Offering Services

"Hey gorgeous, would you like to have a great time?" I ask, trying to sound flirty.

Six months in, I still hate having to sell myself for potential private dances. I still hate having to give private dances. Or stripping in general. Even having tits and a pussy is still a handful, since I've never wanted to be a broad. I guess I should thank the government for placing me in the special Witness Protection Program. They thought that making me a broad and placing me working as a stripper was the best way to protect me while keeping me in town. Who would think that mobster Jack Mondello is now a tiny, busty chick that gets naked for money? Nobody. 

"What would you give me?" the guy says, as I gently caress his thigh. 

I have leaned over him, showing in my rack. I can feel the sheer slutty dress tightening around my ass. I hate all these revealing outfits. The guy is bald, but strong and muscular. I guess he overcompensate the loss of hair with lots of gym. I used to think with dread at my balding forehead. Now I have a full mane of hair but I'd give it all up in a second to get my dick back. 

He reaches out with his arms, caressing my naked thigh, as I lean closer to his ear and whisper what I'd show him for one private dance. He seems intrigued. My hand has by now reached his junk. I can feel it growing, pushing through the constraint of his pants. The lucky bastard is even packing a big snake. If he was tiny, at least I'd have solace in knowing that he was just an insecure dork who lifts and goes to strip clubs to get something he can't in real life. But he's packing and my envy rises. 

"If you make a big donation, I'll let you touch e-v-e-r-y-thing," I pout.  

He gasps, nervous, but agrees. He almost sprints out of the chair to the private room. I can see the outline of his erection. I reckon I can take him for an expensive ride. 

What a bunch of losers we men are. For just a whiff of pussy we could move mountains without ever thinking straight. I've learnt that much. After all, that's also how they caught me, while at a strip club. The funny thing is that my usual stripper, Candy, works with me now and I usually make more than her. I guess knowing how the male mind works is good business for a stripper. And I'm surely going to put my knowledge to good use with this client.