over her pierced belly button like this is all business as usual. “I don’t take on girls who don’t give men extra. Dancers are just foreplay, lap dances and extra work on the side is where the green is really made here.”
She looks over me again and I try not to squirm. I need to be nothing but confident, let that shit ooze out of my pores at her until she believes what I’m saying.
I was so careful in how I dressed myself for the interview. A low cut shirt, tiny jean shorts, and the biggest heels I could find on short notice. It’s not enough for her, she doesn’t seem impressed.
It’s fine.
The second I get on stage I can change her mind.
“You ever stripped before? You look… fresh. We don’t have time to be training newbies.”
I clear my throat. “I haven’t but I won’t need training. I have routines already and I have what it takes. I won’t get in anyone’s way, I’ll always be here on time, and I know how to keep my mouth shut. I’ll be a great addition, even without the extra duties.”
I force confidence into my voice, confidence I definitely don’t have. I know I can dance and the routines are sexy, something any club would want to have, I’m just not sure I can do it without puking my guts up in terror and shame.
I guess we’ll see.
My hands shake as I change into the thong and the pasties.
The laws here mean I have to keep those on while I’m dancing and that’s another reason this place is the right fit for me. I can’t fuck this up, not even a fucking little. I triple check the mirror before I step out of the locker room and find Speck waiting for me.
His eyes do a full sweep of my body and then he starts muttering under his breath to himself.
I pitch my voice low so he doesn’t hear the nerves as I ask him, “What? Do I not look like the other girls?”
He shakes his head and then motions for me to follow him. “You look a whole lot fucking better. If Diamond doesn’t hire you on the fucking spot I’m calling Tomi down here to get an eyeful of you. He’d put you on the books in a fucking heartbeat.”
Tomi.
That’s a weird sort of biker name.
“Does he control what happens around here?”
He walks me down the hall and over to the bar. Thankfully we don’t pass anyone and I get an extra minute to get my head straight.
“He’s patched in already and takes care of this place. Well, him and Rue but Rue would rather stick a fucking fork in his eyeballs then walk his ass in here. Coupla the girls are after him, makes it hard to come here without being fucking mauled.”
We stop at the bar to finish watching one of the other girls finish her dance. She’s really good at grinding and twirling around but she’s not a dancer. You can tell by the way she holds herself and that she’s just a little unsure on the platform stilettos covered in glitter and feathers.
My routine is going to wipe the floor with her.
Her ass is better than mine though.
“Is she one of them? I can’t imagine a guy saying no to her… not unless she’s an asshole.”
Speck grins and leans against the wall. “Is that your thing? You’re into girls and don’t want men getting close to you?”
Fuck.
Maybe I should say yes just to have that extra layer of security, but that feels so fucking wrong. “I’m just not interested. I want to dance, put food on my table, and do it all without some asshole trying to get something I don’t wanna give him.”
He nods and turns his attention back to the stage. “Rue doesn’t fuck strippers. Or biker bitches. If he comes down here you should just stay clear of him, he’s not the type. Fuck Tomi instead. He’s more than happy to try out the goods.”
Right.
So stay the fuck away from Tomi, got it.
“Like I said, I’m not interested.”
Speck shrugs like it doesn’t bother him either way, but then he pauses. “Whatever money the guys throw at you, leave it on the stage. Leave it for Diamond for tonight so she signs you on. Give her this one dance so she gives you a regular gig.”
I nod and let out a breath. If he thinks I can do this then I guess I’m fucking doing it.