Page 7 of Dance for Me

Stopping directly in front of the bouncer, she introduced herself. “Hi, my name’s Vanessa and I have an interview with Jack,” she paused before adding, “Well, sort of.”

He took all of her in, starting with her breasts, then moved down to her legs. He smiled, more like a sneer. “Jack should be in his office.”

“Great, thanks.” She had no idea where his office was but she figured she would find it eventually.

She moved awkwardly around him considering his size. It also didn’t help that he refused to give her enough space, making it nearly impossible to sneak by without giving him a boob graze along the way. Sneaky man.

She eventually made it past, to where the music grew louder. The inside was remarkably clean and rich looking.

To the left was where the bar was with mirrors lining the back wall and a pink and blue tinted light shining overhead. She had to say, she was impressed. No death by murder basement that she could see yet. Always a good thing.

The bartender had on a vibrant blue colored suit and a pink tie, nice. The men that were sitting at the bar looked to be middle aged, like the ones who she saw walk in. Okay, so dress code, need to look like you’re attending a business meeting. As for the women, which there was maybe three that she could see, even had on tight fancy evening dresses.

A woman walked by carrying a tray of drinks. She was wearing a G-string bikini bottom and the smallest bikini top she had ever seen.

“Pardon me suga.” The woman winked at her, then headed to one of the tables. Vanessa stood there, wide eyed. Is that what he wanted to hire her for? No club that she had ever been at had waitresses who dressed like that.

A large stage was located in front with tall tables just below it. In the middle stood a smaller stage. But both stages had a metal pole dead center.

Okay, so apparently she was slow to start, but she had a clue what those poles were used for.

A woman strutted out on the stage with the start of the music, she undid the ties of her robe and let it drop to the ground. Then, she wrapped her long legs around that same iron pole and did an erotic and seductive dance. It was only seconds before she took off her bikini top and the men shouted. Vanessa felt a wave of nausea in the pit of her stomach. Yep, that just confirmed it.

“I’m in a fucking strip club.”

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