Hero/Heroine

Sasha sighed as she curled up on her neon pink throw rug. She was only into her first hour of her shift in the dancer booth, and she could already tell it would be a long night. She had only been “dancing” at this adult novelty store for a couple of nights, but she was definitely questioning this life decision.

Her friend told her about the gig… “You're already going to be where the men are,” she said casually. Sasha looked at her skeptically. She did need extra money, but she would have never thought about stripping at porn shop. “You just have to sell yourself; make them come to you.” It was almost like her friend worked there herself. Maybe she wanted to live vicariously. Sasha had a wild streak about her, anyways. She already dabbled with phone sex just to get off. If she could get the confidence up to take her clothes off for cash, then why the hell not?

She met with the manager of the dancers, Grace. With that name, it seemed like she would have been older, but Grace looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She had porcelain-like skin and shiny black hair down to her ass. Her body was slim, but she had all the right curves. She gave off a Gothic aesthetic.

“My girls make tons of money,” Grace said, turning on the light in the booth. She wanted to show Sasha where she'd be working. The room wasn’t big; it was enough for someone to do a bit of moves, but nothing fancy. Grace sat down on the floor. Sasha raised an eyebrow, but then followed suit. She wanted to give the impression that she was totally into whatever this was about.

“Of course, you can't do any major acrobatics or anything. Still, you have the freedom to move however you want,” she explained. There was a huge window with a curtain covering it on one side of the room. Sasha stared at it with curiosity; she had never seen anything like it. Sure, she's gone into porn shops with her friends and saw crazy shit, but this was another level. Live peep shows… insane!

Grace pulled her back into conversation. “The guys purchase their tokens, depending on how much time they want. They put the tokens in, the curtains open and… showtime!” She seemed to like this business. Not only was she the boss, but she also danced, too.

A lot of questions came to Sasha's mind, but only one came out: “Can we use toys?” Grace ran her black pointy finger nails through her hair and lowered her voice.

“The owners of the place say no penetration, but you can use them on the outside.” It was a strange rule considering where they were, but Sasha just nodded. Grace touched her arm. “However, you do what you gotta do to make money right,” she said with a wink.

That was the beginning of Sasha's career in the sex industry. It excited her to know that when she left her office job for the weekend, she would be doing something naughty. The porn shop was a good distance away from her actual job, but she always prayed that no one familiar would come through. She enjoyed picking out sexy outfits and doing her makeup. Where she lacked self-esteem in her everyday life, she found it doing this.

She probably overdid it on her first night by dressing up in a pink babydoll nightie she found at Walmart. Sasha’s a thicker girl, but the outfit seemed to compliment her full, round tits, and it skimmed the curve of her ass. She thought she would play into the little girl fantasy by wearing opaque white knee socks. She sat in the booth waiting for her first customer. She bought a pink fuzzy rug to sit on and a CD player to play music. She had a couple of mixed compilation CDs for variety. A couple of hours went by and she still had no customers. She made sure to place her sexiest picture on the marquee out front so that people knew she was performing… where were they?

Suddenly, she heard the sound of tokens being dropped into the mechanism from the other side of the glass window. Sasha’s heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. She had always thought about it, but the situation hadn't presented itself until now. The curtain slid open and revealed a middle aged man. He seemed normal enough. He was sitting down on a bench. He wore a blue sweatshirt and his jeans were already around his ankles! Sasha's smile turned into a bewildered look. She wasn't expecting him to be jerking off already. His cock was in his right hand, and he had the sleaziest grin on his face. "Well," Sasha thought. "Showtime."

She ran her hand along the glass, then she pressed her tits against it and pursed her lips. It was kind of a blessing and a curse that she didn't have to talk; she just took it on herself to do what she thought would be worth the $25 that he slid in the money slot. She got on all fours and faced him, licking her lips. The guy sat there still stroking his dick, a bit faster now. Sasha had no idea how much time the tokens had paid for, but she felt like she was running out of ideas. She didn't bring her toys because of the house rules, so she had no props. Sasha winked at him and got on her back. Just as she was going to open her legs the curtain closed. Whew, she thought. She would have played the part, but it was definitely nerve-racking. She collected her money and put it in her purse. Not bad for her first performance. "I'll do better next time," she reassured herself. But there wasn't anyone else that night. Sasha was sad, but she left thinking that next week will be better.

The following week came… Sasha still received no business. She sat in the booth playing Jay-Z songs, trying to get in the mood. She was wearing just a blue off-the-shoulder T-shirt, without panties, and thigh-high leather boots. She felt sexy, but apparently no one thought she was sexy enough. She usually worked six-hour shifts, but the hours just seemed to multiply. Sasha felt dejected; she had even come up with a an actual routine. She left that night with no money in her pocket.

On night three, Sasha knew she had to make a decision. Was this really worth her nerves being shot and her confidence fading? She tried to weigh the pros and cons... she knew the potential was there to make bank. She also kind of enjoyed being this alter ego of herself. But the reality was that she hasn’t been making any money, she was wasting her life in this dungeon, and she was blaming herself, thinking no one wanted to watch her strip. "If only I lost like 30 pounds," she thought.

The time ticked by slowly. She looked at her cell phone… hour number two. Suddenly, she heard tokens falling in the collection box. Sasha felt the nervousness set in as she prepared to perform. She remembered to press play on the CD player since she wasn't using it prior to this. A familiar hip-hop song came on as the curtain opened. He looked about maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He was attractive, with medium-length dark brown hair and fair skin. He seemed about six feet tall. Sasha started to gain some confidence back. It always helped when the audience was good-looking. He, unlike the first customer two weeks ago, had his pants up. She didn't know if that was a good or bad thing at this point. She smiled and blew him a kiss, to which he smiled back. There was such a kindness behind his eyes (where they blue?) that it caught her off guard. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a bill and showed it to her. $50! Her eyes widened as he put it through the slot. "Well, I owe him a good one," she thought to herself.

The song “Hero/Heroine” by the pop-punk group Boys Like Girls came on the CD player. It was a song she'd never heard before, but for some reason, it was fueling her routine. Sasha got on her knees behind the glass and put her hand up to it, which he did the same on the other side. Brave, knowing the fuckery that goes on. Usually, a clerk cleans up every so often. Sasha stared seductively at the guy. She licked her outstretched arm up to her hand, remembering not to lick the glass.

She pulled away and dropped down on her butt. She was wearing just a pair of red lace panties and a matching bra. He still stood at the window, his hand now by his side. He stared intently as Sasha slowly removed her bra and flung it to the side. She pushed her tits together. The guy was transfixed as he watched her tongue flick across both hard nipples. The way this guy watched was turning her on, which was a surprise. Sasha put her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it while keeping her eyes locked on his. Her other hand she crept in between her thighs and moved in a circular motion through her panties. When she found her clit, she threw her head back and moaned. The song in the background was not sexual at all, but she felt it was making her free to be wild for this guy.

Now he had started to rub his cock through his pants. That sight completely aroused her. She slid her panties to the side, giving her full access to her pussy. She tapped her clit as he sat on the bench, never turning away. She wanted him to pull his cock out. Sasha wanted to masturbate with him. She remembered that she brought her vibrator, a just-in-case move that she was grateful for. Continuing to touch herself, she reached over to her duffel bag and pulled out the toy. His eyes got wider, and she felt satisfied with herself as she licked the toy’s shaft from base to tip. The goal was to make him pull it out and stroke it for her. She pushed the vibrator in her mouth while she was fingering herself. As she sucked on the toy, she saw that one of his hands moved to his belt. "Yes!" she thought as she moved the vibrator to her pussy. Let me see it! As he started to unbuckle, the belt the curtain closed. Time was up. “Damn it!” she said out loud. She could have actually came if that kept going, which would have been a first. She felt so good, so horny, so… happy that she finally just let go and did such a good job. And he was hot! That was a bonus in itself. She also liked the thrill of getting him turned on. She would miss this guy.

Sasha reached into the money slot and felt two bills in there. Confused, she pulled her hand out and saw 2 $50 bills. $100?! What the hell? This was completely unexpected… she threw on her bra and panties, stepped into her wedge heels and walked out of the booth. When she got to the front desk, the sales clerk was sitting there on his cell phone looking bored.

“Did you see the guy that left from the dancer booth?” she blurted out to him. The clerk continued looking at his phone.

“Yeah, he left, but he seemed to have liked you,” he said matter-of-factly. “He said you had to be the best dancer we've had.” Sasha smiled to herself. That guy ended up being her hero. She hoped he would come back… they weren't done.