Working Hard For the Money by Pat Tucker

Author:Pat Tucker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sex, sex and the city, sex fiction, sex and love, sex advice
Publisher: Pat Tucker

Chandler

The music had me hyped, my adrenaline was pumping and I was the center of attention surrounded by a group of drunk screaming women. I wiggled my hips to the right, shook the tassels that hung between my legs and listened as they went wild. I’d done various back flips, and lunges while moving my chest muscles and the other one between my legs.

I was working the room, moving from one to the other as they stuffed damp crumbled bills into my jock strap. This was my side hustle, but I always made a grip more than my regular job.

“Work it, work it,” a woman kept crying.

Someone slapped me on the ass and I jiggled it even more.

“Oh God!” another woman screamed.

They were laughing, and having a good time.

I picked up one woman as I stood over another I had placed on the floor. When the tempo picked up, I started gyrating my hips and sent the tassels into a frenzy.

These chicks were wild. They were tearing at my thong, and trying to see if I was stuffing up front. It was all in good fun to me because I didn’t need to stuff, I was hung.

When women saw what I had to offer it always left their eyes wide and mouths hanging open.

The show went on and the ladies were more than a little generous. At the end of my performance I thanked them and went to a back room to change.

Just as I was about to close the door, to my surprise one of the women was standing there.

“Um, Trigger,” she said. She was visibly drunk, but she seemed to be holding her own.

“Hey beautiful, whassup?” I played it off even though she startled me.

“Well, my friends dared me,” she giggled.

Now it was my turn to look at her with wide eyes.

I was nearly dressed but was now wondering what I’d have to do to get out of there.

“I’m Bethanie,” she said then hiccupped.

I looked at her like I hope she wasn’t about to try and do what I thought she was gonna try to do.

Suddenly she pulls a hand full of cash and all I saw were twenties, fifties, and quite a few hundred dollar bills. My adrenaline started going crazy all over again.

“Um, I’m willing to give you all of this if you’ll um, you know,” she said.

I looked at the money then looked at her. There was more money there than I’d been paid for the entire performance including my tips.

I wasn’t sure if she was nervous or excited. But the money had me considering her offer. My 9 to 5 was in a stuffy office, but I made just as much if not more as an entertainer.

“So, I even got condoms,” she said and pulled those from behind her back.

Against my better judgment, I unbuttoned the shirt I had just buttoned and started taking off my boots so I could quickly remove my leg from my jeans.

“That’s your bag over there?” She motioned toward my duffle on the floor.

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