CONTRACTED CHANGE-9

CHAPTER NINE - THE WAITING

The rest of the week was a bit of a blur for Ralph.  Curt let him

sleep at the club, but it meant an extra $50 per night for his take.

Ralph danced as much as he could to make money, and found it less and

less erotic with each dance.

Occasionally a patron would come in who Ralph would recognize, and

instinctively know what he liked.  It helped bring in some extra cash.

He got used to giving Curt his blow jobs each day, and occasional was

ordered to let Curt fuck him.  Twice, Curt had Ralph follow a friend

to his car and give him a blow job.  Once, the guy gave him $5, and

the other time he gave him nothing.

Curt set him up for one bachelor party on his fourth night, and the

pay was good.  He got $300 and all he had to do was strip for about 15

horny guys, and then let the groom to be fuck him in the ass.  As he

was being taken that way, he seemed to remember that Amber didn't mind

it as much as other girls.

Ralph found that little bits of Amber's life memories would pop into

his head when he needed them, but overall found his focus on things

fading.  He was just going from dance to dance, patron to patron, blow

job to blow job.

On the afternoon of the seventh day, he was on his knees in Curt's

office sucking him off, when, at the last second, Curt pulled out and

shot his hot come all over Ralph's face and in his hair.

He had done this another time during the week, and Ralph said nothing,

for fear of losing his job.

But as he sat in the dressing room, trying to get the dried cum out of

his hair before his next time on stage, he was ready to get back to

his old life.

Fortunately, when he stepped out on stage, he looked into the crowd

and saw Davis sitting at a table in the back of the club.

A huge smile crept over Ralph's weary face, but he also felt a bolt of

renewed energy.  His dance was the most erotic of the week, basically

making love to the pole.  When he bent over to take a $20 with his big

tits from a patron, he knew the guy could smell how wet he was.  In

fact, as he lingered there, the guy pulled out another $10 and held it

forward.  Ralph bent down and took it with his teeth.

When his song ended, he circled the stage as usual, picking up the

stray cash.  He barely noticed how his huge tits bobbled and wobbled

as he bent down, and instead just focused on the cash.

Rolling the bills up with his discarded bikini top, he ambled over to

Davis' table, and surprised himself by planting a nice kiss on Davis'

check as he sat down.

"Oh am I glad to see you!" Ralph cooed.  "I'm glad the week is over."

"It was quite an adventure, though," Davis said. "Wasn't it Amber?

Tell me more about what happened."

Ralph went into some details about Mike, and Curt... about living at

the club, about dancing, and generally tried to gloss over the details

of how many times, and in how many ways, he was fucked. He was a bit

embarrassed about it.  Not because he thought it made him seem gay,

but for some reason because he thought it made him seem cheap.

"It's ok sweetie," Davis said, stroking Ralph's hair. "A girl's got to

do what a girl's got to do."

"Well, either way... I'm excited to get my life back, my body back,"

Ralph said. "Where is Amber?"

"My dear," Davis said simply. "You ARE Amber now. This is your life.

There is nothing to get back."