Underage Stripper

I grew up in in the slums. My parents both died when I was 16 years old and every since then I have been forced to fend for myself. I have no other family. My name is Trisha and I have been working as a stripper in a downtown joint. A pretty clean establishment, just topless with pasties.

The owner, Ralph and his gross sons, Jason and Eddie, whom acted as the bouncers, were oily and greasy men. All of them gross and learing. They smelled too. I kept my distance from them, although they were always checking me out and learing at me. I think that Ralph knew I was underage, but never gave me a problem about it.

I made good money at the strip joint. It was a seedy place, that had old gross clients, but the money was good and it kept me fed and in decent apartment. The other strippers I worked with were young, but we kind of helped each other out, and watched each other’s back.

I had been hearing rumors around the club about “after hours” activities that Ralph was engaging in with some of the strippers. He was having some of the strippers that owed him money, stay after the club closed down. There were rumors that he was letting some of the customers stay for a big price, after the club closed down, and the strippers were forced to put on a public sex show, or get booted out the door. Ralph was menacing and so were his sons. If he advanced you money, and you didn’t have it to pay him back, you had better find a way or be dealt with harshly.

I was starting to get nervous hearing about all of this, because Ralph had advanced me some money the other week, because I had a bad week client wise. It was over a holiday week-end, and most of the regular customers were away with their families. I hadn’t had a chance to pay Ralph back yet.

One day, Ralph approached me “do you have my money yet”, he said, staring at my tits, which were really quite large for my age. 38 DD’s to be exact. “No” I said quivering. He made me nervous. “I want you to stay after the club closes down tonight, we have some VIP guests coming in, and I want you to put on a private show. This way, you won’t owe me any money anymore”. I looked at him skeptically and said “do I have a choice?”. He laughed and said “no, not if you want to keep that pretty little face of yours free of bruises”. I gulped, and ran away from him trying to choke back the tears.

I went back into the dressing room and asked another one of the girls, whom had given one of the private shows, what went on? She looked at me and her face turned white “just do what he says and don’t give him any trouble. Be obediant.” she said, and refused to talk about it anymore.

That night, after the club closed down and everyone had left, Ralph and his big, fat, gross sons approached me “you ready for the after hours show” Ralph said in his nasally voice.