Chapter 3

“Can I get you another beer, Sir?” I said while flashing the old man who was sitting in front of me another big, flirty smile. Not that it mattered in the slightest, but he was old enough to be my grandfather. The older ones always seemed to have more money anyway.

“I’d love that, darlin’,” he said in a thick Texas drawl. I watched as he overtly ran his eyes over my little white tank top. Then he ran his thick sausage-like fingers over my arm, and I shot him another sexy smile while gently running the tips of my fingers over his shoulder. It was a little flirtatious move that would get me at least a $20 tip when he finished his meal and settled his check.

“Coming right up, sweetie,” I said before turning and walking away. I didn’t even have to turn around and look because I knew his eyes were glued to my ass as I swayed my hips sexily and sashayed away. I could also sense dozens of eyes on me as I walked through the restaurant to the bar. The men’s and even some of the women’s eyes roamed over my body ... subtly gawking at my legs, my ass, and my breasts. I had to admit the truth: it was a huge turn-on, and it made me feel very sexy.

When I reached the counter, Carmen, the evening bartender, shot me a knowing smile. “I saw what you did back there; you’re straight-up devious, girl.”

“It helps with the tips,” I said while smiling brightly at her. And if I’m being honest, I do like the thrill I get knowing that these men like looking at me, that they are thinking about me.

“You’ve only been here ... what ... two weeks, and you’re already making better money than girls who’ve worked here for years.”

“You just have to know how to work them and give them what they want; it’s not really that difficult.”

What she said was true, though. I was taking home about $300 in tips each night. When I worked on the weekends, and it was really busy, and we were steadily turning tables, I got considerably more. I’d been issued a size-small uniform and worn it for a week. The customers liked it, but when I turned it in for an extra-small, my tips doubled, and I knew I’d made the right move. The smaller tank top helped push my large 34D’s upward and put just a little more of the tops of my breasts on display. Additionally, the ultra-tight shorts left just a bit of the bottom of my ass cheeks visible through the nude nylons; it was a bold move that the old men really appreciated.

After I brought the old guy his beer, it was time for my break. I ordered a hamburger, and once I’d received it, I retreated to the break room and sat down at the table. I was feeling a bit dejected, and I wasn’t sure why. I was making really good money, and I should have been satisfied, but I wasn’t ... I wanted more, but I didn’t know what.

Because I lived with my parents, I didn’t really have any bills, and I saved a lot of money. Once college started, I figured I would live at home, but I pondered the possibility of living in the dorms or maybe even being able to afford a small apartment of my own. The thought of being out on my own and being more independent was very appealing. I didn’t mind living at home with my parents, but there had to be more to life than this. It was a disturbing feeling. No matter how good I had it, I always wanted more, and I wasn’t sure why.

There was a large stack of newspapers on the break-room table, and almost unconsciously, I began thumbing through them. As I perused the classifieds, my eyes stopped at an advertisement that immediately caught my attention.

Wanted: Dancers
Excellent $$$
Flexible Hours
You Are:
Beautiful, Athletic, Flirtatious, Reliable
Contact: Tony, Manager, The Spearmint Rhino

Was this the ‘more’ I was looking for? I wasn’t quite sure yet. Wearing a skimpy little uniform when I waited tables was one thing, but what I was now considering was that I was in an entirely different league, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. Also, there were my parents to consider. They’d given me such a difficult time when I told them I was going to be working at Hooters. But this ... damn. I didn’t wear much at Hooters, but I did wear something. Working at a strip club? That would send them right over the edge.

I had the next two days off, and I spent the first day researching and reading articles about what it was like to dance in a gentlemen’s club. After reading a few testimonials from some of the girls who danced in the Dallas area, I realized it was hard work and very physically demanding. However, I was in very good shape, and I still hit the gym four to five times a week, either before or after my shift at Hooters. I also learned that it was possible to make well over twice as much dancing as I could waiting tables. If I could summon the courage to actually go through with it, I’d definitely be able to get my own apartment. Also, I reasoned that it might be possible to continue dancing even after classes started. I could dance on Friday and Saturday nights, the two busiest days of the week for a gentleman’s club, which would give me some extra spending money and even supplement the college fund that my parents had started for me. I also thought that if I didn’t like it, or if it ended up being too much once I was in college, I could always quit.

Would I really be able to do this? Could I take my clothes off in front of strangers? Could I ... show them everything? Maybe I could just go topless. Would that even pay the same?

I spent the entire day mulling everything over. I even made a list of pros and cons but quickly threw it away as I was stacking my answers in favor of going nude. Nude. Tens of people, maybe a hundred people, would be looking at me, all of me. I hated to admit it, but the thought made me tingle. I still wasn’t convinced this was the right move, but I felt confident enough to take the next step.

The next day, I stepped into the large, expansive space of the Spearmint Rhino. Even though it was just a little past noon, it was almost pitch dark inside because very few lights were on. There were three stages directly in front of me, and tables were set up all around them. Each stage had a tall pole in the center that was attached to the floor and the ceiling. The low light prevented me from really checking out the space. However, it appeared to be very clean. In all honesty, the place seemed pretty decent; I guess I was expecting it to be... tackier.