New Stripper (nothingbutporcelain and Macho Nacho)

Callie tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear as she walked into the strip club, immediately heading to the back room so she could get ready for her show. Tonight would be her first night of stripping so she was pretty nervous but Candy had told her about everything she needed to know so she knew she would be fine. Plus Callie was a natural at using her body to get whatever she wanted from men so she knew she definitely wouldn't have any problems. She felt very lucky that she was able to get this job in the first place. Callie had found her out wandering the streets and told her about this job.

To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night.

Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was sixteen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much. Plus she knew deep down that her mother had known about what her father was doing to her the whole time and never told anyone about it. She would never tell anyone this but she was actually a little mad at her dead mother for this. She thought parents were supposed to protect her children and all her mother ever did was stand by and watch as her husband destroyed her only daughter.

For some reason Callie had felt really comfortable around Candy so this allowed her to confess what had happened to her and why she was so broke. Of course she left out the part about how her father used to molest her because she didn't want anyone finding out about that. That was too personal for her to tell to a complete stranger. When Candy told her about stripping and how you could earn so much money from tips Callie eyes had lit up because it sounded so perfect. Callie always loved sleeping around and she was very good at seducing men. She couldn't imagine a job where people paid you to take your clothes off. Plus Callie had always loved dancing at clubs so this was the perfect job for her. She couldn't believe she was actually getting paid to do something she loved. Candy actually didn't need to give her many tips since she was just a natural but she helped her out as much as possible and now Callie knew she was going to do a great job.

Callie sat in the makeup chair and added lots of black eye liner and mascara, knowing her makeup needed to be very dramatic so all of the guys in the crowd would be able to see it. Her long blonde hair was worn down and in soft curls. She was a very thin girl but luckily she did have some curves. Her stomach was perfectly flat but her chest was some what large. She wasn't huge or anything but it looked good with her thin frame. It would have looked odd if she had huge breasts. Guys would like her because she had more than enough for them to grab but they weren't too huge. Guys had always liked them in the past so she hoped they would like her tonight and tip her a lot. Callie had on a bright red laced, push up bra and a matching g string. On her feet were five inch black stiletto heels that made her impossibly long legs look even longer than they really were. Callie was a fairly short girl, only 5'1" and she was very small in size, probably weighing ninety-five pounds at most. She was very fragile and breakable looking so most guys figured she wouldn't be into rough, wild sex but they were always wrong about her. Callie was completely addicted to rough sex. She could be a real animal in the bedroom.

She took a deep breath before leaving the dressing room. Candy was waiting by the stage and gave her a hug and wished her luck before she went on. They had really bonded while Candy was helping her out. Callie had never been very close with her mother when she was alive so it was nice having Candy around. And right now she really needed someone to look after since her life had been such a tragedy lately. If it wasn't for Candy she'd probably be whoring herself out to try to get enough money to afford her studio apartment and cocaine addiction that she had developed right after her mother died to try to cope with the loss.

Callie finally walked onto stage, smirking as the crowd went wild and started screaming out her name. Callie slid her fingers down her seductive curves, moving her hips with the rhythm of the music, sliding alluringly up and down the length of the hard pole and felt how her body was heating. She shivered as desire took over her body and moaned softly. She then climbed her pole till she reached the top and wrapped her legs around it, swaying her silken hair to the rhythm of the music, feeling how her heartbeat was rising up as the cold steel rubbed her inner thighs and turned her on.