"You ever dance before?" I asked her, checking her ID.
"No, just in the specialty club," she replied.
"Specialty club?"
"Kind of a fetish scene thing."
"Ah," I said, not really wanting to probe much more.
"Yeah, I like it when I get an audience of men. Women are fun, too, but men watching me really is the best."
I handed her back her license and noticed she had a bit of a smirk and a raised eyebrow like she was hoping I'd take the bait. Even though I hadn't had sex in a good three weeks, I wasn't going to fuck up my job by flirting with the new girl. So instead I just gave her the standard spiel about how we'd put her up for two short songs, how I'd announce her, asked her to choose some music, and sent her on her way to the dressing room to do some makeup and change into an outfit she felt comfortable in. Then, since the owner wasn't in, I went up to Annie the bartender, and let her know we had an audition. Since it was early afternoon, there were probably only about 30-ish people in the bar, mostly the blue-collar guys who worked early shifts, and the unemployed, so it would be low pressure for her.
I'd been the manager at Sassy's for about a year, a position I walked into because my ex-squeeze and good friend Nikki was the lead bartender on the weekends and she recommended me. I'd been working in bars for a few years, but managing a strip bar was a new one for me at first. Luckily I'd had a girlfriend when I first began, and I wasn't a big fan of the places in general. Regardless of how many guys seemed to think it was the best job on earth (and came up to tell me, and tell me, and tell me some more), the reality was it was work, with just as much annoyance as any other job. Luckily here I was in less chance of getting in the middle of a fight with some overly aggressive douchebag jocks from one of the colleges, which was a far too frequent occurrence at my last bar that was right by UW. I could handle myself just fine, but given the choice between ducking blows and bottles or dealing with overly-dramatic insecure women, I'd take the latter.
Plus, truthfully, it wasn't really hard overall. I did the schedule, the till and money, made sure booze and food were ordered, and did three shifts a week as the DJ. Occasionally I could even bring a schoolbook and peruse it behind the booth on slower days. However, I was hyper-careful when it came to the ladies, and of my handful of occasional friends with benefits, only two had ever come from the bar. As my friend Brent (who'd been bouncing in that bar for years) always liked to say, "It only takes two girls to fuck up your life." While there was no rule against sleeping with them--and god knows there were more than enough who were willing to give a good-looking guy a tumble--the boss didn't like drama. It was easier to just say no, unless I knew the woman was able to keep her mouth shut.
After about 15 minutes, she came back, and I went over things with her quickly. She wanted to go by Mary, which was her real name, and I asked her if she was really sure about that. She smirked when she replied she'd never remember a stage name, and she wasn't even remotely worried about dealing with creeps. I shrugged, confirmed her music choice, and put her on the rotation for two girls ahead, then went back to the dressing room and informed the ladies that I'd be sneaking an audition into the rotation.
When I returned to the booth, her back was to me, and I had more of an opportunity to take her in. Her frame was a bit skinny, but she had an adorable little butt along with cute little hips and slender, toned legs. Her skin was milky pale, with a generous but not overly heavy smattering of freckles on her face and body, and her breasts were a small handful, probably a large B, perfect for her frame. Her red hair went down a few inches past her shoulders, with a very tiny wave that women typically tortured their hair with crimping irons to get. However, it was her face that was the real draw, with incredibly bee-stung lips and eyes so large and blue they almost seemed impossible. I noticed that her "makeup" consisted of nothing more than some mascara, the smallest amount of eyeliner pencil, and a very natural lipstick, which was a real contrast to some of these ladies who piled it on. She had this quiet sexiness that made you want to lean in, and I already knew that I was going to hire her unless she was absolutely repulsive and awkward on stage.
We chatted a bit back and forth, and finally, it came time to get her on stage. I announced her up as an audition, using my best cheesy MC lines about how she had never been onstage before, needed some support, blah blah blah, and watched as the dudes slowly perked up, even old Bill at the end of the bar who seemed to hate everything. As a few people slid into the stage seating and put out some money, I started in the music she wanted, and she began to move. And goddamn, could this girl move. Her body undulated with perfect timing and rhythm, her torso moving in a wave as she grabbed the pole and slowly moved around. While it was obvious she had never done this kind of dance before, she could definitely dance. As she spun around, getting more comfortable, she lifted up a bit off the ground and then came down in a perfect split, rolling her hips a bit and then glancing over her shoulder at a couple of the guys. I saw them entranced and knew she could play the crowd. Then, she glanced my way, not too long, but long enough to give me a look that clearly spoke of lust and more. While I normally went for curvy queens, she was so fucking sexy I seriously felt my cock inflate rapidly just from that look.
I tamped my reaction down and ignored it, knowing that it likely just meant she was into the role (plus the aforementioned reasons for abstaining from pissing in the well from which I drink), and I cued her into the next song, then went over to Annie. She didn't even elaborate much, as she was hustling out a couple of beers, and just said "Yeah, absolutely." I then quickly went back to Evan the cook to see if he could cover for me in the DJ booth for a few minutes while I went through things with her, and I finally went back over to the booth and queued her down and the next woman up. She quickly came over to me, still naked and carrying her clothes plus a wad of money she'd made onstage.
"Well?" she asked, a little flushed and breathing a bit rapidly.
"We're going to go ahead and hire you..." I began, cut off by her leaping to hug me as she planted one on my cheek and whooped near my ear.
"Easy there," I jokingly admonished, as I slowly backed her off me. "Go ahead and get dressed, then come back and we'll get you set up with paperwork and all that."
"Okay!" she beamed and started to walk back to the dressing room.
"Whoa! You need to get dressed before you go back there."
"What?"
"You can't walk across the floor naked like this. It's against the health code laws. You can only be naked on stage or in the private dance area."
"So I have to get dressed so I can get naked and change clothes in the back?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. Like I said, it's a health code law."
"Aww, but I don't wanna," she pouted. "My pussy's all wet from being watched and my panties will stick to me."
My cock inflated a bit again at that confession, and I brought my leg up to the stool so I could flex it and not have my work slacks give it away. "Okay, that's understandable, but unfortunately, it doesn't change anything. So please get dressed."
"Okay," she acquiesced and quickly threw on her top and panties. "See you in a bit," she said over her shoulder, smirking at me in her peculiar way.
Against my better judgment, I stole a peek at her backside as she made her way to the back room, and as I looked away, I heard a voice say. "Down boy." I looked up to see Nikki's familiar visage and grinned at her.
"Relax, I was just taking a peek. Means nothing."
"Please, I know that look. You used to give me it."
"What look, and when?"
"That is Mark's horny look, and usually right before you got my pants off."
"Whatever," I dismissed. "You here for your check?"
