Part I
I was barely 22 and was curious. Submissive and an exhibitionist at heart, my curiosity was piqued when thumbing through the city paper and ad for a male dancer at a gay bar caught my eye.
Intrigued, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I was way past scared but part of me knew that I had to go down to investigate. When I called they said the had an amateur night on Sunday. So it was, I went into a lingerie/sex shop which sold g-strings and brought one for Sunday.
When I walked into the bar, the first time ever for me, I was really excited. It felt so raw, I was leered at, especially when they knew I would be dancing. I felt a sense of humiliation because I knew most of the men their figured that I was a slut and that excited me.
Part II
When my time to get on the bar came I was both excited and scared, mostly horny. I was wearing a bright green g-string with a print. The men who watched me had lust in their eyes and my cock responded well to the attention. The bouncer had been chatty with me from the time that I had entered and when he saw me in the bar he came over with ones in tow. Grabbing my shaven thigh with one hand and my cock with the other his firm grip let there be no doubt in my mind as to who was in charge and this made me melt. A natural submissive at heart I craved a stern hand and direction and I was basically frozen waiting for his next move.
I didn't have to wait long as his hand moved up my thigh under my g-string to my ass as his fingers danced around my hole. My passivity seemed to embolden him as he stared into my eyes as sank one finger completely inside me. His other hand fed a dollar bill into my sock letting me no I was bought for now as I waited for his next move.
It was surreal being caught up on that bar in that moment knowing that everyone in the bar knew I was a slut and obviously a bottom as the song "It's raining men" blared in the back ground. I didn't have to wait long as he fed another dollar into my sock as his finger started to pump me and so this went on another dollar more pumping and then he started adding fingers. The crowd at the bar had been prepared to see dancing but what they were now witnessing was me getting fucked on top of the bar with my boner sealing my fate as the slutty bottom that I would be known to be.
I got the job ...
to be continued ...
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