Welcome to the "Original Sin":

My name is Nym, and I work as a stripper/prostitute at the "Original Sin", and underground club managed by our "sisterhood". Here, any man can satisfy most of his shady carnal desires, for as long as their wallets are able to withstand it.

Each member of our "sisterhood" shares a certain "condition", which forces our "sexual appetite" to be a little stronger than most women, so in the end, our club serves the double purpose of satisfying that need, leaving a juicy profit while doing so. Efficient, ain´t it?

Anyway, this night, as many other nights before, I was providing the usual "feast for the eyes" for our regular customers, dancing wildly at the pole at the main stage. The cheers and whistling of the crowd reacted at my every movement, the men at my feet ravaging my body with their hungry eyes. It might be just a show, but their overheated words gradually started to tingle every inch of my mind, turning my whole body into a dangerously erogenous zone.

Finally, as the music ended, my performance reached its "grand finale". Every man at the crowd exploded into a thunderous applause and, with a kiss thrown at the air and a growing wetness between my legs, I left the scene.

While going back through the "hidden" corridors of our club, I saw Sheryl (another member of our "sisterhood", as well as a long time friend) getting ready to step at the pole for the next show. I greeted her with a chuckle and told her about the situation that was awaiting her at the stage.

"Let´s see what they´ve got" - she answered with a mischievous sneer. After we exchanged some lesser chit-chat, we followed our respective paths. A minute or two after that, I heard a muffled commotion that resounded through the walls of the building. Her show must have started.

My job was nowhere near from finished that night. On the contrary... this is when the real fun starts.

Tonight I had to relieve Amy-chan (another "sister") at the "Black Box".

The "Black Box" was the name we gave to a series of small, sultry stalls at the back of the club, where men willing to pay formed a long line while waiting to be serviced by any part of our upper bodies. It´s kind of an improvement of the so called "Gloryholes". You wouldn´t believe how well the "sex slave" role pays up at the end of the night, heh.

Anyway, as I reached the "Black Box", the door to stall nº6 opened, and out of there came a tough looking kind of guy, zipping up his shorts with a satisfied face. A couple minutes later, Amy came out too. She had some remnants of her last "service" at the corner of her smiling lips, so I approached her and licked her mouth clean in front of the large line of customers. I soon saw the bulge in their pants swell to very promising proportions as they started throwing lewd commentaries at us. Men are so simple to handle...

Once we separated from our long, deep kiss, Amy chuckled and went off her way towards the changing rooms, leaving me at the mercy of the horde of overly-excited men. Soon they started to gang over me, their hands caressing and roughly squeezing my scantily clad body, so I let them enjoy themselves for a couple seconds, shaking them off with a playful look afterwards. It´s bad manners to enjoy the goods without paying, you know?

After leaving their rock hard "feelings" behind, I wore my metal chocker and kneeled in front of the first customer.

"How may I serve you today, Master?"

The "answer" quickly sprung out of his boxers, and while I gripped his strong, obscene rod, I chuckled in my mind:

"You are all our Slaves to Pleasure, after all."