To start this off, I’m 21 now. I’ve always been pretty confident, and just go with the flow on things that I think are a good idea. Sometimes those things have gone well, sometimes they’ve gone… not so well.
But, I digress. My confession is twofold, the first being pretty minor, the second being a bit more major. Towards the end of my first year of University in the UK, I started working in a bar. Quite simply, I wanted more disposable income. Living the student lifestyle could be an expensive habit.
So that was fine, did it for about… 5 months, I think. One of the semi-regulars at this bar was always pretty friendly with me, seemed like overall a nice guy. After a while of knowing him, he told me he manages a strip-club in the city, and that the disposable I’d earn from that would make my current job look like small fry.
I laughed, told him “No thanks”, and went about my life. I thought about it for a week though, and turned myself around to the idea of “Fuck it, why not?” I started at the beginning of my second year, couple of weeks after my 19th birthday.
It was pretty crazy. I mean, it *wasn’t*, but it felt that way. I danced on stage and got my boobs out but never my lower parts, and I gave private dances. It was always pretty nerve racking, even after a few months (I only did it for around 3 total). Tips were good, I was an in-shape 19yo with pretty big natural boobs, so I guess maybe that should have been no great surprise!
But this brings me to the second part of the confession. One Friday evening, a group of about 15 lads came in, celebrating one of the group’s 18th birthday. Eventually, I was approached by them when I was working the floor asking if I could give birthday boy a private dance, because apparently he thought I was really fit.
Of course, I agreed, why wouldn’t I. He was really shy though, I could tell, and a little drunk. He was also actually pretty cute. His mates tossed the money in, and they tossed in a *lot* more than they should have done, with the guy who seemed to be the ringleader asking me quietly if I could “Give him a special one.”
So I’ standing there with honestly a few hundred £££s at this point, and I’m like “Ok… let’s see how this works out.” I was also a bit shocked, but like I say I’m a pretty confident person and… that’s a lot of dough.
So I took him into one of the private rooms, they were pretty small rooms in a corridor off the main floor, each one had a curtain you could close. I slipped the bouncer £20 and told him not to bother opening the curtains (you’re not supposed to let the guys touch you, but there’s ways and means)
I danced for him for about 5 minutes, grinded on him a bit, like I say he was pretty cute and he was obviously appreciating the attention. After those 5 minutes, I reached down and ever so subtly managed to undo the top of his jeans and flip out his dick. I still remember his mouth being wide, his mates obviously hadn’t told him they’d asked for a special one nor had he expected his willy to be flipped out ? .
I stayed kind of squatting between his legs from that point, and jerked him off. I had to remind him to keep it a bit more quiet at one point, he wasn’t raising the roof but he was groaning a bit. It was probably only for a few minutes before the tell-tale signs of him enjoying himself a bit too much, so I surprised myself to be honest and popped the head of his dick into my mouth and… prevented any mess…
I hadn’t planned to do that, like AT ALL. But I obviously went a bit mad towards the end.
So that’s it really, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like that before or since ? . It’s weird to think about, it was a big laugh, and I’m sure he enjoyed it. I was a bit worried afterwards about whether his mates would start shouting about it if he told them, but they didn’t to be fair.
I stopped working there about a month later. I tried to keep it quiet but, shock horror, lads from Uni sometimes visit strip clubs so my secret was soon out. Then I tried to own it, but shaming can be pretty rough so I gave it up in the end. Never mind though, it was an interesting time.
Shit, that went on miles longer than I meant it to ? . My bad.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hlkxsm/f_paying_the_bills_at_university
Better a good long story then something short and not enough
Well its always good to know when to quit,it was a good story,i like how you say go with the flow but be careful out there,dont be swept away.
Strong woman using her sexuality. Things like this can only enhance who you are
The shaming sucks and I think it’s rife at most UK unis unfortunately. Also unfortunately my uni town didn’t allow strip clubs :(