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Sabrina was desperate for cash, and Rick wanted to see her on the pole and wondered if she could get on it before being legal. After all, stripping is all paid in cash and nobody checks for IDs besides the club manager. He was a regular at City Centerfolds, where the manager recognized him and new that he spends. Jerry was a hard ass, especially on the girls from what they told him, but Jerry knew money and might look the other way if Sabrina made enough for his club.

When Sabrina came over again, she put on white lingerie in the bedroom. Her crotchless panty showed her bare pink lips, and her taut breasts were in full display. She looked like a bride ready for picking. Rick sat on the bed, watching the girl looking at herself in the mirror as she turned around in her white high heels. She asked Rick if she would be fucking multiple guys as a stripper. "You're not supposed to, but you'll make more money if you do extras." Rick responded then stared at her ass, "A lot of guys will want to fuck you." Sabrina smiled and swayed over to the bedside and pulled at her lingerie, "You think this would look good in the black light?" Rick picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, and fondled her bare lips until she was wet and begging to be fucked.

When Sabrina hit 17, Rick drove her to City Centerfolds in the evening just as it was opening up. She wore a red tank top without a bra on, and the man fondled her throughout the ride. After the bouncer let her in, she glanced across the dark empty club. The stage lights were not on yet. It smelled faintly of cigarettes and cinnamon body spray. She walked over to the stage in her white heels. There were two poles on a glassy surface, and Sabrina sat at the rail. Sabrina pictured herself dancing on the poles, and smirked at the idea of men throwing money at her. A door at the corner of the lounge open, showing a man silhouetted by fluorescent light. He stopped and faced Sabrina for a second before walking over to her. He was a middle aged man, slightly overweight. "Are you here to audition?" he asked, and Sabrina stood up and gave an awkward nod. He motioned her to follow him into the fluorescent room. The walls were dingy, with scratches and slight coffee stains on them, and the leather sofa was faded and scratched. Sabrina sat at the sofa, and watched the man get to his vinyl office chair. It was cold, and Sabrina wished she had something other than just her tank top and jean shorts.
The man clasped his hands together and eyed the girl, "Have you danced before?"

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