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David Carnival, or better known by his stage and performing name, Chance, is a student attending Alabama University with the intent of becoming a lawyer. With scholarships, student loans and a hundred dollars of his own money in his pocket, David breezed through his freshman year, only to succumb to inflation, a downtrodden economy, and the pulling of several of his legitimately earned financial aids. Unable to find a suitable job, or even a gig flipping burgers, David was forced to stop attending the University, and for the following year, lived with a friend in an apartment and did whatever odd job he could find.
While one day working out at the gym, something he had picked up to fill his spare time, (which, being unemployed and out of school, was a LOT of time) David was approached by the owner of the gym and offered a job becoming a personal trainer. The tiger eagerly and instantly accepted, glad that he had at least found something to do, and began to put away money to get back in school.
The night that changed his life, however, was closing time one late January evening as he and his fellow trainers started to pack their bags and head out. The tiger was just stepping out the door when he was called back by one of his closer friends amongst co-workers, a doberman by the name of Demarcus.
"Hey, Dave, I been wondering somethin'."
"Shoot."
"You got a lady, man? You're here all day every day, it feels like, and I've never seen you at the bar with anyone besides us."
"Oh.. Well, no, not exactly. Truth be told, its something that hasn't even been on my mind in a long time. I went to school to become a lawyer, and there were a few parties, but I was pretty focused on getting my degree and I just... Never met someone."
"Shit, dude. How long has it been since you got laid?"
"Uh... Well. Almost two years, I guess it'll be now."
"FUCK man! Fuck that shit dude, we're goin' OUT tonight."
And before the tiger could protest, Demarcus had dragged David to every strip club, bar, club, and party he knew of. Every night it was somewhere different and someone new to flirt with, to dance with, to drink with. Although the tiger was apprehensive at first, he slowly became accustomed to both boys and girls approaching him to admire his stature, which, to be frank, was massive.
Another year passed, David having become the manager of the gym, and with finally a significant amount of money saved, could almost afford to get back into school. He continued his nightly shenanigans with Demarcus and a few others, having picked up a merry band of friends over the course of the last year.
The gym closed down.
"So how have things been?" Demarcus asked from across the bar, having become it's nightly tender of one of the bi-sex strip clubs they had frequented after losing his job at the gym.
"Its... Rough, man. I was so close. I almost had enough money to afford another two semesters... And then I realized it wouldn't have mattered. There was no way I could afford anything past that. I'm still paying off the student loan I barely was able to use."
"Listen, Dave. I'm your bro, right, so you gotta listen to me here. This joint is hiring."
"Oh? No way. Bar tender gig, waiter, whats up? If there's a job, I'll do it."
"Heh. Not exactly... Now hear me out, man. The club just lost their male lead, you know him, that beefy wolf type... And they need someone like him to fill the spot."
"Me? A stripper? Are you fucking crazy? Why in the world would I wa-"
"Six figures, dude. He told me himself."
Though reluctant, the tiger finally agreed to apply for the job. A year of clubbing, watching, dancing with strangers and talking to strippers had given David a surprising amount of know-how and talent, and he easily beat out the other applicants.
So, David Carnival became Chance, the male headliner of Fridays, Saturdays and Wednesdays at the Black Cherry adult entertainment venue, and word quickly spread around. His physique and size impressed and coerced men and women alike, and the no-touching rule was violated almost hourly in the back room during private dances.
To make an already long story a little shorter, five more years went by, leaving David Cardinal with both a law degree and a very well paid escort service, known nation-wide for it's very busy, though very attentive owner, Chance.
Art by Cursemarked, used with permission.