Cash for Cunt Confessions
When Gemma and I started working at the strip club, we thought it was just a hoot. We talked together about our antics, bursting into fits of laughter like some giddy teenagers. We were convinced that our time there would be very short because we were total amateurs and had our studies to complete. The result was that we could not guarantee to appear each Friday night as the owner, Brian, soon tried to persuade us to do. As a result, our appearances were slightly sporadic, but we found them great fun, and Brian accepted that our University courses prioritised our striptease acts. It was very early on in our time working at the club that Brian almost casually suggested that we might make a lot more money by entertaining some of the clientele privately. As twenty-one-year-old students, we thought he meant being invited to perform at private functions. Although such requests were forthcoming, Brian inferred that we could be paid to perform sex acts in one of the club's private rooms