"Plastic stripper" part7 (Patreon)

 "...The club was dark and full of noise. She looked up at the elevated platform that the other strippers were dancing on. She watched transfixed for a moment as another equally as plastic brunette stripper rubbed a stripper pole between her legs and pulled down her top showing her two perfectly round fake bolt-on implants.

Tiffany looked away. She walked past other strippers who were serving drinks or looking for men to give lap dances too. They all looked incredibly fake and over sexualized. Tiffany had never assumed that strippers would be that plastic. She'd expected a few pairs of fake boobs, but not the level of plastic perfection these women seemed to be going for.

"Do all strip clubs have stripers that are... this, um attractive?" Tiffany asked Kitty. Tiffany had settled for attractive when she'd really wanted to say plastic.

"*giggile* Like no! We have the hottest strippers in the whole state! Our girls are as hot or like hotter then Vegas girls!"

"Oh, okay." Tiffany said. Then it was affirmed there was no way they'd hire her. Still she didn't want to be rude. She would follow Kitty to Frank and see what happened. Suddenly a stripper approached Tiffany from her right. The girl was African American and light skinned. Her hair was a light blonde and she was stunning. The stripper held a tray of drinks pressed to her big obviously fake tits.

"Would you like a drink sweetie? Free of charge."

"Actually I'm only 19." Tiffany sighed. She'd love a drink right about now actually.

"That's okay *giggle* I won't tell anyone."

"Well, I would but I'm on my way to talk to Frank for an interview."

"Oh! Don't worry! We can drink on shift here, Frank won't care if you have a little drink. Here I insist." the girl said. She grabbed a drink with her plastic long purple nails and shoved it towards Tiffany.

"Thank you." Tiffany smiled. She lifted the drink to her lips and then emptied her glass in a few swallows. The alcohol burned as it went down her throat..."