She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about amateur adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. As she turned indian the pages she remembered how after she had come back from America, her 30th Birthday present to herself and she came across an entry a few weeks later "new job today." A cold shiver ran up her spine as she recalled those few weeks and how it all started and so nearly ended... "Fuck off" Julie spat at the man sitting behind the desk, "You won't get me taking my clothes off like some cheap whore," and bigtits with that Julie lit a cigarette in defiance of the no-smoking signs and sat back in her chair staring at the man on the other side of the desk. The man returned Julie's venomous stare with a calm and collected poise to his face and waited in the silence for a while as he watched Julie puff the cigarette furiously before dropping it into the half empty coffee cup with a fizz. Putting his fingers together in a steeple the man spoke softly and gently, his faint Scottish burr detectable, "You go for an interview on Friday, you will get the job and I am sure you will enjoy it. Full back up will be provided." Julie stood silently and smoothed the unseen creases in her expensive leather trousers before picking up the designer jacket she had thrown casually over the chair when she had come in and putting it on over her silk homemade top. Turning on her heel she walked to the door as the man spoke again, "See Mary will you and she will fill you in and get you dressed more appropriately." Julie didn't bother to reply and slammed the door hard behind her muttering under her breath how she doubted the man's parentage. A few days later Julie stood shivering as the cold February winds whistled along the bleak Belfast street. Julie tried to pull the cheap jacket around her to protect her from the cold that was seeping through her bones, and felt the flimsy material of the thin dress whip around her thighs. Looking down she cursed as she stumbled in the cheap and slightly scuffed stilettos as she tottered towards the door. Banging on the door Julie waited, chewing gum so as to complete her carefully prepared image to show a tarty woman who was a bit down on her luck and therefore willing to do anything for a job. The peephole in the door slid back to Fucking reveal a rough looking man with shaven head and a broken nose who grunted in a harsh Belfast accent "What do you want." Trying to look bored but slightly nervous Julie held up the advert in the local paper that read 'wanted exotic dancers for private club who are prepared to be adventurous', "I came about the job" Julie responded. The door slid open and Julie walked into the dingy club. The man motioned with his head as he re-bolted the door and Julie walked into the main area of the club. In the harsh lights the club looked positively tacky and a man sat near the stage drinking a cup of coffee and reading a paper. Seeing Julie he lowered the paper and motioned her forward as he spoke, "What's your name? What do you want?" Julie looked down as she mumbled her name was Julie and that she had come about the job. The man looked her up and down and then commanded her to strip. Julie started to wiggle in a sexy way when the man interrupted her and said, "Just take your fucking clothes off, no one is going to sexy look at your dancing if you have good tits." Julie stripped and stood naked as the man's lecherous eyes feasted on her body. After a while he looked up and spoke, "I pay £50 a night for normal dancing and more for special dances. You get to keep anything the punters give you but don't try to rip them off; it would be a little bad for your health. You start tonight." With that he returned to his paper ignoring Julie as she dressed and left the way she had come in. Julie worked at the club for a few weeks and soon became quite popular with some of the regulars Dressed in a skimpy skin-tight mini dress that barely covered her thong Julie glided onto the stage and began to pump her hips as the heavy base started to boom through the club. Wrapping her legs around the pole Julie simulated sex by grinding her hips against it and writhing up and down. As the music filled her mind she began to become more excited and could feel the cold metal rubbing against her clit. I called , and was able to get a table, but not till later in the evening. My boyfriend got me to sleep with him and then amateur dumped me the next homemade day. I wanted to fuck her so bad right then but that would have given away my voyeurism so I did nothing but lie there. My sister watched the Fucking display then as the rain of sparkles faded, she said “I hope there are more.” Shallow and now crude.” I said. “So much!” I groaned. Rekha and Jaya indian adjusted their positions so Amit could do what he wanted. She looks totally fuckable every single day, but she also looks appropriate for work. With a face wrinkled in disgust, Arianna reluctantly obeyed. However, they couldn't hold a candle to Melanie in the looks department bigtits and I was totally out of their league under normal circumstances and they knew it. "Plus, I know you want to," she sexy said with a wink.