“As I said, I don’t know anything about that and I won’t discuss it with you again unless I catch you trying to turn tricks during working hours, in which case you’re fired.”
I felt another deep tingle in my pussy. This was so exciting. I was going to dance naked for a living and the thought of men wanting to pay to fuck me had me turned on beyond my wildest dreams. I was going to talk with this Suzy woman.
“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”
“We open at 8 and I want you out of the way by then. Come in at 6 and I’ll have one of the girls work with you.”
The next day was Saturday and I couldn’t wait to start my training. I’d tried on my g-strings and quickly decided to shave my pussy completely as it left very little to the imagination. I took great care in the shower to ensure that I was completely smooth and that the only hair on my body was my long blonde hair. My roommate had gone home for the weekend so I had complete privacy to study my body in the mirror. I was 5’7″ and average weight for my height. I had a little bit of extra fat on my body, but not enough to give me a tummy or a fat ass. My tits were firm c-cups and in the cool air my pink nipples stiffened up and stood out nearly half an inch. I looked as good as any of the girls who modelled in the porn magazines I’d drooled over.
I was at the club at 6 sharp and was met by a girl with raven black hair. She introduced herself as Yvette and she took me straight to have shoes fitted. The shoes were 4-inch stilettos and I knew that my biggest challenge would be to stay on my feet in those. On the plus side, they made my legs look really long and very toned. Max came half an hour before the club opened and he gave me some pointers to work on before the next evening. He also invited me to hang out in his office for a couple of hours that night and watch the other girls through the one-way mirror. I watched the girls performing on stage, alone and in pairs. I watched them dancing on tables, never once losing a garment, teasing the guests and enticing them to buy lap time as well. By the time I came back to my dorm that night my panties were soaking. I just had to pass my test the next day.
I worked hard all Sunday, trying to perfect the moves that Yvette had taught me, getting used to taking my clothes off and dancing in those shoes. On the Sunday evening Yvette worked with me for another hour and then I had to do a table routine for Max and a redhead woman. Max then asked me to do a lap routine for him and I could tell by his smile that I was about to pass. As a new girl I was offered Tuesday and Thursday nights to begin. Those were the least lucrative nights and thus least popular. As my reputation grew I’d be given weekend slots, but I had to work my way up to that. I knew it wasn’t ideal to be working on school nights, but by this time I was so turned on by the idea of being an exotic dancer that I couldn’t turn it down.
As the doors were about to open the redhead pulled me backstage and started fitting me for clothes. Each girl had a handful outfits that she could use each night as they would invariably get sweaty and have booze spilled on them.
“What do you want to be called?” she asked me.
“What’s wrong with Rosanna?”
“Nothing at all, but most girls don’t want anyone to know their real names.”
I thought about this for a while. “Call me Roxie.”
The redhead smiled. “That’s more like it. I’m Suzy, by the way.”
Suzy? “Err… Max told me to ask you about… uhm… other stuff…”
“Other stuff?” she eyed me suspiciously. “I only do the clothes at this club. That’s all.”
“But what about…” I started.
“Nothing else. Anything else would be illegal and I don’t do that.”
With those words she turned around and went back to work and I left the club for the evening. I hardly slept for the next couple of nights. I was nervous and excited about my debut. I’d been told that I’d only be doing private shows the first night and that I’d probably not be very busy as I wasn’t a well-known name. That was fine by me. I could tell from the training sessions that it was going to be hard work until my limbs got used to it. I got there half an hour before opening on the Tuesday and Suzy showed me how to do my makeup. She then took some photos of me wearing only my g-string and then she helped me into my clothes and took some more photos. Before I knew it my picture was plastered on the TV screens in the club along with the photos of the other girls on duty that night. My first outfit for the evening was emerald green and matched my eyes. It consisted of a miniscule skirt, a corset top, a bra and the g-strings. I was also wearing black stockings that stayed on with the g-strings.
I didn’t have to wait long for Max to come shouting my name. “Roxie. Big Ray has seen your picture and he wants a table dance. He’s one of our biggest spenders so you give him and his party a really long show. They’re at table 23 and Big Ray is the guy with the purple tie. Get this one right and you’ll be making a huge tip.”
My legs felt like overcooked spaghetti as I walked towards table 23. The club was only half full, but I could feel the eyes staring at me as I made my way to the table. The show on the stage had just ended and no other girls were dancing at that moment so I had everybody’s attention. This had to be good. As I approached table 23 I spotted the guy with the purple tie. He was very overweight and sweating profusely. Normally I would have been repulsed by him, but knowing that he was paying to see me naked made me feel that I had power over him. I started feeling horny and got into my role. I could see that he was sitting with his legs widely parted and I remembered something Suzy had told me. Instead of sitting down on the table and then slowly standing up I tried a much more risky mount. I put one foot between his thighs and used the leather seat as a step and hopped up on the table. Big Ray nodded appreciatively, I knew I had his full attention.