Meeting her Mistress

Meeting her Mistress

Chapter 2

Becoming a Stripper

My flight back to the States was uneventful and long. my mind was still swimming with all the information i took in during the past week. i continually went over my confession to Nikki in my head...over and over. i also noticed every time i thought about it, my cunt would get wet and i found myself squirming and rubbing myself. i began looking at the Black males crotch’s and the usual bulge in their pants and i imagined what it felt like, what it tasted like again. i began craving for it. Reality set back in when i arrived back home in California and saw my parents. While the beach house in Florida was very nice, the flights back and forth seemed to set them back more and more with each flight. i knew we had to give it up and settle at one place or the other. i was going to have to have a very difficult discussion with my parents and tell them. But first, i thought to myself, we should have one last getaway vacation there for a couple of months. i didn’t have a job and had the money, so why not. i made the arrangements before telling them the good news. They both seemed elated at the idea.

We landed in Jacksonville Airport in the early evening after traveling all day with 2 stop overs. The flight wore my parents out and myself as well. The flights were taking their toll on me too. But i drove home while they napped in the car. i noticed a billboard on I-95 for some strip club in Jacksonville and how they were always looking for dancers. i’d always admired the pretty girls that worked there and had heard that they made some very good money, sometimes up to $1,000 per night or more. i wondered if i was in good enough shape to do something like that. Heaven knows i worked out enough to try and keep my body in decent enough shape. i filed it into the back of my mind as i drove home and settled in.

For the first few days after arriving, we just got ourselves acquainted to the heat and humidity and time difference. We visited are usual eating spots and said hello to old friends and neighbors. But in that short of time and being with my parents around the clock, i already began to get stir crazy. My dad would wonder off not knowing where he was or who he was. It was scary and very stressful. My sister and i would take turns watching them and that was a big help. One night i just needed to get out of the house, and took the car and went to the closest bar. i was relaxing, having a nice glass of Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay, when my mind wandered off again. i got to thinking about the strip club. i guess the glass of wine was just enough to settle my nerves down and release some inhibitions, because i decided to take the drive down to Jacksonville and see what it was all about. The drive was only a hour and I-95 at that time of night was a breeze.

i had never been in a strip club before and the only thing i could relate to them were tv shows. The Gentleman’s Club was on Beach Blvd. and looked like a decent place. The inside was even nicer. i went in and talked to the assistant night manager, and filled out an application while having a vodka on the rocks. i couldn’t believe i was actually applying to be a stripper. i watched the girls around the room and they were all, absolutely gorgeous. There were 3 stages with catwalks and a pole at the end. Even the cocktail waitresses were naked. In fact....all the girls were naked. i was the only woman in the place with clothes on.  i was told to come back the following night, as the manager and owner of the club would be in and would want to see me.

The next day, i made an excuse to leave for the night. i made arrangements with my sister to watch my parents and i didn’t tell a soul about what i was applying to become. i didn’t get nervous until i pulled into the parking lot of the Club. i walked in and asked for the asst. manager again, and he came out to meet me. i was at the bar ordering another vodka on the rocks because i needed something right away to calm my nerves. When the manager came out, my jaw must have hit the floor. my eyes scanned up and down. Walking towards me was this very tall, very Black, gorgeous Woman. i thought i was overdressed wearing 5” black stiletto heels that wrapped around my ankles and a respectable but short black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. i wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, after all, this was Florida. She came out with a gorgeous flowered dress that showed Her perfectly shaped legs and fit around Her ass like a glove. Her 4” high heels had Her towering over me making Her about a half a foot taller than me...with my heels on.

We talked at the bar briefly about my experience, desires and personal life. The Club only had a handful of patrons and just as many dancers, so i didn’t think my chances were good to get hired. i appreciated the opportunity however, that they even considered me. i was shocked and dumbfounded when Monique asked me if i could start the following night. i was taking a sip of my drink when She asked me and i nearly spit the mouthful out onto Her and choked. Of course i said yes and what time. We went over the details and as She scooted Her chair closer to me, i could smell Her scent. i felt my cunt getting wet just from  Her smell. i don’t know if it was a modest cologne, Her shampoo, body wash or what, but it was acting as an aphrodisiac for me. When She touched my hand i nearly melted, and explode at the same time. She gave me a hug before i headed out the door to drive home. Once in the car and on my way, i rubbed my wet cunt the entire drive home. i barely slept that night.

The next day arrived and i made myself busy to help keep my mind off how nervous i was. Around 10 am, i received a phone call from my former employer, the law office. They wondered if i would be interested in working part-time for them. as they were expanding. i explained my circumstances with my parents and they were willing to work around it. i didn’t tell them about my other part-time job that i would be starting that evening. Here i am, a classy, upper-class, well dressed with designer wardrobe secretary at a prestigious law firm by day; a stripper at a classy Gentleman’s Club at night. I wondered if i could pull it off. What would happen if someone saw me at the Club. i came to the realization...i just didn’t care. Whatever happens, happens. So i jumped on the opportunity.

So began my stint as a stripper, part-time law secretary, caregiver for my parents. my life just began to become hectic, but i was happy as hell. i couldn’t wait to start that night. i couldn’t wait to see Monique again. She made me melt just looking at Her. i knew i’d do whatever She wanted, but i hoped She couldn’t just read that off me. i guess i’d see when i started work.