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Obsessions
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Lesbian Female / 32
I Feel I Have Always Been Obsessed With Tits
In my freshman year of high school I had a classmate I became friends with. She was a rich kid I was one of those girls who liked to hang out with rich kids. For reference I lived with my mother in a small apartment and slept on the couch. I found out her parents owned two strip joints and her mother was a former stripper. The idea of it did things to me and I begged her to sneak me in so I could see the strippers.
It wasn't until the summer that she told me we could go for the lunch hour when the salesmen and used car types came out for the 2.99 steak lunch. The strip joint was right outside the city limits on the state highway. We went over on our bikes, which took forty five minutes. We went in the back surprising the bookkeeper. She let us 'look' from the office door.
The customers ate lunch at small tables around the runway, and for 5 dollars they could sit at the runway while the strippers danced right up to them. All I could think of was how beautiful they were, I thought their breasts were wonderful, comparing my newish tits to theirs. That afternoon I never thought of the boob jobs, only how gorgeous their breasts were. One of the waitresses came to the office and was surprised to see two teen girls there. She caught my eyes on her breasts, she took my chin in her hand and asked me if I liked tits, offering to let me touch and reminding me they were all natural.
If that moment cemented my tit obsession so be it. If touching her tits turned me to the gay side so be it. If stripping with my classmate and pretending to be strippers helped us pass the time so be it. If sucking her tit drove me crazy so be it. By the time I was old enough to strip I was a pro, my tits were good enough, I had perfected the walk, I wore a tight g-string and bulked up my crotch so the customers could stare while ordering their drinks.
I worked as dancer for four years before moving into the office, my job became talent manager, interviewing and hiring dancers for the 'clubs'. My girlfriend just got too jealous for me to do what I loved and convinced her father to put me in the office. She and I now manage her father's club in Tampa. I keep a close eye on the talent from the door of the office.
It wasn't until the summer that she told me we could go for the lunch hour when the salesmen and used car types came out for the 2.99 steak lunch. The strip joint was right outside the city limits on the state highway. We went over on our bikes, which took forty five minutes. We went in the back surprising the bookkeeper. She let us 'look' from the office door.
The customers ate lunch at small tables around the runway, and for 5 dollars they could sit at the runway while the strippers danced right up to them. All I could think of was how beautiful they were, I thought their breasts were wonderful, comparing my newish tits to theirs. That afternoon I never thought of the boob jobs, only how gorgeous their breasts were. One of the waitresses came to the office and was surprised to see two teen girls there. She caught my eyes on her breasts, she took my chin in her hand and asked me if I liked tits, offering to let me touch and reminding me they were all natural.
If that moment cemented my tit obsession so be it. If touching her tits turned me to the gay side so be it. If stripping with my classmate and pretending to be strippers helped us pass the time so be it. If sucking her tit drove me crazy so be it. By the time I was old enough to strip I was a pro, my tits were good enough, I had perfected the walk, I wore a tight g-string and bulked up my crotch so the customers could stare while ordering their drinks.
I worked as dancer for four years before moving into the office, my job became talent manager, interviewing and hiring dancers for the 'clubs'. My girlfriend just got too jealous for me to do what I loved and convinced her father to put me in the office. She and I now manage her father's club in Tampa. I keep a close eye on the talent from the door of the office.
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