Six Nights at Sinful Sally's (Dickgirl tf, Strippers, BE)

Story by sirka

So here's a personal project of mine...

Pretty much all my writing and idea. An attempt at a slutty shemale stripper tf story... with plenty of options for sequels later!

Six Nights at Sinful Sally’s

Night One

“This place is a dump,” Alice said from her place behind the dust covered bar. They’d cleaned off a spot by the flip up counter before they realized that it was rusted shut. She rested her elbows down on the old polished surface. Thank heavens she didn’t have an allergy to dust!

Not like poor Kevin across the bar from her, still wearing a white filter mask over his mouth and nostrils, and looking uncomfortable in the enclosed space. His light blue eyes were a little bloodshot and wet from an earlier sneezing frenzy. His normally well oiled hair messed up and stuck with dust and cobwebs. “You sure you’re okay with staying here? I mean I know the power and plumbing works, but you could always rent a motel room or something…”

“No, we came down here in the first place to sort out my uncle’s estate and get some cash from this old property… the last thing I want to do is spend more money on a motel room when I have four walls and a roof to sleep in. Besides,” she said pointing towards the door. “There’s a diner and truckstop across the highway. I have plenty of power tools, cleaning supplies, and enough cash to last the rest of the week.”

Still looking indecisive, despite his clear desire to get out of the building littered with overturned chairs and moldy wallpaper, Kevin scratched the back of his head trying to think of another excuse. Only to quickly pull his hand away and shake it wildly when he felt another spider web. “Eugh! Goddamn this place is disgusting!”

Earning a giggle from his girlfriend as he swung his arm about to get rid of the sticky spider thread. “Seriously, I can take care of myself. Uncle Carl’s club wasn’t in some run down town or anything. The locks still work and I have his old pistol here. Just because it’s in need of a lot of renovation is no reason to be so scared for me. The only things in this place are mice and cockroaches. And I think a couple bug bombs and the exterminator coming on Tuesday should handle all that just fine.” Reaching across the wooden barrier she held his hand, holding tightly and stroking his palm with her thumb. “I’ll be fine. Go do that band gig you have lined up and by the time you get back we’ll be ready to put this place on the market!”

“Alright Alice, but I’m telling you this place just gives me the creeps.”

Alice just shook her head.

What was so creepy about an old strip joint? Sure with the lights off the poles on the three stages caused some odd shadows to fall when they first stepped in, and the mannequins for displaying costumes in the dressing rooms were a little on the spooky side. Plus it didn’t help that Carl had been some sort of Ozzy road fan and had a huge collection of metal paraphernalia still kept in his office. Even though the place had been closed for almost eight years since his health started to decline, no one had been back to clear it out in that time.

Really the only odd thing about Sinful Sally’s was the account books. Carl had made a lot of money catering to some odd fetishes with his dancers. But he’d never managed to make as much as you’d think the owner of an establishment like this should. Since he was the drugged up old hippy of the family no one found it surprising that he hadn’t a head for numbers. But that’s not what the ledger showed. It was incredibly neat and well maintained. Not surprising since old Carl was apparently a history grad from Berkely… another thing Alice hadn’t been told about her uncle. Still it left her wondering…

Where had all the money gone?

“Well, I think I’ve made some serious progress today,” Alice said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Chairs and stools to rotted and damaged had been removed and thrown in a dumpster outside, while the floor of the bar’s center stages was now clean of garbage. Still in need of a good washing and she hadn’t even started on the back rooms and private lounges. Still it was a good deal for one short brunette woman to get done in a single day.

Then again, she’d always been handy with power tools. She’d even got to help Uncle Carl build his sail boat when she was a kid visiting his house one summer. The Tiresias… shame she never got to go out on it with him since the family found out what kind of club he ran that year. It was still down at the marina... another thing she would sadly have to sell. She was stil

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