Kristy Walsh drove to the seedy part of town, tired, frustrated, and highly embarrassed about what she was considering doing. Her second history exam of the semester sat on the seat next to her, with a big red "D" at the top of the page. How could this have happened? She had thought the first "D" was a fluke, but halfway through her first semester in college she was looking at a possible GPA of under 2.0 and on her way to being put on academic probation and losing her partial scholarship.

Things weren't always like this for Kristy. In high school she had always been an above-average student, graduating with a 3.3 GPA while working full-time at the local mall and participating in high-school sports. Her parents were proud, she had many friends, and in small town Hazelbrook, Oregon, she was a true success story.

She also was also fairly popular, and the subject of more than a few classmates' fantasies. She was far from a supermodel, but at just under 5'3 and 110 lbs, she had a cute, fit body; not very skinny, but thin with curves in the right places. Kristy had been an above average swimmer in high school, she had always been self-conscious of her flat chest, but her body had finally matured by the beginning of her senior year, and although she wouldn't admit it, she was happy with her 34B's. Her shoulder length, light brown hair was soft and it complimented her best asset, her face. Kristy had the kind of face that could be described as innocent yet amazingly sexy. When she smiled or laughed every guy in the room noticed those nicely shaped eyes and perfect, always wet lips. In fact, she was quite proud of the fact that when the new "Spiderman" movie had hit the theatres, more than a few friends had compared her looks to that of the actress Kirsten Dunst.

Now, Kristy was in the state of Washington, attending an average sized state university, but much bigger than any school she had ever seen. She had always wanted to go to school outside of the state, and after a successful year at the local community college, she had received a partial scholarship. Her parents dug into their savings and helped get her settled, even providing her with a used Honda Civic, checkbook, and credit card. They couldn't afford the entire cost of living out there, but all of this was very exciting to Kristy, and she had thought of nothing all summer except for how great college would be.

However, things did not go as planned for her. Her boyfriend of 1 year, Ray, had stopped calling after the first few weeks, and he never visited as he promised. This made it hard for her to study and very leery of men, especially because Kristy had given up her virginity to him in the summer and had imagined spending her life with him. Once he had taken her cherry, he seemed to lose interest and was too busy hitting on the community college girls. Her first midterms had gone terribly, but she thought with harder work, everything would work out. Unfortunately, now halfway through the semester, she had to face the reality that she could fail 3 of 5 classes. The lectures and grading had hit her harder than she expected, and trying to balance her part-time job in the library didn't help either. She had thought the job would give her some relaxing study time, but instead her supervisor kept a constant watch on her.

She hadn't made many friends or joined any campus activities, but including her roommate she had a small circle of girls that she spent most of her time with. With her cute looks, she didn't have trouble getting other students attention, especially with living in the co-ed dorms. However, she had been really turned off to the whole dating scene when after a first date with a guy on the second floor, he had tried to get her drunk in his room. She didn't mind having a beer or two, but he moved way too fast, and she was shocked when he had suggested she at least "blow him" at the end of the night. Her next date involved one of the popular baseball players sticking his tongue down her throat and grabbing her ass after she had leaned in for a good night kiss on the cheek, and she had not gone on any dates in the past month and a half. She also was running out of money, and afraid to ask her parents for more. She had already taken most of her savings account money and used it to pay for part of the tuition. She worked less and less hours at the job she hated, and had made the mistake of going on too may shopping trips with her new girlfriends. Most of the girls were well off compared to Kristy, and in her effort to fit in she had racked up close to a thousand dollars of credit card debt already.

All of these events had now lead her to this; an interview at Kittens, a notoriously sleazy strip club. Kittens was almost an hour's drive away from campus, and Kristy hoped that she would never run into anybody she knew. With her debt piling up and bills to pay, she knew that the $6.50 an hour the library was paying wouldn't cut it anymore. She had tried to get a job waiting tables, but those jobs were in high demand around campus, and she didn't have enough experience to work at the more upscale restaurants that had positions available. Kristy was still a bit naive, but she wasn't dumb. She knew that strippers made good money, and after a few days of debating, she decided to give it a shot. Had she done more research, she might have been able to find a more "respectable" line of work at a Hooters type joint, but the only strip club she knew about was Kittens. It was now 5:15, and she over 30 minutes late was a little bit late for her interview. She got out of the car and headed towards the Kittens front entrance. Upon walking in, she noticed the few customers in the place immediately stare at her. She had little makeup on, and was dressed in open sandals, white capri pants and a blue cut-off top that exposed a little bit of belly. Her hair was in a pony tail; she had tried to dress "cute" for today, but she had a bad feeling that she might need to be more than cute, and had brought along a duffel bag with her.

There were only two girls dancing and they looked very uninterested. Both were pushing 30, topless and wearing thongs. Their fake tits were obvious. Quickly walking to the bar and avoiding eye-contact with anybody, she approached the bartender. Nearly whispering, she tried to get his attention. "Uh, hi I've got a interview with Larry Stone, I'm a little bit late". The bartender looked her over briefly, then reached for the phone and muttered a bit. "Over there, move back the curtain, first door on your right" said the bartender as he went right back to work.

Kristy made her way past the tacky curtain and found the office door. She knocked twice then pushed it open. She found a nearly empty office, with a sofa, desk, pictures of naked women on the wall, and a middle- aged balding man behind the desk. "Hi, I'm Kristy, we talked on the phone earlier about coming in for an interview", she said shyly. The man sitting at the desk looked up from his newspaper. "You're late", he said. "I'm Larry, and I run this place. Can't be late if you want to work for me. Let me see your drivers license". "I'm sorry," Kristy said as she handed it over and took a seat on the worn out sofa against the wall.