320 Park Avenue
From Create Your Own Story
320 Park Avenue is all the ad says. Intrigued, you walk over to the clerk to find out more. You are aware that he is feasting his eyes on your body as you walk, and you don't mind.
When you are standing next to him, you smile and say, "Can you tell me something about this job?" You show him the ad for 320 Park Avenue.
He says, "They need young ladies of a very special type. You might be able to make good money there, but it's not for everyone."
"Tell me more," you say, smiling. He seems to be inspecting you.
Finally, he says, "Physically, you have everything you need, with that blonde hair and that, um, respectable chest. However, there are a couple of other qualifications."
You wait.
"Are you at least 18?" he says. "Can you prove it?"
"Yes and yes," you say.
"Have you ever waited tables?"
"Yes."
"Can you dance?"
You nod. "I like to think I'm a pretty good dancer. And I do enjoy it."
"Good. One final question: do you have any problems with nudity? Specifically, if you're in a setting where you're naked or nearly so, and surrounded by a lot of men, all of whom are dressed?"
You shake your head. "That's not a problem for me."
"Good," the man says. "Then you qualify. If you're interested, I'll call them and tell them you're on your way down there for a job interview."
"Okay," you say.
"What's your name?"
You tell him.
"Good. I'll let them know to expect you." He tells you who to talk to when you get there.
You are still curious, although you have an idea of what to expect. You thank the man and leave the employment office.
320 Park Avenue turns out to be a short bus ride away. Soon, you are standing in front of a large, marble building with a solidly built wooden door. You walk in, and are immediately greeted by loud, thumping rock music.
A young woman greets you. She is about your age, give or take a couple of years, with short dark hair, blue eyes, and a figure almost as good as yours. She is wearing a short skirt, a waist apron, and sandals. She isn't wearing anything above the waist, and you can see that she has very nice boobs. The air in the club is a little on the cool side, and her nipples are hard. She smiles at you, and you think she is aware of the way you are looking at her. Her smile is more friendly the professional. At least, it seems that way to you. "Can I help you?"
You smile back. You indulge a quick fantasy about sucking on this girl's beautiful boobs, then tell her your name and say, "I'm here for a job interview. I'm supposed to meet a man named Ray here."
"I'll tell him you're here. I'm Lacey, by the way." She takes your hand, squeezes it, then lets go and goes off to get the boss.
Lacey comes back a few minutes later. A man, who is presumably the boss, is with her. He is a large man, well-dressed, clean-shaven, and wearing an expensive suit. "You must be Sarah," he says.
You nod. "That's me."
He takes your hand. "Pleased to meet you. The employment agency said they'd be sending someone over." He looks you over as he talks to you. "Did they give you any idea of what the job is?"
"Not really. The man just asked me a rather odd few questions, then told me to come over here."
"Well, I need topless waitresses."
"Topless waitresses."
"Yes. You would wait tables for eight to ten hours a night, wearing what Lacey here is wearing. Would this be a problem for you?"
No, you think. Just last weekend, you spent several hours in your backyard sunbathing topless, partly because you hate having strap marks, but mainly so all the neighbors could get an eyeful of your assets. "Not at all," you say.
"Great. If you could follow me to my office, we'll complete the interview there."
You follow Ray to a large office in the back of the club. You look around as you go, intrigued. You've never actually been in a strip club before, although you've wanted to go to one. There is a large stage, with mirrors at the back and a pole in the center. There are two bars, several booths, and a lot of tables. Several girls, dressed like Lacey in short skirts, shoes, and nothing else, are wandering around, most of them carrying trays. There is a girl on the stage, dancing with the pole. She is wearing a bra and a g-string and heels higher than yours. You love it. All these girls are beautiful, and the display of this much loveliness is getting you very excited.
Once in the office, Ray says, "Okay, the first thing I need to do is to make sure you have no problem getting naked. So, I'll have to ask you to get naked for me now."
You nod, smile, and strip out of your blouse, your short skirt, your bra, and your thong. When you are naked except for your shoes, you stand in front of Ray, utterly without shame, while he looks you over. You turn around when he tells you to, and perform some basic dance moves when he asks you to.
"Now, I'll get you a uniform. Wait here. Don't put your clothes on just yet."
You wait, and presently, Ray is back with a pair of sandals and a short black skirt. You try the skirt on. It barely covers your pussy, and leaves a part of your butt cheeks exposed. Ray nods when he sees it.
"That'll work. You can wear either a black or a white thong or g-string under the skirt if you want. But you don't have to. Underwear is actually optional. You get minimum wage, plus tips. You will have to dance on the stage once every two hours, but you only have to strip to your g-string. Can you start tonight?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll have you start at six o'clock tonight. You'll work until two. The first few nights, you'll be working with Lacey, who will teach you everything you need to know. If you do a good enough job, you could get promoted to dancer sooner or later. Any questions?"
You can't think of any.
"Then I'll see you tonight."
You have several hours to kill until you start. You suppose first you should put your clothes back on. Or, you could make your trip home rather interesting.
Do you:
| You are: | An 18-year-old woman with HH breasts, in a short skirt and stripper heels |
