JayCee (Exotic Dancer, Prostitution)
by Rose Eastmann

My name is JayCee, I am an adult entertainer and this is the story of how I started. I am married to a loser of a man, loser in more than one sense, he loses jobs and money. I have worked at many jobs in my time from a shelf stacker in a super market to a data input clerk in an insurance company, unfortunately either the economic climate or my husband conspired to reduce my potential for long term employment. We have both drifted from one dead end job to another, but while I was happy to entertain my self when unemployed my husband went out looking for a quick way to obtain money. He decided to use his skill at cards to earn a living; he went to a back street gambling den and was very successful for the first hour turning £10 into £100 then in the next hour he lost £80. I would have cut and run with my two hours entertainment and £10 profit but Alan decided he was due another stretch of good luck but that he needed some credit to follow his good luck into the big money. He arranged a line of credit with the management and by the end of the day he was £1,000 in debt, he didn’t tell me when he got home just sulked all night and went to bed without even kissing me good night. The next day he was back at the card table playing on credit and with the house management encouraging him he took his debt to £5,000. I was still unaware of his gambling but after two weeks of winning a little and losing a lot he had to tell me he was £20,000 in debt to what turned out to be a local gangster called Simon Clark. We would have to sell the house and move in with his parents and we would still be in debt to the gambling house. Alan told me that he was worried that he would be badly injured if we didn't settle his debt quickly. I decided to see if I could talk some sense into Mr. Clark about allowing time to pay, I would get a job somehow and repay him.

I arrived at a seedy rundown shop unit in a Nottingham City back street with the windows bricked up and a steel door with a hatch to say the password through. A large coloured gentleman opened the hatch and asked me what I wanted, I explained that I needed to see Mr. Clark and he opened the door for me and took me to a small back office. Simon Clark was a small man, the sort that has a chip on his shoulder larger than the Major Oak, and enough gold round his neck to bankroll a small country. I explained who I was and that I just needed time to pay off my husbands debt, Simon told me that was a good suggestion and would prevent a lot of pain for my family. Simon worked something out on his calculator and told me he would give me one year to pay off the debt at £580 per week. I was shocked into silence, even working two jobs I wouldn’t be able to pay that amount back. I asked why £580 per week and he explained he would have to charge 50% interest on the debt and wouldn’t like the debt to hang on too long. I asked how much to pay it off over two years and he returned to the calculator again and told me £393 per week. That was better than £580 but still unachievable for me when most companies were paying less than £4 per hour. I told Simon I would have to think about his offer and get back to him, he reminded me that one week had already passed since my husband started his debt and in two days I would owe him £580 or £393 depending on the payment period. I went to see a bank manager and tried to take out a lone against my house and was refused, I walked around all day trying one path after another and all doors were closed to me. I found my self back at the gambling den talking to Simon. I had to pay him but couldn't think of a way, could we extend the period even longer but Simon refused, he did however offer to talk to a friend of his who was looking for exotic dancers to work in his club in Leicester. I would be paid £200 per night for full striptease and could earn even more if I was good to the customers, he said, "A good looking girl like you could easily earn enough to pay me back in 6 months!" I was shocked into silence once again, I couldn't possibly take my cloths off in front of strangers but I was desperate to earn enough cash to stop my husband becoming part of the new foundations for an office block. I just nodded my head and Simon was talking to his friend Ozzy in Leicester, he kept looking at me and telling Ozzy about my looks, body and other attributes, he gave me directions to the club in Leicester and told me to be there at 9 o'clock with some sexy cloths to take off. I went home to my husband and told him I had to have the car for a job in Leicester, he asked me what job and I told him I was going to strip to pay his gambling debt. He looked sheepish and asked how long I would have to do that and I told him 2 years, I said, "I have sold my soul for two years to pay for two weeks of your pleasure. I'll be late home don’t bother to wait up for me". I drove to Leicester and the hour long drive let me do a lot of thinking, I would work for the £200 and that’s all, straight back home to a hot bath and try to wash my disgust from my body. I met Ozzy at the rear entrance to the club, he looked at me in the street and said I would do. Ozzy showed me into the dressing rooms and one of his regulars taught me the ropes, I would be going on at 10 o'clock, 11 o'clock and midnight. I asked her why there was a bed in the dressing room and she smiled and said, "You might want to lie down between shows, its very tiring dancing for 15 minutes and very boring waiting 45 minutes for the next slot!" She asked me if I had brought any condoms with me and I blushed and said, "No!" She asked me if I was going to sleep with any of the punters and I blushed even more and said, "No!" She said, "I hope you really enjoy your last night as a stripper, if Ozzy finds out you don't turn tricks you'll be lucky to get paid at all!" I asked if it was mandatory to sleep with the guests, she laughed out loud and told me it was expected, as was the 50% for the house for use of facilities. She left me to think about what I was going to do and returned 10 minutes later with a large box of condoms which she told me to replace next time I was there.

10 o'clock, I was standing in my best cloths in the wings, watching a girl pull of her 'G' string and cover her self with her hand, she walked off stage with one hand over her pussy the other waving to the crowd, her tits looked so nice and small not like my large 38 'D's. My music started. I hadn't rehearsed what I was going to do, I was just an ordinary housewife 5 hours ago now I was an adult entertainer. I stepped out on the stage, struck a pose and looked at the sea of faces looking intently at me. I started to sway a little; I was squeezing my thighs so hard together that I started to climax. I began to move harder and faster and pulled off my top. There was a gasp as my tits confined in my best lacy bra popped into view, there was much whistling and calling out "Take them off, take them off!" I removed my skirt and was dancing in my lacy white panties with my dark pussy hair showing through. My pussy was dripping with my lubricating juice and I was almost delirious with the excitement. The crowds appreciation "Take them off, Take them off" was getting louder and louder all the time, my bra hit the floor with little ceremony and as I took my panties off I climaxed, love juice was running between my thighs. I was about to walk off the stage when I realised I had 3 minutes left to dance, now I was self conscious dancing nude on the stage. I walked to the front of the stage and laid down, opened my legs and rolled over and raised my self on to my knees then leaned as far back as I could so that my head was touching the floor behind me and my tits falling toward my face. I moved back to lie on my front and made fucking movements as if a man were lying on his back under me. My music stopped thankfully and I stood up and casually walked off stage picking up my cloths as I went, when I reached the wings I turned and blew a kiss to the audience and left. Ozzy stood in the wings clapping and said, "You looked like you really enjoyed dancing for the men tonight!" I smiled at him and walked to my dressing room, there were 4 men standing waiting for me outside my door, I walked inside and the first man followed me in, I was still nude from the dance and I asked him what he wanted. He told me he would give me £100 to fuck me and I handed him a condom to put on, he opened his fly put the condom on. I lay on the bed, he climbed on top of me pushed his iron cock inside my soaking pussy and climaxed in two minutes flat. He put the $100 in a jar on the bedside table and left zipping himself up as he went. The second man just walked in as the first left and said, "How much love?" I told him £100 and he handed it over took all of his cloths off and put on a condom. I was still lying on my back and he just climbed on me and fucked away it took him 10 minutes to cum into the sheath and he dressed and left the third man entered and we went through the same routine. I had earned £300 in 45 minutes well earned 50% of £300 in 45 minutes. I dressed quickly in some of the stage cloths left in my dressing room, the clothes were all too small for me but gave me a very seductive look with my body sticking out all over the place. I took a long drink from a bottle of vodka I had drought from home in my overnight bag and ran on to the stage just as my second set of records were starting, as before I was into my swing straight away, dancing and swaying for the men. I took my time and put more tease and less strip in to my act but still ended up totally nude and showing my pussy to the audience before my music stopped. When I finished and was walking off the stage the men in the audience were going crazy and I noticed the first man in the queue outside my dressing room was still there from before my act. I entered the dressing room and through the clothes into a laundry basket in the corner of the room, I turned and watched as the man undressed, he threw 5 £20 notes on the dresser and picked up a condom. He told me he would pay double to not have to use the condom, I nodded my head and he dropped another 5 £20 notes with the other money on the dresser, We spent the whole 45 minutes together he came twice inside my pussy and left me an extra £50 as a tip. My last dance was a blur, I had finished half the bottle of vodka and ended up in my just my panties walking around the room full of men letting them touch my tits and anything else they wanted. Men were putting $5 notes in my panties as I walked around the room which I collected in one hand, my music finished while I was still out in the audience at the back of the room. I removed my panties and walked slowly through the crowd of men large quantity of $5 notes in one hand and my panties in the other. Ozzy was clapping again as I entered the wings, he told me I now had a regular Friday night spot in his club and he would put me in touch with a Club in Derby for Saturday nights if I would like to earn extra cash. I returned to my dressing room there were 7 punters waiting and before I left I serviced them all before the club finally closed. In my last session I had earned $550 for a couple of hand jobs and 5 full services. With the $250 I had picked up in the audience I was finishing the night with a take home salary of £675 plus the £200 for dancing, £875 with no tax, national insurance or union subscriptions. Ozzy was pleased too he had made a profit of £475 on my nights work, I found out much later that Ozzy had paid half of his profits from me to Simon for introducing me. I didn’t feel too bad about that because I also found out Ozzy made half my profits from the Saturday night venue. Oh yes, I went on to strip on Saturday night too, and made another small fortune prostituting myself, I couldn't sleep with Alan ever again and left him as soon as I had paid off his debts. We divorced 6 months later and I started to work 5 days a week in London, dancing and selling my body for the pleasure of men. I would gladly stop prostitution and earn my living from the striptease but no one would give me a spot dancing without the money from sex, it's far too profitable for the club owners. And me well I have a large house in the suburbs and commute to the strip clubs, mostly around the Soho area, I've had many visits to the VD clinic and some painful medical treatments which I was told to put down to industrial injuries. I have starred in 3 soft porn films made in Holland and spent 3 weeks in a stage show where I was nude on stage for the whole play. I only ever reach a climax when I am showing off my body to a large number of people and have earned well over a million pounds enjoying my body.