PSD- chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Tiffany stepped off the bus and glanced around. It had taken her an hour to get to the right place utilizing the public transport system and the last of her saved up change. The area wasn't too nice looking. She was downtown and it was really dark. As she glanced around her eyes finally fell onto what she was looking for. Across the street was a large building. The parking lot was strewn with cars and there were people outside smoking cigarettes. Pink Diamonds Strip Club. Branded the top of the building in bright pink neon letters.

"Strip Club!?" Tiffany gasped as she stared at the building. She sighed in defeat. So this was a bust. There was no way she was going to be a stripper. There was also no way they would hire someone as plain as her. Oh my god, am I really considering being a fucking stripper? She thought bitterly as she stared at the building.

The add had seemed like a chance from God and now it had turned out to be false. She needed money badly but she knew she could never get away with being a stripper. Besides, she knew they would take one look at her and turn her away. She was running out of time though. She only had two days to find a job and that would be near impossible. This place had promised her an interview. She had also come all this way. She might as well go inside and see what it was like. She'd never ventured in a strip club before.

"Maybe its not even a nude one?" she mumbled as she crossed the street and walked towards the strip club. She pushed open the door and stepped into the lobby of the club. Instantly her jaw dropped. Standing alone at the receptionist stand was what looked like a stripper. The woman was incredibly beautiful. She had long vibrant platinum blonde hair and a perfect emotionless face.

The woman was obviously no stranger to the knife. Tiffany could see two massive round fake tits protruding from the woman's revealing pink top. Her lips were also unnaturally swollen and puckered up. Her face seemed almost frozen and too perfect somehow. The woman's eyes were large blue doll eyes and they blinked a few times as she looked at Tiffany.

"Like its $30 to get in," the woman said as she stretched out a well manicured hand with long plastic nails.

"Actually I didn't come for that. I called earlier. I'm Tiffany, the girl looking for a job?"

"Like oooohhhh! *giggle* you should of totally said that then silly! Come on then follow me! I'll take you to see Frank!" she said happily. The plastic stripper turned around and began to walk away. Tiffany followed her and was slightly distracted by the woman's massive round ass that was sticking out from her tight pink tights. She watched the strippers big ass sway as she followed her, feeling more and more self conscious as she walked through the club.

"My name is Kitty, by the way." the stripper she'd been following said as she glanced over her shoulder.

"Nice to meet you Kitty."

The club was dark and full of noise. She looked up at the elevated platform that the other strippers were dancing on. She watched transfixed for a moment as another equally as plastic brunette stripper rubbed a stripper pole between her legs and pulled down her top showing her two perfectly round fake bolt-on implants.

Tiffany looked away. She walked past other strippers who were serving drinks or looking for men to give lap dances too. They all looked incredibly fake and over sexualized. Tiffany had never assumed that strippers would be that plastic. She'd expected a few pairs of fake boobs, but not the level of plastic perfection these women seemed to be going for.

"Do all strip clubs have stripers that are... this, um attractive?" Tiffany asked Kitty. Tiffany had settled for attractive when she'd really wanted to say plastic.

"*giggile* Like no! We have the hottest strippers in the whole state! Our girls are as hot or like hotter then Vegas girls!"

"Oh, okay." Tiffany said. Then it was affirmed there was no way they'd hire her. Still she didn't want to be rude. She would follow Kitty to Frank and see what happened. Suddenly a stripper approached Tiffany from her right. The girl was African American and light skinned. Her hair was a light blonde and she was stunning. The stripper held a tray of drinks pressed to her big obviously fake tits.

"Would you like a drink sweetie? Free of charge."

"Actually I'm only 19." Tiffany sighed. She'd love a drink right about now actually.

"That's okay *giggle* I won't tell anyone."

"Well, I would but I'm on my way to talk to Frank for an interview."

"Oh! Don't worry! We can drink on shift here, Frank won't care if you have a little drink. Here I insist." the girl said. She grabbed a drink with her plastic long purple nails and shoved it towards Tiffany.

"Thank you." Tiffany smiled. She lifted the drink to her lips and then emptied her glass in a few swallows. The alcohol burned as it went down her throat.

"Nothing wrong with some liquid courage," Tiffany shrugged as she placed the empty glass down and then sped up her walking to catch up with Kitty. By now they were at the very back of the club. Kitty suddenly stopped and before Tiffany could react she bumped into Kitty's big ass. It was strangely firm and still cushiony.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry." Tiffany said. The drink she had must of been kicking in faster then she'd expected.

"Don't worry sweetie, that felt good." Kitty purred. She then stepped aside and Tiffany was able to notice that they were standing in front of a man. The man was sitting in a large booth and nursing a drink. He looked to be in his late thirties and he had an Italian look to him. His hair was dark and gelled back and his face was attractive and assertive. He was fairly muscular and wearing a tight fitting dark blue shirt and a golden chain.

"And who do we have here Kitty?" the man asked.

"This is... what's your name again Sweetie?"

"Tiffany."

"Right, this is like Tiffany. She's come here for an interview. *giggle*"

"Perfect! Have a seat then Tiffany and we can get started." Frank said as he flashed her a bright smile. Tiffany sat down in the booth across from him.

"So, what made you decide to look into working at Pink Diamonds?"

"Well, honestly I lost my job today. I have to find a new job soon or I'm screwed. I saw your add in the paper and thought I'd see what its like here." she'd decided to go for honest.

"Sounds legit, I like people who are legit. Is it everything you expected it to be?"

"Actually no. I'm still in shock. I've never seen girls that looked like this."

"We pride ourselves for the hottest girls around at Pink Diamonds. Tell me do you have any experience stripping or dancing?"

"No. I've only worked at Arbys so far."

"Okay, you wouldn't be the first. Now would you mind showing me what you've got?" he said as he arched a brow and pointed to a stripper pole that was stationed a few feet away from the table.

At first Tiffany wanted to say hell no. But suddenly the song changed. It was a Buckcherry song, Crazy Bitch. Tiffany loved this song. She suddenly got up and moved towards the pole hesitantly. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system. Maybe it was because she loved this song.

Either way she moved towards the pole until her hands were wrapped around the cold metal. Once she touched the pole something clicked. She threw her head back as a feeling rushed through her. She felt free and she felt hot.

"Hey, you're crazy bitch, but you fuck so good, I'm on top of it."
"When I dream, I'm doing you all night, scratches all down my back to keep me right on."

Now Tiffany began grinding her groin against the pole. She pulled her hand up her body and rubbed her breasts as she grinded on the pole. She dropped lower as she began shaking her ass as best as she could. She had no idea what she was doing, but she just went with it. She pulled one leg up and slid it up and down the poll. She then threw her hair this way and that. When the song ended she stopped and stared at Frank breathing heavily.

"How did I do?" she said as she moved towards the booth a little dizzy. Frank slowly clapped and grinned.

"Great for your first time. You're hired Tiffany. Can you start tomorrow night?"

"Wow, really? Thank you so much! I promise you won't regret hiring me! I'll be here tomorrow night, what time?"

"How does eleven sound?"

"Sounds fine to me."

"Good, see you then."