Mutual Benefits Ch. 03

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

The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it was well after dark, when Amy asked me if I'd wanted to go for a walk in the woods behind the house. She was 18, I was 19, but we'd known each other since we were toddlers,  our families being very close and part of the same church group.  The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I graduated the year before) and was mainly our families along with some of our mutual friends from church and school.  As I said, we'd been friends for a long time, but it was only in recent months that things seemed to change between us. Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted to do with our lives, our secret bonding over our mutual distaste of our parents' particular brand of religion,  had brought us closer together as friends, but also somehow felt more than JUST friends. I'd certainly started noticing her beautiful body more recently as well. Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks,

As he pushed the clutch shifting into fourth, the low drone of the engine steadily hummed and he made his way down the highway. His mind wandered back and forth between his work day and the years he worked diligently, living beneath his means and saving for a life he dreamed of. It was an easy way to kill the time between leaving the city and reaching home and often something he did, so as to not forget just how good he finally had it. His children had spread about, his girls staying behind to finish school, while his son moved to be closer to him across the United States and held down a job just across the boarding state of Virginia. The depths of pride he held for the man and women they had grown into beamed from him with every thought of them. It was a blessing he was so very grateful for. It was beginning to get dark. Only quick flashes of light peppered through the tall trees lining the dirt road he turned onto with the sun beginning to set. The sky was changing with brushes of

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"So, what do you want to do tonight?" My question to Sherry was more out of boredom than actual interest. I was perfectly content staying home and curling up on the couch to watch one of my DVDs with her. Especially because snuggling on the couch with her often turned into more than just snuggling. We had met in the first week of my basic Biology class at the local junior college, then we didn't have any classes together for another year and a half. We met again in a Sociology class and things just clicked. It seemed that we were both average kids from average families who could not afford to pay for an expensive education at some large university. As we chatted, I worked up enough nerve to invite her to the snack bar for coffee. We found out we were living in the same apartment complex near the campus and we started spending a lot of time together. In a month, we were definitely a couple. And now we were about to celebrate her 21st birthday. "Well, I was thinking