bar.
“No , thank you, I’m fine,” I reply nervously.
“Ok ay, well, just let me know if you need anything,” he offers and continues putting away the bottles behind the bar. Just a few minutes later Megan appears in a pair of tight shorts and even tighter midriff bearing top; looking like she was just posing for some magazine.
Crap! Does this girl ever have a bad hair day or anything?
Brandon’s eyes never leave me while he stands trying to look busy behind the bar. I can’t help it there is just something about him makes me more than nervous. Well… to be perfectly honest he scares the living hell out of me.
Megan walks me around the place and explains the job in more detail. According to her, I will be required to wear a short black shirt, black high heels, and a tight black shirt with JAXX’S GIRLS written on the front. Since mostly this is a gentlemen’s bar, we are expected to wear our makeup more defined, and our hair always has to be down. Basically, I will be waiting tables downstairs unless I am requested or assigned to a customer in the VIP section upstairs.
“VIP clients usually request the girls , so that’s where the money is,” she explains. “Nothing inappropriate is allowed to happen here. Jackson is extremely strict on his rules with the customers. You are just to flirt and be attentive to the guys. They are not allowed to make physical contact with you in any way or speak to you suggestively. If this happens, you are to let him or one of the bouncers know, and they will take care of it. Jackson usually handles all of that himself. He wants this to be a clean place, even if it is more of a gentlemen’s club.”
“What about the dancing? Didn’t you say we have to perform on stage? I ask nervously. This is the part I am dread knowing about most.
“Oh , yeah, we rehearse a new routine twice a week. It’s usually simple and something sexy, but not too provocative. We all dance together on stage, usually around 10pm, and then we split those tips between us. The other tip money is all ours plus Jackson pays us very well. Trust me, you will do really well here,” she says. Suddenly, she jumps up on the stage and looks down at me.
I stare at the stage anxiously since this is the hardest part for me. It isn’t the same as the performances I used to do. It is exactly like going to a club, I tell myself.
I have no emotional investment in it. I can do this. I have to do this!
She senses my fears and has the guy in the back start some music over the speakers.
“Here watch me ,” she says as she sits a chair in the middle of the stage. She shows me a few basic moves around the chair, and within minutes I have picked up the entire routine. By the third time, I have the routine down cold. She smiles at me as we move perfectly timed together. When the music ends, I am startled to hear loud clapping coming from near the bar.
Brandon is whistling beside a tall blond man dressed in dark jeans and a gray shirt.
“Well done , ladies! Megan, who do we have here?” The tall handsome blonde says as he smiles at me.
“Jackson, this is the girl I was telling you about, Skylar Rose. Skylar, this is Jackson Stone, he owns the place.”
“Megan, you didn’t quite tell me what a find she is. I must say, Skylar, that performance… well… let’s just say you more than have a job here if you wish.”
“Thank you, sir. Ye s, I would really appreciate that,” I reply.
“Sir? Oh my , my, Megan, yes, I think you have outdone yourself with this one,” Jackson chuckles pulling me in to him. When he moves to the side I find the dark stare of Brandon’s eyes upon me. There is something dark about him, almost evil, and I can literally feel the hairs on my arm begin to stand. There is no way I ever want to be alone around this guy.
“Listen, Skylar, do you think you might be able to start tonight? I have a girl that’s out, and we have some special guests who have already reserved a spot
“No , thank you, I’m fine,” I reply nervously.
“Ok ay, well, just let me know if you need anything,” he offers and continues putting away the bottles behind the bar. Just a few minutes later Megan appears in a pair of tight shorts and even tighter midriff bearing top; looking like she was just posing for some magazine.
Crap! Does this girl ever have a bad hair day or anything?
Brandon’s eyes never leave me while he stands trying to look busy behind the bar. I can’t help it there is just something about him makes me more than nervous. Well… to be perfectly honest he scares the living hell out of me.
Megan walks me around the place and explains the job in more detail. According to her, I will be required to wear a short black shirt, black high heels, and a tight black shirt with JAXX’S GIRLS written on the front. Since mostly this is a gentlemen’s bar, we are expected to wear our makeup more defined, and our hair always has to be down. Basically, I will be waiting tables downstairs unless I am requested or assigned to a customer in the VIP section upstairs.
“VIP clients usually request the girls , so that’s where the money is,” she explains. “Nothing inappropriate is allowed to happen here. Jackson is extremely strict on his rules with the customers. You are just to flirt and be attentive to the guys. They are not allowed to make physical contact with you in any way or speak to you suggestively. If this happens, you are to let him or one of the bouncers know, and they will take care of it. Jackson usually handles all of that himself. He wants this to be a clean place, even if it is more of a gentlemen’s club.”
“What about the dancing? Didn’t you say we have to perform on stage? I ask nervously. This is the part I am dread knowing about most.
“Oh , yeah, we rehearse a new routine twice a week. It’s usually simple and something sexy, but not too provocative. We all dance together on stage, usually around 10pm, and then we split those tips between us. The other tip money is all ours plus Jackson pays us very well. Trust me, you will do really well here,” she says. Suddenly, she jumps up on the stage and looks down at me.
I stare at the stage anxiously since this is the hardest part for me. It isn’t the same as the performances I used to do. It is exactly like going to a club, I tell myself.
I have no emotional investment in it. I can do this. I have to do this!
She senses my fears and has the guy in the back start some music over the speakers.
“Here watch me ,” she says as she sits a chair in the middle of the stage. She shows me a few basic moves around the chair, and within minutes I have picked up the entire routine. By the third time, I have the routine down cold. She smiles at me as we move perfectly timed together. When the music ends, I am startled to hear loud clapping coming from near the bar.
Brandon is whistling beside a tall blond man dressed in dark jeans and a gray shirt.
“Well done , ladies! Megan, who do we have here?” The tall handsome blonde says as he smiles at me.
“Jackson, this is the girl I was telling you about, Skylar Rose. Skylar, this is Jackson Stone, he owns the place.”
“Megan, you didn’t quite tell me what a find she is. I must say, Skylar, that performance… well… let’s just say you more than have a job here if you wish.”
“Thank you, sir. Ye s, I would really appreciate that,” I reply.
“Sir? Oh my , my, Megan, yes, I think you have outdone yourself with this one,” Jackson chuckles pulling me in to him. When he moves to the side I find the dark stare of Brandon’s eyes upon me. There is something dark about him, almost evil, and I can literally feel the hairs on my arm begin to stand. There is no way I ever want to be alone around this guy.
“Listen, Skylar, do you think you might be able to start tonight? I have a girl that’s out, and we have some special guests who have already reserved a spot
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