F4A- I'm a poor girl forced to find work in the local strip club

My mom and I grew up pretty poor. We lived in a trailer park and she was a single mom who got pregnant with me when she was 18.  When I was young she worked as a stripper on the weekends to support us because she had no other skills. She would leave at night and come home super late. 

When I became a teenager she was getting a little too old to be a dancer and she quit because she wasn't making as many tips in her 30's.  ...Although she did still know a lot of men around town, and she started "working" for them.  Several times a week she would either go out on dates with them or have me spend the night at a friend's house so that she could work in her bedroom.  

When I turned 18 she told me that I needed to get a job and start helping with the bills.  I told her there aren't any jobs for a young woman like me in our little farm town.  The cafe doesn't need another waitress and I can't afford to move away to college.

She told me that if she can figure it out then so can I, and that I should try to find a night job so that she has privacy to work from home in the evenings.  Of course there is only one night job for young ladies around here...  The Wet Mare.  It's the only strip club in the entire county, and it's pretty notorious.  There are a lot of horny farmers around here, and the club is busy at all hours of the day, but especially on the nights and weekends.  It seems like all the men in the county go there...  Old married farmers, young ranchers, even the businessmen who travel into town to trade crops and equipment.  

Technically in this state it is illegal for a stripper to show her nipples or pussy, but the police turn a blind eye at The Wet Mare.  Most of the cops get free lapdances...  In exchange, the women strip fully nude and there are rumors that they do a lot more than that too.

I knew that this was my only job option so I called and set up an interview.  Of course my mother still had all her old outfits and they fit me.  I really didn't want to become a stripper but she told me that when she was my age she didn't either, and I'll get used to it.  

That's how I found myself walking into one of the private rooms of the club for a job interview.  I was wearing a sparky pink bra that barely was able to hold in my perky DD tits, and my matching pink g-string left little to the imagination and showed off my puffy little pussy mound.  It was obvious that I'm completely waxed, and I could feel the string rubbing against my little asshole with every step.  The cold air of the room on my cleavage and bare ass cheeks were another constant reminder that I was dressed like a whore.  I feel so small and naked with my little 5'5" body wearing nothing but my Mommies old stripper clothes.  My pink high heels clicked seductively on the floor as I realized that the private room had a stripper pole in it.  There was also a leather couch against the wall.

Mommy had told me that the club owner was a good man but he expected his dancers to be obedient.  So just need to be a good girl and do whatever he says and I'll make enough money to pay rent.  She didn't tell me about all the humiliating things his girls had to do or how he made them work late to play with each other and with him and his friends...

I can just imagine him and all the men who regularly go to the club, they'll probably laugh at me and say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  Some of Mommies boyfriends have probably been waiting for me to have to start having to work here...

"Good Morning, I'm Britney..." I say as I look up, wondering who was there to interview me.

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