CONTRACTED CHANGE-1

 CHAPTER ONE - MEETING

Ralph Schuman sat in the back row at Jiggles strip club, nursing a $7.5 domestic beer. He knew he shouldn't be here. He should be home, with his wife Laura and their two kids. Laura was showing two houses today, and hopeful that she would make a sale... and Ralph knew that dinner time conversation would center around nothing else. That's why he was in no rush.

But that only explains why he was in no hurry to get home. The reason he was at Giggles, for the fourth time in the last two weeks, was because he just liked to look at these girls with big tits bounce around the stage. Was it that his sex life with Laura was virtually non-existent for the last six years (since the birth of Timmy, their second child)? Or was it that even when they did have sex, he had always hated that Laura was so small chested? Or was it something else? The fact is, Ralph knew that all his life he could never get the "pretty" girls to pay any attention to him.Here, they had to. They had to pretend he was interesting. They had to laugh at his jokes. And in some ways, he took a perverse pleasure in that.

Whatever the reason, however, he knew this much - despite starting to ,become a frequent customer of the club, he didn't really take any pleasure in it. Each time he left he said he wouldn't come back again, but this time he seemed to mean it. He took the last pull on his beer, tossed a dollar on the table, and walked towards the stage. 

He figured he might as well get a last look before heading home to talk of the wonders of real estate.

The girl on the stage had become something of his favorite. Angie, or Annie... something with an A. He didn't remember her name, but he loved her body. She was a little plump, but her tits were enormous. She had long curly blond hair, and a bit of a weathered look. As she writhed around the pole, she could completely envelope it with her massive boobs, and Ralph couldn't help but be a bit mesmerized as they wobbled and jiggled as she moved on the stage. He beckoned her over, and she bent towards him, her boobs inches from his face, and not that far from the ground for that matter. He took out a ten dollar bill and held it forward, she nodded, smiled a fake, vacant smile, and took the bill by squeezing her tits together to take it. Ralph was turned on, no doubt, but he was enjoying the fact that this girl HAD to do this... serves her, and all the pretty girls, right for ignoring him for so many years. But there was something else to it too. Ralph couldn't place it, but it was there. For the first time in his visits here, he felt really aroused.

Amber caught the look in Ralph's eyes. It was brief, but it was there. She wanted to grin from ear to ear, but instead just stood up, let her boobs hang towards him, and tossed a quick glance towards the opposite end of the club. Curious, Ralph looked over, and saw a man sitting at a table, who raised up his glass to Ralph, as if to say "nice to meet you, come on over."

Ralph just shrugged his shoulders, looked back up at the girl's tits, and turned to leave. Whatever scam this was, he wasn't buying. He had to get home anyway.

"Oh come on, stay for one more drink," said the man, startling Ralphas he turned around.

"How did you get from there to here so fast," asked Ralph, confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about friend," said the man. "My name's Davis. Come on, let me buy you a beer while Amber finishes her set. We can chat a bit."Ralph shook Davis' hand, and nodded. Another 30 minutes without real estate talk wouldn't hurt. The two sat back down at an empty table,

and Davis beckoned over one of the topless waitresses and ordered two

more beers.

"Here's to excitement, here's to great sex!" laughed Davis, as he raised his beer towards Ralph.

"Let me take a wild guess, you are NOT married," laughed Ralph, as he

clicked his beer against Davis'.

"No, I'm not," smiled Davis. "Would put a crimp in my lifestyle, if you get what I mean. Be tough on my job, too."

Before Ralph could even ask, Davis explained that he worked with the dancers in this club, and many others on what he called "placement."

"You mean getting them into certain clubs, out of others, moving to different states, that sort of stuff?" asked Ralph.

"In some cases yes," said Davis. "Moving them from one situation to another is my specialty. And I'm paid very well for it."

Ralph smiled. This guy was full of shit. He could tell. How much money can be made doing that kind of work, he wondered. Don't these girls pretty much sell themselves?       

 He noticed that Amber had finished her set, and was scooping up the stray bills and her clothes from the stage, and working her way over to their table. He was ready for whatever scam was coming.

"Sit down my dear," said Davis, "standing up to pull out a chair for Amber. You were wonderful up there."

Amber thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, and sat down.  She didn't

even bother to get dressed at all, her huge boobs flopping on the

small table, leaving little room for the two beers.

"Sorry about that, hun" giggled Amber, as Ralph caught his beer just as it was sliding off the table from a collision with boobflesh.

 "Now Amber," said Davis. "This is my new friend Ralph. Ralph is married, has two children, and works as the head engineer of a small internet company. Isn't that interesting?"

"Ohhh, wow. That is super," she said, smiling at Ralph. Ralph knew bullshit when he saw it. No matter what Davis had said about him, she would have ooohed and aahhed. But then it hit him, had he told Davis all that stuff?

"Hey, I don't remember telling you..."

Davis cut him off. "As I was telling Ralph, I help you girls with placement. And I think Ralph here might be very interested in what we have to propose, don't you? 

"Look," interrupted Ralph. "I don't know what scam you're pulling. I don't know how you knew all that stuff about me.  But if what you're talking about is blackmail, it won't work.  So I'm at a strip club. Tell my wife for all I care. She'll be pissed, but it's not like I'm cheating on her. So you can save your pitch, I'm out of here."

"Please stay." The jovial look was gone from Davis' face, as he grabbed Ralph's arm and effortlessly pulled him back down. "We are not interested in blackmail, or anything else. We aren't asking you for anything. We are offering. Now, if you wish to go back to Laura ."

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He had done it again. How did he know this, Ralph thought. And clearly, he couldn't remember the last time his heart was racing like this. You take excitement where you get it, he thought, and just

looked straight at Davis. "Ok, I'm listening."