Fifty Shades of Stripping

A stripper virgin. What could possibly go wrong?


I adjust my bra. Relax Krista, I tell myself. It’s just a job and it’s not like you haven’t been naked in front of men before. Who cares if mom disagrees with it?

“Hey hooker, are you ready?” Cindy smacks my butt.

My cheeks burn red. “How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?” I glare at her.

“Do what?” She gives me an innocent look. Smack my ass, that’s what.
“Oh relax virgin.” She adjusts her thong. “Damn this thing is riding up.”

After that she exits my room. Thank heaven. Am I a virgin? Yeah, I’m a stripper virgin. All the girls around here love that joke, probably because none of them are virgins. The girls here are whores, to be honest with you. Many of them have STDs, AIDs and what not.

“Krista?” A deep voice calls out. The strip club manager. Ugh, he’s a complete dog. The door opens and Kyle steps into the room. He has that naughty look on his face, the look that he always gets when he walks into my room. “Pleasure me.” The door slams shut. My heart flutters in my chest. At that exact moment his pants drop to the ground. Relax Krista, I tell myself. This is just a normal part of my life now, giving Kyle blowjobs on his request. I may be a virgin, but I’m sure a naughty one.

Fifty Shades of Grey Parody