay for the slate would be to charge guy rope to get and make love me. I initially laughed at the idea ; Enjoying the fellowship of lots of Guy was one thing, becoming a totality whore and someone paying me for sex was another. However, the idea kept being raised again and again as an exciting possibility.

To cut quite a yearn story brusque, I eventually, cautiously and after a lot of opinion agreed. Within a few days, my friend had obtained a room at a Male student 's rented house. The ‘ Fuckfest'as it was aptly named was to use up place one Sat and would last the unanimous day allowing each guy a maximum of half an minute with me.

Another champion had the idea of selling timed tag to stop waiting line forming. They had stolen the idea from some stately dwelling house they had recently visited. When they sold a just the ticket, they wrote on it the bodily function each male person bookman wanted to perform with me. Added to this was the sentence they were to arrive at the house.

The result was that those taking office arrived at the star sign and were, more or less, able-bodied to use me in whatever way they desired without having to look. Despite this arrangement, some still turned up offering to pay at the door.

I had to wear just a bra and pantie which were then removed by every scholarly person arriving to cause sex with me. Upon arrival, a protagonist showed each visitant to the sleeping room and announced to me what they had paid to do.

pussycat fuck £5 ( PUF )

Bum piece of ass £4 ( BUF )

Blow Job £4 ( BOB )

5 Hard hind end hell dust £5 ( HAS )

Anything else monetary value on Request

I was whored out all day from 10 am until 8 pm. Some of the cat were dandy and very gentlemanly in their doings, some were a little pushy, and at least a couple were not too attractive. I serviced them all, even one guy who must have been over xxii stone who I was sure would crush me to death. His cock was hard and thick-skulled and stretched me open until I thought I would split.

The girls received the cash ; the lads enjoyed the sex, and I became a very sore fancy woman ! A few calendar week later, the results of the day materialized when we all saw the band !

After this day of action at law, I was pretty a lot continually pestered for sex, by some of the Guy who had paid to use me plus others who had head about what had taken home. At first, I refused, but after about a month, a well-favoured guy who had fucked my pussycat on that day asked if he could pay again to use my dead body. He was too hot and his money too good to turn down.

Once he had had his filling, or more correctly, I had been filled by him, I received requests on an almost daily basis for sex. These invitations came in versatile ways. To me directly, to my closest friends or sometimes written and pushed under my door in the halls of abode. They asked for differing forms of sex and a variety of former intimate related practices. I even had several letters posted to me asking me if I would attend to nightlong parties and get paid to be the sexual entertainment !

To some, I agreed, and for a while, it seemed, to me at least, that I was visiting some student's accommodation almost nightly. I loved learning to please people at these meetings.

One one of these occasions I was asked how lots I would charge to allow them to flush my head down the toilet. I replied £8 because there were four of them ! That resulted in HIT ( pass in potty ) added to my tilt.

Several times before sex, research were made as to how lots extra it would be to countenance a personal examination of my naked body. I have learnt through the years that this is a prevalent desire of the male person mintage. Quite often, a speculum was used to open me up to pull in a unspoilt and more knowledgeable look inside me. Therefore, FIE ( Full Internal Examination ) also appeared on my list along with, BOR ( Bound on Request ) and WAO ( Whipped All Over ). I had never thought of abbreviations before but now try on to imagine one up for each new request I was asked to perform.

Some students knew that I enjoyed group sex and asked if I would sustain a weekend with them SAW ( Sex Away Weekend ) for which I received £50 a sentence to be fucked hard all weekend by between 5 and 10 guys.

It was at one of these that I suggested an frost bathroom. coldness pee has always made my nipples stand out laborious and erect. I knew that the inconvenience and cold that I experienced would be worth it seeing the reaction of those with me when it happened.

The low gear time we tried it, there were almost split second erections all around even from those who, just a few minutes before, had dumped their cum into me ! As a result, FIB ( Freezing Iced bathtub ) was formed. This was immensely pop as guy cable loved stripping me and binding me before putting me into an evacuate bath and turning on the cold tap. Adding ice and watching me shiver was an added attraction ! It seemed to turn them on big time.

On one occasion, when I had agreed to a whipstitch, I was asked how lots I would consign to earmark my bosom and pussy to be whipped too. I have discovered that such activeness are voguish and exceedingly secure at getting sagging cocks rock hard again. A price was agreed for two apoplexy of the leather tip of a riding harvest on each teat and four fortuity of a voiced belted ammunition over my pussy while having my peg held apart. I realised that I had undersold these two activities and so WOT ( beating Of bosom ) and WOP ( Whipping Of Pussy ) were at the more expensive end of my paid to play events.

Just after my twenty-first natal day one guy took me aside and suggested I made some real money in a topical anaesthetic club and handed me an advert he had picked up. ‘ Pretty untested char wanted to audition for a part-time post in a topical anaesthetic baseball club - first-class rates of pay. Phone…'

I had four good Quaker, and we all decided to give it a go and see what happened. We were so naïve at the metre that it never entered our heads what form of club it might be. We thought it would be waitressing or something like cleaning. One of us phoned the numeral, and we were all asked for an consultation.

Where we ever surprised when we got there to discover it was a comic strip club and they were looking for new performers ! Two of my acquaintance immediately dropped out at this news however Gemma and I decided we'd see how the interview went just for the fun of it.

There were two men and a woman who greeted us very civilly and once they realised we were Friend were happy to consultation Gemma and me together. I did think that if they were to choose one of us, it would be Gemma. She was Melville Weston Fuller in the organic structure than I and boasted a C cup. My bosom just about managed an A cup and therefore, in my mind not likely to be so rouse to possible customer.

Gemma was also a beautiful cleaning woman with lovely curly opprobrious hair and a delicately boned face. I knew if they wanted a exotic dancer to possess the WOW divisor, it would be Gemma.

The dubiousness at the interview were mostly about our courses and lectures at University. We were grilled about possible beau and what sex liveliness we had.

After the questioning was over we were asked to strip naked. I was expecting this invitation, it was obvious really, but it still came as a bit of a jar when they put the doubt to us. We both obediently obeyed and stood there like a pair of gamboge in front of the interview panel.

All three were rather deadpan at our appearance naked in straw man of them. We told to birl around, bend over, shake our layabout and spring our mammilla before being invited to sit down without a stitch of habiliment covering our au naturel consistency.

more questions followed, such as how we would feel about men ogling at us during the carrying into action. We were also asked how we would react if university lecturer or fellow student were also in the crowd and would see us in the calendar week during lecturing. Neither of us had thought of that before as it was only forty-five minute of arc prior that we had discovered we were applying to be recreational stripteaser.

We were also informed that ‘ special'money could be easily made by providing sexual favor for some of the clientele after the show and that suitable elbow room were available for such fun and games.

"Would that not realize us little more than simple cocotte ?"Gemma asked a slight taken aback.

"Not at all,"we were informed,"A bawd goes looking for sex ; however your natural charm and beauty would bring the Guy looking for you !"

Neither of us was trusted how correct that definition was ; however, we decided to let the discipline drop at least during the interview.

We were told the rates of pay ( which were beyond our unwarranted pipe dream ) and informed that we could pass water up our routines if we were successful in getting the job.

The consultation ended, and we dressed still carefully scrutinised by the three-person panel. We were told that we would hear one way or another in a few days.

We both left in rackety laughter as we considered how mad, bold, or stupid we had been to trace through an consultation for such body of work. Imagine therefore our shock, surprise and groovy embarrassment when a couple of days later we were contacted to be told that we had got the jobs. We were told to get going straight away.

Neither Gemma or myself could really conceive that we had managed to impress the interview panel enough to hire us. It was surreal and we had veridical question as to both our power to carry out such workplace and the fearfulness of being discovered !

It was arranged that we go that night in order to meet one of the men who interviewed us who, we discovered later, was the owner and was called Brian. He was very welcome and showed us around the empty building, explaining what was what and where was where.

We were shown what he called to ‘ Intimate rooms'where we could go privately if we fancied anyone and in doing so could top up what he was paying us to perform.

Neither Gemma or I ever thought that we would use these facilities at the time. We were also showed a much larger room that had quite a bit of mostly crude and homemade bondage equipment.

"This,"Brian said with a smile,"Is where gamy little girl are corrected !"

I confess to a wee shudder of expectation for that way if things worked out.

After completing the tour Brian asked, ,"How about starting tomorrow at 8 pm ?"

Both Gemma and I looked at each other a short doubtful. We had not expected to be performing so soon. Suddenly it hit us just what we agreed to do. To be paid to take our clothes off for the pleasure of others ! It was a bit of a shocking moment—a sudden coming back to the reality of the situation. Tomorrow we would be naked to the regard of maybe fifty to one hundred men ! It was rather a subduing and nerve-wracking thought !

As agreed, we turned up the next day without even considering what we would wear to perform in. We both stupidly wore jeans and tee shirt with jumpers under our coat. Brian's wife, who we found out was the female interviewer, looked rather curiously at us and asked if we intended to perform in THOSE clothes.

She then went on to explain that bird were much in effect than pant as they could be lifted, flounced and then quickly removed whereas pant were inapt to carry off while trying to defend an aurora of sexuality.

She also advised that blouses or button-up tops were estimable than jersey as the buttons were promiscuous to undo one by one and the item slipped on and off the articulatio humeri in a teasing and provocative manner. A tee shirt did not have got so many fluctuation, just up, over and off.

I felt rather dullard at being told such basic affair ; however, I had never required to recall about them before. As both Gemma and myself were only twenty-one and about to perform in a comic strip ball club for the beginning time, it was not storm that we had failed to conceive the attire we would wear.

That night I remember just how incredibly nervous we both were. We were trembling as we waited for the events to begin and even when we talked, it seemed that our speech was somewhat wobbly !

Brian appeared just as we were about to step out onto the stage,"Don't try and do too very much tonight,"he advised kindly,"I suggest, as it's your for the first time fourth dimension, you leave your panty on and flash your boobs. Rachel, don't be alarmed if cat laugh at you because of your.. er.."His voice died away as he sought the right words to describe my wholly inadequate bosom.

"Because I'm championship ?"I added, trying to be helpful.

He smiled,"Don't concern ; your personality will win them over !"

With that, I could hear our names announced. I went alternately hot and cold as I am certain Gemma did too and I noticed my hands were trembling.

I remember thinking ‘ I hope that I can undo my trouser button without fumbling it !'

Gemma was to follow me, so I wanted to try and give her a good lead-in and not mess up my little show.

I remember stepping out onto a low stage about one fundament high and about twelve to fifteen feet long backdropped by a enceinte and slightly faded disconsolate curtain. No music played, as we had not requested any. We had not thought in any way of dancing while removing our clothes.

I gave a fiddling slip as I lifted my tee shirt to unwrap my bra. There were a duad of Oh's and Ah's. I tried to smile at the audience sitting in front of me. All I could see however were shadowy physical body due to the lustrous public eye of two Light that shone down from a gantry on the ceiling.

I lifted my T-shirt entirely off and threw it almost carelessly to one side. I had been on stage perhaps less than a hour. I had decided to discase down to my underclothes before the grand unveiling of any flesh.

I turned my back on the many watching middle and to my great stand-in managed to untie the button on my denim despite my still trembling hands. I immediately commenced to rend them down to queer my white panties covering my bottom.

As soon as I had allowed a pot of around four in, I teasingly pulled them up again and turned round to front the people. It was then that I discovered why you should never wear denim while trying to plunder in public.

I pulled them down past my coxa and immediately realised that whatever I did next would be very ungainly as I bent down, seeking to consume them abject to my genu. The letting down of my jeans hampered the movement of my understructure, and I felt a sudden fear of falling over.

I could get word little titters of laughter as I sought to extricate myself from such a problematic situation. At last, I managed to cultivate one foot dislodge and tried to shake the other pant leg off my left animal foot, but it seemed that it wanted to remain firmly in berth. I could experience myself going promising red with embarrassment until I eventually bent rightfield down and almost hopping on one groundwork got my jean off, leaving just my underclothes in position.

All I wanted to do was get finished and out of the luminosity. The unanimous thing had become, in my eyes at least, a disaster ! I could not realise why I had not thought more seriously about what attire I would jade for such an occasion. I knew that I was going to hold an expo of myself anyway by stripping au naturel but to do it in this highly embarrassing way was a bit obtuse, to say the least.

I knew matter could get no worse so decided to go for the ‘ coup-de-grace'and whip off my bra giving everyone a expert look at my small breasts. I intended to twiddle the bra around my finger like an aircraft propeller. In what I thought was a chic movement, I undid and took off my bra, smiling broadly as I did so. I then commenced turning right around while continuing to twirl my bra enthusiastically.

I had often done this in mock fun before a mirror without any problem. The bra, on this occasion, took on a mind of its own. It flew off my finger, and away from the stage. I froze as yet another disaster seemed to befall my get-go act as an unskilled stripper. To laughter, I jumped off the phase, picked up the errant item and dashed to the safety of the small corridor at the face of the microscope stage. Here I found Gemma her eyes wet with bout of laugh, having witnessed my unorthodox functioning.

"Thank you,"she said as she passed to go onto the microscope stage,"I'm not nervous anymore !"

I sat in a chair red with plethora and determined never to do such a poor fish thing again, no topic how much person might pay me. My only day as a stripper was over.

I looked on with a stage of envy as Gemma managed to succeed with neat aplomb where I had so miserably failed. I did deliver a wry smile to myself as even she struggled in the removal of her jeans.

Once we had both settled down from our first hardiness lark at the guild, Brian informed us that the clientele there that Nox were not patrons but friends of the owners and employees. They were attending so that we did not publicly humiliate ourselves, and the clubhouse, on our first coming into court. What a relief that was to me at least. judgment you, I had to be persuaded in monastic order actually to go through with a full operation again.

It was a week and a day later on a Saturday nighttime that Gemma and myself, now suitable attired in right skirts and blouses and having had our hair professionally styled arrived for our first populace showing. Once again, we were as skittish as could be, and I even struggled to take my jacket off in the changing rooms as I fumbled for the buttons. I guess that the debacle of the previous week was uppermost in my mind. I was determined not to look so pillock again.

This week I had chosen some music that I thought was allow for the eventide and that I felt I could try and cavort to as I undressed. The owners informed us that panties could stay on and that no touch of us by the public was allowed although we could if we wanted, walk between the tables while in a state of undress.

There were two other young lady there that Night who had clearly done the whole thing previously. I think one of them was a bit jealous of Gemma as she was a beautiful miss with a much better pectus than mine, and a smile for which to die. She like me tended to wear little war paint, to be honest, we never needed to.

The other two girl were plastered with mascara, eye shadow and lipstick. We watched them execute and do a full-body strip - cipher left to the imaging. I let Gemma go first this sentence but soon wondered if it was a good idea. The yearner she continued, the More clammy my hands became, the drying agent my throat became, and the more mark I became.

Suddenly Gemma was walking off to great applause, and it was my twist ! Out I went like a rabbit caught in the headlamp determined that this time things would work out well. They did !

I danced slowly, and I hoped provocatively to the bit I had chosen doyen Martin's ‘ That's Amore.'I felt that a obtuse Song would be easier to proceed to and with the aspect of lovemaking within the Word of God thought it would work in putting those in attending in a right frame of mind to be kind and warm towards me. It seemed to work.

I flounced my skirt a trivial lifting it at both position to reveal what I have always concluded to be my best plus, my wooden leg. I then teasingly undid the push button on my blouse and after popping the finally one did several open and closing movements providing a coup d'oeil each clip of my bra and then my bare shoulder joint until I decided to go further.

I undid the little zip at the face of my wench and let it fall to the base, which it did, to my outstanding respite, without any encumbrance. My legs were now exposed, although the long blouse still covered the bulk of my pantie. I alternately pulled the blouse up, dropped it off my shoulders and held it open to allow a niggling penchant of what was to come.

Then I stepped off the stage and deliberately let my blouse drop curtain off my arms behind me as I did so. I was feeling a lot more confident now, even though with coming onto the storey from the stage, I could see far More faces than the lights on the phase usually allowed.

I decided that I would not spin my bra when I removed it. I pulled it down a few sentence teasingly giving customer a stealthy peek of my tiny breasts. This strategy seemed to work well as wolf whistles that I had heard previously for Gemma resounded round the room.

I became so brave out I turned around and pulled my panty down just once providing a wee peek at my buns. As I turned back I reached behind me and undid the catch on my bra quickly pulling it off and holding it on one finger I let it too drop to the floor.

I was a twenty-year-old university student, standing before about fifty people, mostly men in a gild that allowed girl like me to show their magic spell to paying node. It was rather a strange superstar. I walked between the tables knowing that everyone there wanted a full exhibit and my step-in to come up off too. I now knew that I would be able to do that on my next visit. I desired to please everyone !

On our way home in my little car, Gemma and I discussed and giggled about every niggling minute of our experience that night. We smiled at the thought of seeing men obviously in their LX sitting looking at us with lubricious heart. We laughed at the unimaginable melodic theme they might need to pay us for sex after another show, and we both agreed that some were disappointed not to possess seen us skylark totally nude. If Brian and his wife agreed we decided next time we would do the full-of-the-moon Monty and leave nothing to the imaging. Anything those other made-up young lady could do we could do just as well if not better !

It was three weeks later when the postulation came asking if we wished to ‘ perform.'We were both happy enough to accept the offer, although, once again, very nervous, especially so as we had decided that we would let everyone see everything.

We informed Brian of our decision, and he was happy enough after checking to guarantee we meant what we said and had said what we meant.

In the intervening period both Gemma and I had gone out to purchase some new what we termed ‘ sexy, racy and lacy'bra and pantie set underwear. I had gone very daring with all red and to link had asked that the Song ‘ ma'am in Red'by Chris DeBurgh to be played when I stripped. I, therefore, decided to wear a red chick, tartan red ( James Maitland Stewart ) blouse and curtly red cardigan. It all seemed to match perfectly. Gemma seemed more cabbage ; however, I did think her black underclothing was somewhat classy.

This Night it was my turn to go first and after the proclamation of my gens and that no touching of the performing artist was allowed I strode fairly confidently out into the glare of the lights and gaze of the the great unwashed. The wee Cardigan Welsh corgi soon lay discarded on the base as I undid the release in a transcript of what I had done previously. Eventually, the skirt and blouse joined my cardigan in a pile.

The song played again, and I could tell that the gang in tonight were enjoying the thrill of watching a young twenty-one-year-old miss from Edinburgh baring all before them. A few more teases and I removed my bra. To my surprisal, no one seemed disappoint that my white meat were so belittled. There was plenty of wolf-whistling and chanting from those watching.

I then teased as I walked between the table alternately pulling my knickers down and up in, what I hoped was a provocative manner. Eventually, I bent over and pulled them down to my knees, ensuring the guys on the nearest table, who just happened to be the youngest and fittest, got a honest eyeful of my bum. Then with a fiddling wiggle, I let them fall to the trading floor and standing up did a wee twirl so that all could see my naked strain.

More whistles rang out along with a pretty good rhythm of applause from the appreciative looker-on. I sauntered between each mesa to ensure that no one missed having a closer look at what they considered were my magical spell. Some asked if they could rival, which was not allowed. former asked for my phone number or where we could meet. To my mind, it was solve that what I had accomplished had been appreciated, and the terrible jean fiasco melted into my dim memory.

Gemma got on equally well if not more so with her a lot better endowment. After we had completed our Erolia minutilla, we were blown away when five guys came asking if they could meet us for sex in the ‘ private rooms.'

Although Brian had shown us the rooms and explained what they were for I am sure as shooting that neither Gemma or I had ever thought that we would be seriously propositioned for sex after our performances. It just had not fully crossed our radar at that metre. We were both Thomas More than a little gobsmacked at these offers but politely declined on that occasion. We needed prison term to believe about such forward motion and any advantage to be gained from them.

Next day as we chatted together in my room about the event, Gemma asked how I would feel if we suggested any there were allowed to bear on us as we moved around. I had gone to sleep the previous evening, thinking that it might be Thomas More fun and more interactive if I had chosen several guys to come and polish off my assorted apparel during the show. It seemed, to me anyway, an exciting thought. I also knew that hands feeling my dead body were a big turn on and readily agreed with Gemma that we should evoke both choice to Brian.

We also discussed what to do if we were again asked for sex after the next show. Being from Scotland, I had been brought up to value money and not to lay waste to it as it was so heavy to follow by. But here was an chance to garner not just our fee paid each time we stripped but an awful lot more. Gemma was more careful questioning if we really did want to play at being whore. I pointed out that we would not be playing at being whores if we were getting paid. That made us both giggle at the sentiment and we decided just to hold back and see what happened on the next occasion. We had not long to wait.

Brian contacted us, asking if we could perform again on Friday as, due to illness, two of his regulars had let him down. I had a pretty goodly and complex essay to complete and deal in so was a little hesitant, but eventually, we agreed.

I had decided that I needed a new wardrobe and it was at that time that I found Greek valerian store to be of such legal value, especially those situated in the better-off areas. I managed to obtain two excellent knee-length wearing apparel that were a stark fit. I also purchased a twain of chick, one long and one rather short-circuit, as well as a beautiful sequined and initially pricy dress in pink that looked mythologic on me. I knew too that I needed some new underclothing, but that would own to wait until special finances allowed .