great reviews online from women as well as men. And so I found myself there looking around trying to figure out if I could put my years of gymnastics lessons to good use on the pole and make enough money to save myself from ruin.
I might’ve been a bit sheltered, but I was a damn good student, so I did my research before walking in the door. I wasn’t ready to audition tonight, I just wanted to make sure it seemed like a safe place to work if I was going to seriously consider it. I hoped checking it out at lunch time meant I’d spend less and have the chance to talk to some of the girls without being out a couple hundred bucks like I would be if I came at night. I was surprised to see so many people inside. I didn’t really know what I expected, but it wasn’t what I found.
The place was relatively luxurious from what I could tell with the dimmed lights. It was clear where they wanted your focus since the stages were very well it, and my eyes were drawn to the biggest stage as the hostess walked me to a table. I blushed as I realized I was the only single girl in the room other than the dancers. My bikini-clad waitress was cute with long brown hair, light brown eyes and a decent body. She seemed nice enough since she took good care of me while I was there, helping me fend off guys who asked if they could join me.
After a couple hours had passed, I decided that if I was going to strip then this was the place to do it since guys apparently came here to spend money based on what I’d seen and learned. I wished it wasn’t an entirely nude club, but if I wanted to make enough money to pay for school then I’d have to take drastic measures. At least the lap dances I’d seen were only topless.
“Can I speak to your manager,” I asked the waitress as I paid my bill.
Her friendly smile fell from her face. “Was there a problem?”
“No, nothing like that,” I assured her. “I was hoping to ask about an audition.”
“Figures,” she mumbled under her breath before giving me a death glare and walking away.
I watched her as she walked up to a blond guy dressed in black slacks and a grey button-down shirt over by the bar. He glanced my way before nodding his head and coming over.
“Hey, babe. I’m Brian,” he greeted me. “Candy says you’re interested in dancing?”
I took a deep breath to gather my courage before answering. “Yes. Are you hiring?”
His eyes shot down to my chest, and I could practically feel him mentally undressing me. “We’re always hiring. You ever strip before?”
“No,” I replied. “But I’ve danced a bit. I used to be a gymnast.”
His eyes lit at my response and moved down to my legs like he was trying to figure out exactly how flexible I was. I’d seen that look before from guys in school before I quit gymnastics when things got really bad for my mom.
“A gymnast, huh?” he asked with a smirk on his face. “I think we can work with that. Come in tomorrow morning at ten, and you can audition for me.”
I didn’t remember much after that except for thinking that I was an idiot. “ Was I really going to strip for this guy?”
Chapter 2
Morgan
B eing the owner of an upscale strip club meant I spent my days surrounded by high-class pussy. I made it a rule never to fuck where I work, much to the dismay of many dancers who were hired on in the hopes of working their way into my bed. I hadn’t met one yet who made me want to break my number one rule—you don’t shit where you eat.
All that changed the second I laid eyes on her. When I’d decided to stop by the club this morning to surprise Brian, little did I know that I was the one who was in for the shock of a lifetime.
“Who the fuck is that?” I demanded, glaring at my manager as I gestured angrily at the tiny brunette stretching on the stage.
Dark brown hair flowed down her back in waves, swaying with each movement she made. She was maybe a few inches over five feet, but despite her height, she still
I might’ve been a bit sheltered, but I was a damn good student, so I did my research before walking in the door. I wasn’t ready to audition tonight, I just wanted to make sure it seemed like a safe place to work if I was going to seriously consider it. I hoped checking it out at lunch time meant I’d spend less and have the chance to talk to some of the girls without being out a couple hundred bucks like I would be if I came at night. I was surprised to see so many people inside. I didn’t really know what I expected, but it wasn’t what I found.
The place was relatively luxurious from what I could tell with the dimmed lights. It was clear where they wanted your focus since the stages were very well it, and my eyes were drawn to the biggest stage as the hostess walked me to a table. I blushed as I realized I was the only single girl in the room other than the dancers. My bikini-clad waitress was cute with long brown hair, light brown eyes and a decent body. She seemed nice enough since she took good care of me while I was there, helping me fend off guys who asked if they could join me.
After a couple hours had passed, I decided that if I was going to strip then this was the place to do it since guys apparently came here to spend money based on what I’d seen and learned. I wished it wasn’t an entirely nude club, but if I wanted to make enough money to pay for school then I’d have to take drastic measures. At least the lap dances I’d seen were only topless.
“Can I speak to your manager,” I asked the waitress as I paid my bill.
Her friendly smile fell from her face. “Was there a problem?”
“No, nothing like that,” I assured her. “I was hoping to ask about an audition.”
“Figures,” she mumbled under her breath before giving me a death glare and walking away.
I watched her as she walked up to a blond guy dressed in black slacks and a grey button-down shirt over by the bar. He glanced my way before nodding his head and coming over.
“Hey, babe. I’m Brian,” he greeted me. “Candy says you’re interested in dancing?”
I took a deep breath to gather my courage before answering. “Yes. Are you hiring?”
His eyes shot down to my chest, and I could practically feel him mentally undressing me. “We’re always hiring. You ever strip before?”
“No,” I replied. “But I’ve danced a bit. I used to be a gymnast.”
His eyes lit at my response and moved down to my legs like he was trying to figure out exactly how flexible I was. I’d seen that look before from guys in school before I quit gymnastics when things got really bad for my mom.
“A gymnast, huh?” he asked with a smirk on his face. “I think we can work with that. Come in tomorrow morning at ten, and you can audition for me.”
I didn’t remember much after that except for thinking that I was an idiot. “ Was I really going to strip for this guy?”
Chapter 2
Morgan
B eing the owner of an upscale strip club meant I spent my days surrounded by high-class pussy. I made it a rule never to fuck where I work, much to the dismay of many dancers who were hired on in the hopes of working their way into my bed. I hadn’t met one yet who made me want to break my number one rule—you don’t shit where you eat.
All that changed the second I laid eyes on her. When I’d decided to stop by the club this morning to surprise Brian, little did I know that I was the one who was in for the shock of a lifetime.
“Who the fuck is that?” I demanded, glaring at my manager as I gestured angrily at the tiny brunette stretching on the stage.
Dark brown hair flowed down her back in waves, swaying with each movement she made. She was maybe a few inches over five feet, but despite her height, she still
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