My name is Lara jean Kevinsky and am just 19 years old. I'm a stripper and a first year student at Stanford university in New York. Being a stripper doesn't mean I'm a whore I'm just here to make you cheerful,horny and that's just cherry for you. He's the CEO of Stewart international, he's name is Peter. I never knew who he was,I was just on stage doing my things that fateful night and then he walks to me and says. "Be my personal stripper" smooching me from the back.
Chapter 1 Personal Stripper
Jean walked towards the road and flagged down a cab. The cab stopped beside her and she hopped in.
"Dasteny Motel" She said to the cab driver.
The driver glanced at her. His thoughts were pretty obvious, he was wondering why a girl like her would be off to the Motel.
"Please start the ride sir" Jean said to him and he shook his head lightly before turning to drive the cab.
The stares, the mumblings that came each time she mentioned the motel, Jean was used to it already now.
She pulled her backpack, opened it up and checked out her clothes. They were all there.
Yeah, she was a stripper at the motel. The motel was famous for strippers like herself. Jean did not believe that strippers were whores. She was just doing her own job just like every other person was.
She was only making men and women happy by shaking her body to their delight and letting them feed her eyes on her body.
She was not a whore.
Jean looked out of the window and her eyes caught sight of a restaurant, it was being rebuilt.
A faint smile parted her lips as she remembered that her mother had once brought her to this restaurant along with her twin younger siblings.
She could remember their happiness back then but now, all of that happiness was gone. Her mother was gone, her father had been gone for long. It was just her and her twin younger ones.
Jean sighed, shut her eyes and let memories flash through her mind.
She was just 19 but she had had to take up the job of a stripper. It was the only job that could provide her with the money she needed to take care of her siblings.
Genevieve, one of the twin was asthmatic and the other twin was a sickler (SS). It was one of the things that Jean hated her parents for.
The both of them had not just left her with the twin to take care of, they had left both twins sick for her.
Jean was dying with the responsibilities that were well over her age. The medical bills she had to pay was killing her but she had to continue, hoping things would get better but inside of her, she knew things were not going to get better.
"We are here" the driver announced and Jean shook herself back to life, wiping away the tear she had not even realized had dropped.
"Here you go" she paid the cab driver and was about to step out of the cab when he called her back.
"Hey, you are a stripper, right?" He asked her but Jean gave him no response.
"How much would it cost me to spend a night with you? You are really beautiful" he grinned like the pervert she was.
Jean gave no response to him and simply got out of his car. She was used to getting such comments and requests and she was tired of explaining that she was a stripper not a whore.
With her backpack strapped to her back, she walked towards the backdoor of the motel, her head bowed slightly and her gaze on the floor.
She walked into the dressing room of the strippers through the backdoor.
"Cherry? You are finally here. It is your turn. Get dressed up and get onto the stage." Her boss hurried her up as soon as she was.
"Yes ma'am" she mumbled a response and unzipped her backpack.
She brought out her clothes which was a black bra and a skimpy skirt which she knew she would still have to do away with soon.
She immediately got dressed up. Staring into the mirror, Jean pushed back her life.
As soon as she was in these clothes and on the stage, she was no longer Lara Jean, she was Cherry.
She walked out of the dressing room and made her entrance to the stage. The horny crowd cheered as she got to the stage.
Cherry was the best stripper of the club and her sessions was always looked forward to.
Cherry smiled widely as she began dancing to the music that was playing, twisting her body to the slow tunes of it.
The crowd cheered as she took hold of the pole and spinned on it, twisting her legs around it and keeping herself balanced.
The innocent look of Jean had left her face completely and now the only thing on her face was the seductive, hot look of Cherry.
She slowly and seductively slid to the floor from the pole and twisted her body before getting up and walking forward making the men in the front line go crazy.
She grabbed the hem of her short skirt and pulled it down earning more excited screams from the horny crowd.
Her firm butt was held in a g string panties which concealed barely any skin.
She turned and bent down, giving the crowd a sight to behold as she shook her body to the music.
Her ass cheeks slapped against each other as she did her thing. Her body twisted and twirled. Her ass and boobs shook to the delight of those watching.
She was way into what she was doing that she did not realize that someone had climbed up to the stage.
To climb up to the stage and touch a stripper, one had to pay three thousand dollars. Jean had only had such once and never again.
She was not expecting it until she felt warm hands grab her ass cheeks.
She gasped slightly and stopped for a moment.
"Go on!! Go on!!" The crowd cheered, going even crazier with the presence of a man on the stage with her.
The arms of the man slid around her sweaty waist in no time as Cherry tried to continue with her dancing to delight the people.
She still had more to do but being held by this man was not really helping but the crowd seemed to love it so Cherry went along with it.
She could feel the man's hard-on. She bent down, touching her toes and jiggling her ass against his hard-on. He had paid three thousand dollars for this, which would increase her own pay too.
The man's arms suddenly grabbed her, pulling her up from her bent position.
Jean felt his lips on her sweaty neck and then he trailed upwards to her ears.
Then, she heard the most masculine, husky voice ever whisper to her.
"Be my personal stripper"