Chapter 1

The day started and would end like any other day when I opened the strip club. Arriving at noon my cleaning lady Julia had finished the cleaning and gone over the last, and usually, the dirtiest place, the toilets, especially the men’s room always looked very bad. The ladies’ was OK, probably due to the fact that we didn’t get many female customers.

“Everything OK Julia?”

“Yes George, nothing special, I gave the boy’s room an extra sweep, why is it that they always manage to put the toilet paper with their spunk not in but next to the bin, or straight in the toilet where it belongs?”

“Too much to drink? Blurred vision after cumming? Not realizing or caring that someone will need to clean it up? I have no idea dear, toilet paper should indeed go in the toilet or the bin and not on the floor, maybe I should put up signs educating them.

“Yes putting up a sign might indeed be a good idea, George.”

“But aside from this, was there anything else out of the ordinary or worth mentioning?”

“No, nothing special today.”

“So you’ll do it again tomorrow?”

“Yes absolutely, as usual.”

“Excellent, I may be a bit earlier tomorrow as I have some administration to take care of.”

“No worries, I’ll be here bright and early as always.”

“Excellent, and thanks for taking such good care of the club Julia.”

She gave me a smile, we go way back, Julia and me, she’s been with me cleaning the club since it opened so many years ago. When I first saw her I thought she came to solicit for one of the positions as dancer/stripper, she sure as hell had the figure for it. When we got talking, I learned that she had done some serious bodybuilding and participated in numerous competitions in her home country Poland, but when she was urged to start taking powders and pills to build abnormally big muscles and refused she was systematically boycotted so she quit. She even had to flee the country, as this racket was regularly run by unsavory characters.

That’s how she ended up in our country, smart enough to do it on her own and not sign up with what I call people smugglers who bring a lot of Polish and Eastern European girls to our country promising decent jobs but then invariably end up in prostitution. When she arrived a little over 15 years ago, she was welcomed into the local Polish community and by some family members who’d come here sooner already looking for jobs and a better life, and was urged to learn our language so she could find a decent job and that’s how she ended up on my doorstep, applying for the job as a cleaning lady.

Because of the nature of my business, I didn’t want to work with an agency and have different cleaning ladies regularly. And although she was only supposed to come 4 days a week, I was prepared to employ a full-time cleaning lady and had put an ad to that effect in the local newspaper, and that’s how I got to know Julia and she became my faithful cleaning lady almost from the moment I opened the club some 15 years ago.

So the day started in a very regular fashion for me, checking the supplies, putting in orders for booze and snacks, and getting everything ready for opening. One, out of the ordinary thing I had on that day was a girl coming in to apply for a position as a performer. She told me that she would come at 1 pm to show me what she could do. The normal opening time of the club is 2 pm so she had an hour to convince me she was going to blow my customers away with her body and her performance.

At 1 the bell rang. I was pleasantly surprised, a girl that was on time, a rare commodity in these circles and one of my biggest frustrations. You quickly get angry customers when you open the club and you have no one to perform. After all, that’s why the punters come and pay good money, to ogle girls taking off their clothes and wrapping themselves around a metal pole showing off the most intimate parts of their bodies. If they only wanted to have a beer or a cocktail they would go to a different establishment.

At the prices, I charge for drinks, they expect to see bare tits, asses, and pussies, preferably nice ones. OK, they always get to see tits, as the girl or girls working behind the bar are always topless, but that’s just the short while when they order and pick up their drink or when one of the girls brings it to their table. I had not foreseen bar stools in front of the bar as I didn’t want men to distract whoever was attending the bar by trying to chat them up. After all, the sale of booze is where I make most of my money, so it’s very important that no mistakes are made there. There is a small cover charge upon entering the club, but that barely pays Joe’s wages, the bouncer I employ during opening hours.

So after hearing the bell, I let the potential new dancer into the club. At first glance, she looks good, with nice long reddish hair, one of the preferred hairdos for strippers. She wears a crop top, leaving her midriff bare, and a cut-off pair of jeans shorts showing off her very slender and long legs. At first glance, I don’t immediately see any tattoos or piercings, excellent, but yeah you never know what will be revealed when she starts to undress.

“Welcome to my club, Maya, was it?”

“Yes, Maya.”

“I presume that is not your real name but a stage name?”

“Indeed it is, do you need my real name as well?”

“Only if I employ you, dear, that’s a legal requirement, for the contract. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“OK.”

“What I do need to see right now is some sort of ID, making sure you are over 18.”

“Oh but I’m 20, so there will be no problem there.”

“Wonderful, but I do need to verify it anyway, I don’t want to get into trouble with the law.”

A bit reluctant she handed me her ID card knowing I could not only see her birthdate but also her real name. She was indeed 20 as she claimed and I couldn’t help myself taking a quick look at her name as well. Tabitha Bell, maybe she was ashamed about her given name. Tabitha was more a name for a colored girl and she was absolutely not colored, in fact, from what I could see of her skin I would say she had a real British rose complexion, including the red hair and some freckles.

“OK Maya, you are aware of the kind of service we offer our customers?”

“Euh, I guess, stripping, dancing, public and private, and also maybe a bit more?”

“When with a bit more you mean do we allow our girls to offer sexual services, no, we don’t, we have a separate area for the dancers to perform a lap dance, but we don’t have any rooms for intimate encounters. If that is what they want to engage in they have to do that off the premises.”

“I’m glad you don’t, most clubs do offer that, but that is not something I want to engage in, I love to dance and show off my body, even one-on-one, and I don’t mind if they do some groping but I don’t want to do any more intimate stuff.”

“Excellent, I’m glad we understand each other. Do you have your own music adapted to your own routines, or do you dance to any music the DJ puts on?”

“No I have my own music, I’ve got it on a stick is that possible?”

“Of course, I don’t need a DJ to make that work, would you like to show me then what you can do, one or more of your routines?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need to put on a different costume?”

“No, I found out that when I wear normal daily clothes and get undressed it gets me more and bigger tips, I hope we can accept tips being slipped into our clothes?”

“Yes of course.”

“Starting from normal clothes makes it look real, maybe a bit like those girls that do Naked News on the internet.”

“I think with that attitude you will fit in perfectly, most girls start their routine dressed as if they would be out on the street, or sometimes even working in an office some do have fancy costumes as well.”

“OK, if you want you can put the music on so I can start, and I too have a few fancy costumes I sometimes use.”

I got up while Maya walked to the stage in the middle of the room. I had no idea what kind of music she had on that stick, I was expecting something from one or other modern rock band or this heavy metal stuff, but I must say I was pleasantly surprised when I heard music coming out of the speakers I recognized as the theme from the movie Bilitis from David Hamilton, the famous photographer, specialized in erotic photos of young girls.

Maya began to sway to the music, her arms high up in the air, showing off her lite body, I even thought I sometimes saw a hint of underboob. She then began to caress herself in a very suggestive way, her hands going over her bare midriff and her still covered-up boobs. She also started to play with the metal pole in the middle of the stage. It became quickly clear this girl knew how to handle a pole. She climbed up the pole and when at the top, she bent one leg around it and slowly let herself slide back down. That was only the beginning, within the shortest time, she was hanging upside down, did a split holding on to the pole with her hands between her legs. She was using the full 11,5 feet height of the pole, and the whole stage playing up to me like the girls usually do to receive tips put between the elastic of their panties. To make it real I had taken a seat right next to the stage like the punters usually do.

After a good 10 minutes of performance on the pole, she began to take some of her clothes off. First, the crop top she was wearing, taking ample time to reveal the nice bra she was wearing underneath, so I must have been wrong in thinking I saw some underboob earlier. Then the jeans shorts followed, leaving her in a very beautiful lingerie set showing off her nice rounded tush. Dressed like that she did another 5-minute routine on the pole, now being able because she had lots more nude skin, to perform some more daring moves. She really built up to the first movement of truth, the unveiling of the boobs. They were stunning, beautifully sticking out of her chest. I think she threw her bra in my face to make me check her size, an 85C European, or 38C American, nice size, not too big, just perfect for this job!

Her areolae and nipples were rather light-colored, like her skin, which had some freckles, not really heavy mind you but just enough to make her look really British in combination with the red hair. I wondered if she was going to deliver the proof of being a real ginger. Two minutes later I hoped she was going to put me out of my misery when she removed her panties. Only there was no proof as she was nicely shaved or waxed and completely bald. She did have a textbook pussy though, two full pussy lips showing a neatly closed slit in the middle no inner lips visible. What I adored most of all was that she had no tattoos or piercings whatsoever. The most perfect natural body you can imagine. Admiring her nice behind I was certain that when you would throw a tennis ball against that bottom it would bounce right back.

When she had finished she put her hands on her hips making a curtsy, followed by a little air kiss, as Marilyn used to do. I applauded like an audience would normally do. She quickly picked up her clothes and put the top and jeans back on, not bothering with the underwear coming down from the stage.

As I could see she was sweating after such a performance, I had a bottle of water at the ready for her, which she accepted thankfully.

Where did you learn all that?”

“Oh here and there.”

“Do I detect a classic training?”

“Yes, you did.”

“Why didn’t you pursue a career in classical ballet then?”

“I did for a while, but then I had an accident and I couldn’t do pointe work anymore, and that was it. So I changed to burlesque, which allowed me to use all of the other things I had mastered without having to dance on my toes.”

“You clearly don’t have any problem with the nudity?”

“No, I’m very proud of my body and if I can make it work for me, showing a bit more skin, after all, in modern ballet, there is also a lot of nudity these days, I even performed for a while in the ballet group of Jan Fabre.”

“Yes I know him, he is very controversial, there was even a bit of a scandal brought forward by the MeToo movement.”

“Yes, but I left the company well before that, I never experienced anything inappropriate, but it didn’t pay very well, so I went looking for something that would allow me to live a decent life.”

“And is that why you came here?”

“Yes, I read the reviews of the club and they were good, so I guessed you employed a better class of dancers and not girls who just take their clothes off and make money on the side fucking the customers.”

“Yes, I pride myself in employing only top-class performers, like yourself I may add.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it, your show was absolutely breathtaking, combining beauty, strength, flexibility, and nudity. And if I may add, you do look stunning. When can you start?”

“Wow, you mean you want to employ me?”

“Yes, by all means, I think you will draw big crowds, you are definitely as good if not better than my current star performer Rose.”

“I saw pictures of her in the box in front, she is very beautiful, I can imagine that she is your star attraction.”

“So I guess if you need to draw up a contract of employment you will need my real name.”

“Yes, I will Tabitha Bell.”

“You read my ID card!”

“I’m afraid so darling, but I don’t see why you wanted to keep your name a secret.”

“Come on, do I look like a Tabitha? That’s the name of the witch in my mother’s favorite series Bewitched.”

“Well, The name was common in 18th century New England and became very popular again in the 1970s and 1980s in the States, probably due to indeed the 1960s TV series. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“How long do you want to perform here and how many days a week, we are open for business Wednesday through Saturday from 2 pm to 2 am. I expect the dancers to at least do an 8-hour shift with two half-hour breaks, to be arranged amongst themselves. I want at least one performer, from 2 pm to 5 pm and from midnight to 2 am. The other times I want a minimum of 3, but preferably 4. If you join us there will be 6 performers in total, so it won’t be too strenuous.”

“That sounds reasonable, I would go for the 4 days and I won’t mind the first month to do the afternoon or graveyard shift, when there are the least number of punters, 2 or 3 times per week. What concerns the total employment time, if I like the other dancers, I’ll go for an open-end contract with after the initial 3 month period a 3 months’ notice if I want to leave or you want to fire me.”