Earning a Living

I teetered out on my impossibly high heels with as much grace as I could muster; but I quickly realised that my walk was making my boobs jiggle which brought a big cheer from a group of lads sitting next to the small stage. The music immediately kicked in and I began dancing and skipping around the stage making sure that my boobs bounced as much as possible...much to the delight of the lads that had cheered. After a minute or so I stood in the front of the stage and slowly lifted the back of my short tartan kilt lingering over the stocking tops then a quick flash of my tiny red thong and cute bum cheeks.

As the tune speeded up so did I by dancing faster and deliberately shaking my boobs.

"Get yer tits out.....get yer tits out.....get yer tit OUT for the lads!" The crowd chanted as teased with my skirt again. The first few minutes had flown by and I hadn't taken any clothes off as the second tune started. This had to be rectified so I swiftly unbuttoned my tight white blouse revealing the see thru red lace bra that hardly covered my boobs. I skipped around for a few seconds trying to shake them out of their cups; but by a miracle of engineering they stayed encased. I stopped again and turned away from the audience to unzip my short skirt. I wiggled my hips until it fell to the floor. Still with my back turned away I unclipped my bra and dropped the straps over my arms then cupped my boobs before turning to face them.

"Get yer tits out! Get yer tits out.....get yer tits OUT for the lads!" They chanted again.

With a flourish I whipped the bra off and waved it around my head to much cheering and whistling. I strutted around the stage for a minute or so letting everyone in the room get an eyeful of my large boobs then turned away again; bent over again so they got a good look at my arse then slowly pulled my panties down my legs while trying to keep my thighs closed. Knickers in hand I turned to face the leering men then slowly spread my legs and dropped into the splits! The men roared and cheered as the music stopped and I collected my discarded clothing.

Back in the changing room Carol gave me a big hug and told me I'd done a good job. I quickly pulled my jacket and jogging pants on and disappeared through the fire door for a smoke and another can of lager. I was incredibly horny and very proud of myself as images of my act whistled through my mind. Just as I flicked my cigarette butt across some waste ground the managers Ratfink sidekick, Billy appeared to tell me that I was back on stage in 10 minutes.

He left the door open and pretended to move some boxes as I prepared for my second appearance. Billy was only small but looked a bit menacing so I didn't say anything as he watched me get undressed and then dressed again in sexy black panties and a black bra.

One of the things that Minty had suggested was rubbing baby oil into my tits as this always got a good reaction from his customers. There were still a few faces in the crowd from my first spot but I realised that they basically changed every hour as people came and went from work. I spotted 4 or 5 guys nudge each other as I placed the bottle next to a chair on the stage as I prepared for my second routine.

When the music kicked in I began strutting around the stage, bending over to touch my toes and rubbing my legs and boobs. When I touched my toes I would slowly slide my fingers up my legs and linger on my pussy which was only being covered by a tiny piece of string. The crowd soon began whistling and shouting for me to 'get my tits out' again. I obliged of course then sat sexily on the wooden chair and began pouring white baby cream onto my boobs; then saucily rubbed it in making them all greasy and shiny. I did this for a couple of minutes; pretending that it was turning me on then stood up and marched towards an old man in wire framed glasses sitting near the front. Much to his delight I swung my boobs a couple of inches from his face then sexily poured a copious amount of cream onto my chest and let it run down the crevice. His grin could have lit up London when I called him closer by curling my manicured finger. He stood up and leant forward. I grabbed the back of his head and jerked him forward....squashing his face between my greasy tits; then used them to slap him silly. I soon jumped back and away leaving him dumbfounded and unable to see.

When the crowd roared their approval I whipped my panties off dropped down onto the stage and spun around on my arse; legs apart and 'flashed my gash' again as instructed!

The bar was very crowded for my third spot and my act was very well received again. As I made my way back into the changing room Billy stopped me by grabbing my arm. He took a long leering look at my sweaty tits before telling me; "A couple of lads want to know if you do 'extras'?"

"What do you mean – 'extras'?" I asked as I pulled my arm away from his grip.

"Hasn't anyone told you?" He smirked, "Most of the girls will give the lads a wank or a blow job if the price is right."

The pound signs flashed before my eyes.

"What's the right price?" "Usually £20 for a wank, £30 a bj and £50 a fuck." He grinned, "I get a tenner a punter for setting it up."

I considered his request for nearly 10 seconds.

"Who wants to know?"

"There are three." Billy leered at my tits again and licked his lips, "two lads from the buildings and the old guy with glasses."

"Where do we .....do it?" I asked, now holding my clothes by my side so he could get a good look at my naked body.

"In there." He nodded towards the empty room now Carol had left to collect her kids from school.

"Will..." I hesitated for a moment, "they all be there together?"

"No; I'll look after the door and let them in one at a time." Billy told me as he rubbed his bulging trousers.

"Okay then," I smiled, "Send the first one in."

"Hoi! Bollockface!" Billy shouted across the corridor as I entered the cramped room.

The man in glasses that I'd covered in baby oil shuffled into the room. Billy held his hand out and took a £20 note off him and waved it at me.

"He wants a wank." The barman grinned and leant against the door frame to watch me in action.

The man was already unbuckling his belt when I looked up from the chair. At least it stopped me making small talk. He'd obviously done this before and dropped his trousers and pulled his shirt and pullover up to reveal a hard lily white cock poking out from a mass of brown pubic hair.

"Okay then, big boy...let's get the show on the road." I laughed and smiled as I wrapped my fingers around his thin shaft. After watching Carol and myself gyrating around in front of him for the last two hours I guessed he wouldn't last long....I was correct. I gave it a good hard rub against my sweaty and greasy tits and in under a minute he began breathing heavily and a big splodge of creamy spunk oozed out into the crevice. It was the easiest £20 I'd ever earned; well, £10 after Billy took his Tax.

The old man politely thanked me as he pulled his pants off and shuffled away nicely satisfied as I wiped the cum off my chest. The next punter was a chubby guy in his late 30's with tousled ginger hair and a scruffy beard wearing dirty jeans and big boots. Billy waved 3 £10 notes and mimed a blow job to me.

The guy stood in front of me and looked over to Billy for guidance.

"Take your pants down!" Billy laughed.

The man was nervous so I did the honours, sliding his jeans and grey pants down to his knees. He automatically lifted his t-shirt and pressed his groin towards me. His pubes were nicely trimmed and his cock looked freshly shaved. I slowly caressed it and rubbed it over my tits for a minute or so making him moan. The man cupped his balls as I began kissing the tip which was still hiding in the foreskin. A couple of good hard tugs and a sloppy kiss on the end soon had it stiffening. I flashed a quick look at Billy as I began sucking the man's cock. Billy was smirking at me again and rubbing his own cock through his jeans.

Having him watch me sucking a stranger's cock for money was proving a very good aphrodisiac.....my nipples were tingling and I could feel my pussy lips puffing up. The man soon grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting his cock into my mouth as I sucked and slurped while stroking his hairy arse.

"Get on with it!" Billy cackled, "I've got a fucking queue building up here." The thought of an actual queue of horny guys made me giggle as I sucked the man's cock. I then wrapped my fingers around the shaft and grabbed his balls then began furiously sucking and wanking him as he squeezed my sensitive tits.

"Huh...huh...huh." The man panted and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I knew what he wanted and closed my eyes just in time as spurt after spurt of warm cum splashed on my face. As soon as he squeezed the last drop out he swiftly pulled his jeans up and rushed embarrassedly out of the small changing room.

Billy took £30 off the next punter who was dressed similarly to the last guy. He was more confident than the other two and unbuckled his belt as he walked towards me.

"I think I'll get my moneys worth; so I'll let you do all of the work. Pull my jeans down." He told me in a Scottish accent.

Knowing that money was at stake I did as I was told. His cock nicely filled out his tight white boxers.

"Okay sweetie....lets get done." He chuckled as he pulled his cock out of his pants. I was quite impressed as it must have been a good six inches long and nicely thick. His dusty hands were immediately all over my tits as I greedily sucked his cock. It tasted luscious....very sweet and sweaty. I was now so incredibly horny I was nearly deep throating him in my haste to get a mouthful of spunk.

The man began twisting my nipples and shaking my tits as he told me how sexy I was and how dirty I looked on stage. My fingers were stretched and gliding up and down the shaft like a flute player as his bell end hit my tonsils.

"Yer dirty little cunt!" The man grunted as he tugged on both nipples at the same time, "have ittttttttt!" Then he filled my mouth with spurt after spurt of salty spunk. I was shaking with excitement when he withdrew and squeezed a few drops onto my chin. "Fuck! You were good." He panted as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Are you here next week?"

"I think so." I panted as I wiped my face and tits with a t-shirt.

"See you then." He grinned as he stroked my tits one last time.

Billy came over and gave me my £50 but made no effort to touch me; which surprised me as I was ready for a fuck. I got dressed again and went into the bar to collect my other wages from Grant and have a drink. He told me that I'd done an excellent job for my first time and had told his Dad so on the phone. Minty had already arranged for me to work at the other pub the following day.

I rushed home to see if Minty was around for a good hard fuck; but he wasn't. To help pay my rent I spent the evening babysitting while Max and Tanya went out for dinner. I went to the back door a couple of times for a smoke but didn't get to see Minty; so contented myself by masturbating for nearly an hour when the kid went to bed.

The pub on the Saturday was packed as it was matchday and even Minty turned up but didn't actually speak to me. A few of the punters looked like football hooligans in their Stone Island and Lacoste jackets and baseball caps.

A mixed race girl with big tits called Libby went on first and did my thing with some baby oil which excited a load of young lads near the front.

I went on stage in my red undies and black stockings which got a big cheer because they are the colours of the local football team. My biggest cheer came when I made my tits rotate in different directions. The pub got even fuller in the next hour and the atmosphere was electric when I took to the stage dressed as a schoolgirl in my tartan kilt.

Everything went as planned until I swung my bra over my head. As the crowd cheered and whistled my guess that the pub was full of hooligans was confirmed when some rival fans tried to get into the pub and a fight broke out at the main door with Minty barking orders from the back. The DJ just shouted for me to carry on; but I couldn't get my knickers off quick enough (not for the first time in my life) and get off the stage! The police quickly arrived and calmed everything down as I lay on my stomach arse in the air, legs apart and pulling my cheeks apart so everyone could see my pulsating pussy.

As most of Saturday's crowd were going to the football match I only had one guy to service and he was happy with a wank but I got to keep the whole £20 and when I asked Phil what his share was he got angry at the thought of Billy ripping me off the previous day. When I got dressed I had a drink with Phil and a couple of his friends who all laughed when I mentioned the fight at the door. Apparently this was a common occurrence between the two sets of fans and a meeting had been arranged for after the match to settle an old score.

With a handful of cash I rang a friend to arrange a night on the town to get merrily pissed and pissed we got!

I carried on fucking or sucking Minty most days over the next couple of weeks and stripping and 'doing extras' in his pubs. He told me that he had arranged for his lads to offer 'extras' to the punters but Billy had 'got a slap' for taking a share of the money.

Last week Minty offered me a new job; which I'll tell you about in part 2.