When I was a sophomore in college I got in with a bad crowd.. The girls I were hanging out with were all strippers at a local club. I was really strapped for cash being a broke college student and even worse developed an addiction to different party pills the summer between my freshman and sophomore year. My friends were huge enablers, always peer pressuring me to do different things, and one night they finally convinced me to dance at their club. They joked and said how much of a killing my 34DD tits would make, and how I could easily clear $1,000 a night there.

My first time there, I was extremely nervous. The club let me dance, if you would even call it that, as a trial. I would get 2 minutes of stage time to one song, then another 3 minutes later if I did well. The first 2 minutes I didn't even take my clothes off. It was a full nude club and I was very nervous to even take the skimpy lingerie top off. However, I did make a few bucks shaking my body on stage. The manager was not impressed, but the girls I was with convinced him to let me have a second chance. In the dressing room, my one friend slipped me a party pill and told me to just relax and be "myself". About 20 minutes went by and now I was full on rolling. It was my turn to go up on stage and I let myself loose, stripping down to nothing, getting frisky with all the patrons that threw money my way. After my dance I had 2 men that wanted private rooms with me. I left that night with $600 and at that point on I was hooked.

Where things escalated was about my 3rd week in. I was becoming a regular dancer there, having regulars that wanted private rooms and started making enough money to support my party habits in 1 night of dancing for the week. But where it changed was the 3rd week in was also Parent's Weekend at the university. Many of my friends from HS also went to this same university, but I stopped keeping in touch with them. The Friday night I was working was nothing out of the ordinary, until I saw them.. 3 of my old friend's dads walked into the club around 12:40AM and wasted as can be. They pulled up and sat at a stage-side table. My gut sank.. this was the first time I have ever encountered people I knew at the club.. I was a nervous wreck to go up on stage. Were they going to notice me? Or has it been long enough and their wasted stupor enough to throw them off as me being someone else. I resorted to my friend, begging and pleading with her to give me a party pill. She gave me a pill and I threw her a $50 bill, desperate to get high.

I got on stage, the high kicked in, and did my little dance to the song. Their table fed me singles and I danced with my back to them most of the time giving them a view of my backside. When I turned to the front, I refused to give any eye contact, let alone even have my face towards them. They touched my tits and I let them lick and slap them.

Another thing to note about this club.. it's private rooms were really private. The bouncers or security never went back there and interrupted. What went on behind closed doors was between the dancer and the patron most of the time, unless the patrons were getting too aggressive and a call button was turned on.

After my stage performance, one of the dads approached me. He wanted to go private with me. I told him the price and off we went. It didn't take long in the room before he was running his fingers between my legs. I felt his erection through his slacks grinding against my wet pussy. I left wet streaks all along his pants were his shaft was hidden beneath the fabric. I leaned forward and asked if he was looking to get off. He was of course. I undid his belt and zipper, exposing his dick, as I kept grinding on him. I kept grinding closer and closer to the head of his penis and felt it press up against me trying to slide itself in. My pussy juices got his shaft and head so wet now, I leaned all the way forward and on my slide back down, the tip of his head slid inside of me, followed by his entire shaft. I grinded on top while his face had a full frontal of my tits. When he got close, I pulled off and took his cock in my mouth and swallowed his load. He left me a handsome tip of $400.

We left the room, and it took all but 10 minutes before Dad #2 came over looking for a private room with me. He must have heard what his friend had done to him and wanted the same treatment. I brought him back, played around with his shaft, and gave him head until he busted down my throat.

The private room was less than 15 minutes, but he still tipped generously to me. I started to wonder if they knew me.. they didn't seem to know. There was zero personal interaction, zero ick of them being awkward or anything, so I thought I was in the clear.

Dad #3 marched over, wanting a room. I agreed and guided him back. We got into the room, door closed, and he wasted no time. Bent me over and pushed himself inside of me. I was so horny and I actually was enjoying myself getting fucked, I moaned and managed to reach an orgasm as he fucked me from behind. He was pulling my hair, slapping my ass, and just being downright dirty with me. Then he leaned forward and said something that just made me want to puke.. He said "I am going to come inside your sweet pussy" followed by my name.. not my stage name, but my REAL name. He grasped my hips and pounded away. I froze in shock thinking this whole time they had no clue. He came inside of me, then said "I will keep our secret safe" followed by my name again.
I left that night with over $2,500 in cash, but zero dignity left and reached an all time low.

Dad #3 actually started messaging me on IG and at times of me being at my all time low, I would let him come to my apartment and fuck me. He only finished inside of me, and always doggystyle. Pic is of him fucking me in a hotel one night.