Nina hopped in the shower, thoroughly washing off all the grime from the money she was rolling in, resisting the urge to masturbate using the shower head. She wanted to go to work hungry, hornier than ever. She wanted to use that horny-ness to hustle more and make money. After all, what was the harm in missing a week of college for a ridiculous amount of money? After that, she would only have to work on weekends, like a typical student job, and would return to a semi-normal lifestyle.

Her phone buzzed from the counter. Jumping on it like her life depended on it, she grabbed it with her soapy hands to see the name “Emily” pop on the foggy screen. Nina almost dropped the phone in the shower with excitement. Emily was asking her if she was gonna work that night. Even if she hadn’t planned on it, Nina would have said yes. She felt a need to see her again, despite her anger and her disappointment.

Staring at her slender figure in the full length mirror, Nina analyzed herself. She was cute, but she needed to be more. She wanted to show Emily that she was hot, in demand. She wanted to make her jealous, to make her want her. She scrubbed her skin, moisturized it and oiled it. She wanted to have the smoothest, silkiest feasible body. If she wasn’t the hottest one that night, it wasn’t even worth gonna work.

The cab ride was long and short at the same time. A thick layer of snow covered the city, and the music playing in the car was giving her the impression that she was outside her own body, watching the scene. That movie didn’t seem like a romantic comedy, more like some tragic indie drama. She got out of the car right in front of the club. Emily was already there, smoking near the door. She excitedly waved at Nina.

-How was your date last night? she asked coldly, declining a cigarette with an impatient sign of the hand.

-It was fine I guess, he was cute. What did you do last night?

Nina shrugged.

-I worked.

-Really? Without me? Did you miss me at all?

-No.
Nina went around her and pushed the door, which got slammed back shut by Emily.

-What the fuck is your issue?

-Nothing, muttered Nina.

-Did I do something to you? Are you just some frigid bitch?

Nina pushed her with her shoulder and opened the door. As she was climbing the stairs, Emily shouted at her.

-That’s why I don’t fuck you bi-curious chicks. You all the time end up regretting and then you shut me out like you’re ashamed of me. In reality, you’re ashamed of yourself. You’re the dyke who won’t admit it.

Nina froze and slowly turned towards the blue-haired girl.

-You think…I’m ashamed of you? she asked incredulously.

-Well…yeah. Why else are you being a total cunt right now?

-Oh…I don’t know. Maybe because you fucked me, and it was my first time, and then you went and fucked some other guy.

-Are you seriously jealous right now? First, I didn’t fuck the dude. Also, when you say your first time, you mean like, with a girl?

-No…Nina blushed, looked down. My first time in general.

Emily opened her mouth, letting her cigarette fall on the snow. Nina turned around and walked in the strip club. She took a deep breath and swallowed back her tears. She was Bambi, now. A hot, ditzy, smiling stripper.

She smiled at Candy and stripped to her underwear. She was wearing a tiny blue micro-bikini that covered absolutely nothing. Candy whistled at her and gave her ass a light spank before leaving the locker room.

-Damn, baby. If you don’t make money tonight, men really are dumb.

-And blind too, added another girl, a curvy redhead named “Kitty”.

Bambi smiled confidently. Sapphire entered the room and looked at her with pleading eyes. They held eye contact for a second, in which they both were about to say something, and Bambi left, following Candy’s footsteps.
The red lighting made everything hot and mysterious. The music was haunting, some dark electronic music that the DJ particularly loved. Bami went straight to a booth filled with middle aged men wearing suits. If she had learned anything, it was that those were the ones with the money. Candy was already sitting in the middle of them, laughing in that Candy fashion, her massive tits bouncing at every single move.

-There she is! Gentlemen, meet my good friend Bambi. She’s everything I’m not, petite, brunette, studious, shy. With the two of us, you get the complete spectrum of women!

The men laughed at her joke and Bambi scooted to sit next to Candy. The blonde stripper whispered in her ears

-They have good money. They want to pay two girls to spend the evening with them, starting here, then at another bar, then at an after party at their hotel. Nothing weird, just hanging out, maybe we get topless and into a pillow fight for their entertainment. I do stuff like that at all times, that’s how I afforded these, she said, pointing at her generous breasts.
Before Bambi even had the chance to think about it, Candy exclaimed

-She’s in, boys! You’re in luck because she’s fresh meat, a baby stripper, only a few days old! Do you know how many men want to be the first ones to sink their claws in her? How about we begin the night with a little private show, to give you a nice preview?

The men would do anything that Candy would ask them too, Bambi noticed. They were entranced by her beauty, by her laugh, her openness. She had an effortless way to lead.
The girls brought them to a private room which consisted of some kind of leather bound bed surrounded by chairs. Candy dragged Bambi close to her and explained the pricing while fondling Bambi’s small breasts. The men, distracted once again, would have agreed to anything. Candy put on a timer and started to caress Bambi’s body, giggling and giving her little squeezes on the ass or the breasts.

They removed their tops and pressed their tits together, bouncing. Bambi quickly understood that unlike Sapphire, Candy wasn’t into girls sexually. The whole thing was just a show, a performance. Candy bent her over and got her face close to her thong. Bambi could feel her hot breath on her pussy while Candy pretended to eat her out, moaning and giggling. She slid her underwear down her legs and Bambi spread her legs out, giving the men a good view of her slit. The curvy blonde gave her some playful slaps on the pussy, spreading her lips with her manicured fingers before getting naked herself. She had a piercing in her clitoris, a shiny little pink gem half hidden in her folds. Bambi grabbed Candy’s generous ass and pretended to get in there while Candy, on all fours, twerked on her face. Despite being a sham, the situation was very arousing for Bambi. She felt a hand near her pussy and assumed it was her colleague, until she realized that Candy’s hands were busy grabbing her own tits, squeezing them together for the men’s viewing pleasure. The hand started to rub her wet cunt and Bambi let out an involuntary moan. Candy chose that moment to back up on Bambi’s face, pressing her pussy on her mouth and nose. She got up on her knees, making Bambi’s tongue go from her pussy to her ass accidentally. She squeaked and relaxed, enjoying her accidental lesbian experience. Bambi was so entranced in her own pleasure that she barely realized that she was actually eating Candy’s ass, and that Candy’s moans weren’t fake anymore. She was vaguely aware that the blonde girl’s hand was there, and that Candy was desperately touching herself. As a finger slid into her pussy, Bambi pushed her tongue against Candy, causing Candy to cum, which in turn made Bambi cum.

When they got up, a little dishevelled and still panting, the four men were smiling very broadly. Neither girl saw the phone that was propped against the wall, filming the whole scene.

-So we were thinking, a thousand each for the night, we go for drinks and then watch another of your shows at the hotel?

-Make it two thousand per girl, retorted Bambi, and we’re in.
The oldest of the group wondered for a second, asking for a non-verbal agreement from the others. After they all surreptitiously nodded, he extended his hand to Bambi. His finger was wet.

-Deal.

NSFW: yes