Page 13 of Dance for Me

Jazz cocked her head to the side. “Oh, well… you really should,” she laughed.

“Do you dance?” Vanessa asked. “I mean, up on stage,” she quickly added to her question.

“I used to. But I’ve been here the longest out of the girls, so Jack promoted me to manager.” Vanessa nodded and then scanned the area around them again.

“Listen, I can see it written all over your face hon, that you’re terrified. But it’s not that bad.” Jazz paused to give her a smile. “We know what people might think of us, but it pays the bills and besides, they’re just breasts, men have seen them before. Just like we have seen the male genitalia.” Vanessa couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Jazz was nice and funny, which made her calmer.

“So, I’ll be your go to girl. You need anything, you contact me. Unless a costumer is giving you any trouble, then you go to Jack.”

That made Vanessa uneasy.

“Trouble? Does that happen a lot?” Vanessa asked nervously.

Jazz gave her a comforting touch to the arm. “Sometimes, when you mix alcohol with horny men, it could get a little messy. But trust me honey, you're perfectly safe. Jack takes good care of us.”

They walked out of the dressing room and Jazz waved her finger to her. “By the way, you look hot hon. Great ass, the customers are gonna eat you up… figuratively speaking of course,” Jazz said.

“Ha.” Funny, she sarcastically thought.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” they walked back to the where the VIP room was and next to it were stairs. “Upstairs, that’s Jack’s office.”

Vanessa followed the stairs with her eyes out of curiosity. The steps flowed upward and then rounded at the top. Lined with black walls.

Jazz leaned in and whispered. “But I would suggest you knock first. Sometimes Jack likes to have clients up there if you know what I mean.”

Vanessa felt a twinge of jealously at the thought. She wasn’t sure why she did, it wasn’t like she knew the guy. To her, he seemed like an arrogant man who must have a fascination with naked women. So, who cares who he messed around with, it shouldn’t affect her, right? Besides, he was now her boss, so there was that, too.

Jazz clapped her hands together. “Okay! So, any questions?”

Vanessa swallowed and looked at Jazz with wide eyes.

“Look, we’re like a family here and I think you will fit right in.” She gave Vanessa another one of her million-dollar smiles. She definitely liked Jazz, even after just such short period of time. “Well, how about you have a seat at the bar and Owen will hook you up with something to drink. The girls will be getting here soon.”

Vanessa sat down, just like Jazz had suggested, in one of the black swivel stools. They were more cushiony than she would have thought.

Owen was still organizing his station, along with rearranging the liquor bottles. “So, what will you be having tonight miss?” He flashed her his million-dollar smile.

“How about just a glass of wine please.”

“Coming right up.” He pulled a wine bottle from the bottom cabinet and opened it with an electronic wine opener.

“That’s fancy.” She definitely needed to get one of those.

He handed her the glass and replied, “That it is.” He swung a towel over his forearm and leaned against the back counter. “So, how did an innocent thing like you end up getting hired as a stripper?”

She took a bigger sip of her wine then she intended. “Is it that obvious?”

Owen winced and then nodded his head. Vanessa let out a sigh. “Well, I don’t exactly wanna get evicted anytime soon. My bills will be piling up.”

He let out a whistle. “Damn. Well you don’t have to worry about making the money here. Especially with that face. Even on a slow night, it’ll be enough to pay your rent and then some.”

Vanessa was happy to hear that. After all, if she was going to lose her dignity, she wanted to be able to make up for it. So, getting paid to take your top off in front of strangers, sure. Going from fashion designer to stripper in a matter of weeks, she couldn’t wait to add it to her resume.

A set of heels sounded from behind her and then the clunking stopped. She heard a snap of fingers. “Owen, pour me my usual, I’ll be in the dressing room.”

Vanessa caught a glimpse of the woman as she did her strut past her. The not so pleasant scent of an overly powered perfume made her want to gag. The woman was taller than her, but not too much. Killer set of legs and long flowy, blond hair. She walked with attitude or confidence, not sure which one. Maybe it was both.

As soon as she closed the door to the dressing room, Owen looked at her. “That’s Trixie, she’s our lil’ ray of sunshine,” he bit out sarcastically and Vanessa chuckled. “She thinks just because she’s screwing our boss, that she holds a higher ranking here.”

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