Looks Like I Didn’t Forget My Brother’s Present After All.

You can call me Alice, I won’t be mentioning any real names for obvious reasons but I feel like sharing a dirty secret I’ve kept for 4 years. You could say I’m your average girl, I had my fair share of boys chasing after me in highschool even though I was never the popular type, I prefered the mismatched crowd, more quiet and collective types, ended up making most of my friends through learning web development online.

Anybody would think I was pretty normal at a first glance, grew up in a small family, nice house, quiet town, did well in school, had a loving mom and dad, and a little brother who we’ll name John, but all his friends called him Jman. You should remember that for later. I eventually moved out into the city 30 minutes away to start college for programming, and with that racking up a debt that would take me an eternity to pay back.

After graduating it was tough finding real work, sure I could grab the small contracts on top of my minimum wage job but my rent ate most of my check, and after groceries I was back to zero. Luckily I made some close friends, one that comes to mind I’ve always questioned the fact she had cash on her all the time, almost effortlessly. To my surprise she didn’t hesitate in telling me she worked at well known club. A stripclub to be blunt, and they’re reputation wasn’t the cleanest, but the rate was much higher than their competitors, and really really popular, always in demand for new girls, I was sold.

So began a new chapter in my life, found it sexually liberating, it was fun to experiment and get outside of my comfort zone. I always got a little carried away, I couldn’t help myself really, I think I enjoyed it more than most of the other girls. Most nights were smooth, although I had a few bad experiences with some asshole deadbeats and some touchy feely types, “no touching” First rule right before you signed in. Well, no touching unless you wanna pay extra for a private session downstairs.

I always considered going down there, with the rate tripled, and after hearing the other girls stories, it tempted many fantasies on what I’d wanna try. I wasn’t so interested in the private rooms, a little too intimate for my liking, but they had gloryhole booths which stirred something in me that I don’t like to admit.