As a divorced, single mother who lives off my ex husband’s alimony, I don’t have to work and so I focus all my attention on doing chores around the house, taking care of my son, gardening, buying groceries, reading, singing, dancing. I also volunteer at the local cat shelter and I’m a member of the local book club. I have plenty of things to do but sometimes I feel my son doesn’t fully appreciate me. 

Recently my son suggested that I should go get another job so that I have something else to do. His exact words were: “Mom, go get a job so you don’t sit around and wait for me to fuck you.” My son has always talked to me this way. I know it’s very rude of him. He shouldn’t talk to his mother like this. I told him that but he wouldn’t listen. He is spoiled. I know. I’ve been told by others that I’m overindulgent, excessively permissive, and that my behavior is actually bad for my son. But I just can’t control myself. I have this urge to always put my son a pedestal. To be honest, I love worshipping my son like he is the man of the house. It’s really just in my culture honestly. He is the man, and I feel it’s natural for me to be submissive to him. 

Anyway, so my son works full time as a student in college. He is very smart and he goes to one of the best colleges in America. Recently he told me that he wanted to buy a new car for his upcoming 20th birthday and because I don’t have any income so I can’t buy it for him. Instead I told him to ask his dad, my ex, but he said: “It aint right that you leech off my dad all the time.”

His words hurt me. It made me feel worthless. I was a trophy wife when I married his dad 20 years ago, and I have never held a job for more than a year. I have worked as a waitress, a model, a receptionist, a medical assistant, a dance teacher, a private Japanese language tutor, a translator, I have done a lot of odd jobs, but I’ve never held a steady job, so I don’t really know what to do. 

That was when my son suggested that I work as a stripper. “There is a really popular strip club on the outskirt of the town and alot of my friends go there.” 

I told my son that it was very rude of him to suggest that to his mother, but then he said that I still got really good figures and I would make a lot of money in a very short amount of time. I won’t lie, I was extremely flattered when my son told me that. I always walk around naked in front of my son, and my son has used every opportunity to touch all over me, and I never stop him, because I figured, he is at the age when he is very curious about the female body, and I should expose myself to his gaze, his touch, his “inappropriate behavior” around me so he would have the venue to vent his sexual frustration. “It’s better to be me, his mother, than some other women who might hurt him.” That was my line of thought.

But I was really tempted. I feel I am still a very sexy woman. I used to do softcore porn and my exhusband and many of my FWBs, ex-lovers, ex-boyfriends and others have taken nude photography and videos of me. I am not ashamed of my body. I feel I can still compete with 20 year-olds, especially because I’m Asian. Asian women don’t age. 😊

I asked my son if he was serious. Does he really want his mother to work as a stripper? And my son actually said yes. He even said that he would be really proud of me, and, if he could, he would bring me to his school for show-and-tell, to show everyone his sexy Asian mother. I was blushing when he said that. I’ve been so lonely and my son is everything to me, and goaded, encouraged, tempted, I eventually made a decision that perhaps was unusual. 

I decided to audition to dance at this strip club on the outskirt of the town, as my son had suggested. But on one condition, that he had to accompany me to the interview. 

I was really nervous. I told him that he had to go with me, otherwise I wouldn’t go, because I would be too scared. My son had called me a fruitbag, but in some way, I’m just a classical Japanese woman. I have to rely on a man, any man, and if it has to be my son, well so be it. My son always make me feel so much more confident and when we walk together, I always wrap my arms against his and recline toward him like he’s my lover. In some way, I suppose, my son is like the lover that I never had. 

On that day I picked out my sluttiest outfit, a modified kimono lingerie that leaves my shoulder and chest completely bare, and the hem of the dress barely cover my buttcheeks. I was told to dress as sexy as possible for the interview, and so I did. I also wore my sexiest high heels, laced mesh bra and a pair of g-string panties. I modeled in front of my son and I could tell he was aroused, and it made me feel incredibly good to know that my son was aroused by my presence. 

Anway, so we got there super early. The strip club was 30 minutes from where we live. It’s located in a strip mall that sales liquor, sex toys, etc. It was early afternoon when we arrived and the only people at the venue were he owner and his assistant and that was it. I thought this wasn’t so bad. I was worried that there would already be other customers and it would make me nervous. 

My son and I were escorted into the main office and I sat in a chair in front of a desk while my son was sitting on the couch behind me, and the owner asked me a bunch of questions, age, ethnicity, height, weight, sexual experience, why you want to work here, etc. The most embarrassing part was the sexual history. My son was sitting behind me as the owner asked: “How many men have you fucked in the past year?” “Do you do oral?” “Ever done anal?” 

I tried to answer those questions as honestly as possible and the smirk on the owner’s face made me feel humiliated. I was also asked to show him my dance moves. Music was put on, and I showed him how I would dance using the chair as a prop. I was surprised that he didn’t have a stripper pole in his office.

At the end of the interview the owner told me to strip right there in his office. I was a bit nervous and he was shaking his head. He said, “if you don’t feel comfortable taking your clothes off in front of strangers, then what the fuck are you doing here?”

As soon as I heard I decided to strip. I didn’t want to disappoint my son. I took off all my clothes and stood completely naked in front of him and my son and to be honest I was extremely embarrassed so I used my hands to cover my tits and pussy and that was when the owner said, “Take your hands off your pussy and tits, mam. You are here to be a stripper. If you want to be shy, then just go home.”
Again, I didn’t want to disappoint my son so I did as I was told. I could see my son was blushing behind me. Then I was ordered to walk naked around the office, spread my legs, spread my pussy and ass, get on all fours on the floor, etc.

And the thing is, this owner was very demeaning and was ordering me like I was a pet. He could say stuffs like HEEL, SIT, SHOW ME, etc., commands that were used to train dogs. For example:

HEEL meant I had to crawl to his hip and had my face at his crotch. He patted my head too and I felt really embarrassed and I was told to “get used to it, because you will be a bottom bitch when you first start working here.”

SIT meant I had to sit on my heels and spread my legs and I was ordered to spread open my own pussy lips with my fingers.

SHOW ME meant I had to get on my feet, spread my legs as wide as possible, bend at the waist and thrust my ass out to show my pussy and ass. In this position my pussy must be all clearly visible from behind.

After going through several iterations of those commands the owner said, “now show me!” I was confused and I didn’t know what he meant and so I put my hands on the desk, spread my legs as wide as possible, and thrusted my ass out toward my son but that was when he spanked my ass with a notepad and he glowered, “No, that’s not what I meant. … Well you are going to be a stripper right, now show me how you dance for a customer. Why don’t you go home and practice on your son? Come back later when you are ready.”

I felt like I was making my son look bad because the interview wasn’t going well, so I decided to bring my A game out.

I strutted to the owner, rubbed my pussy and tits against his face. Then I got down on my knees and started to rub my face against his crotch until I felt his cock getting hard under his pants. As I was rubbing his cock, I also thrusted my ass up and down, like I was begging to be fucked. Once I noticed his cock was hard, I put my mouth on it. Then I got up and guided his hand to my pussy and I rubbed my pussy lips against his hands until I was on the edge of cumming myself.

That was when the owner peaked over my naked body, looked at my son and said, “You are such a lucky boy!” Then he said to me, “This is good, this is what you are going to do to all the customers.”

I asked him if I got the job and he said yes, and I was very excited. I thanked him and he said that I can start working as soon as today and he was about to show me the lobby where the strip poles were at. That was when I hesitated abit. The thing is, my son and I only have one car, and he had to go back to his classes, and so that meant I would be left alone at the place. I don’t go anywhere without my son, but then the owner threatened me once again, that if I can’t do it today, then he can’t guarantee the job to me, because he hasn’t seen me doing it on the pole yet. There was more training to come. I had to be able to work the pole, climb on it, gyrate, etc. and he said just because I used to be a dancer, doesn’t automatically make me a good pole dancer. “It’s harder than it looks.” He said. 

So my son had to leave me there at the strip club by myself and I had to practice pole dancing. As soon as my son left me, I became scared. I was completely naked, standing on the stage, and soon, the entire room would be filled with complete strangers. I wished my son was there.