Chapter 4

“What you do with the customers on your own time is none of my business, but what you do here is my business.”

“So, as Chris Rock would say, there’s no sex in the champagne room?” I teased.

He laughed. “Exactly.”

We went over a few more rules, and he gave me a couple of sheets of paper outlining the various procedures he had for the dancers. By the time he was finished, I thought my head would explode. I still felt very hesitant and unsure of myself, but I was also excited at the prospect of trying this and the money that I could make. I waited semi-patiently for him to continue.

“Great. There’s only one thing left, then. You look great with your clothes on, but that’s not why people come here.”

“Of course,” I agreed. But he didn’t say anything else. He just looked at me like he expected me to say something else or... wait! He wants me to do something! I think he wants me to ... strip? “Oh, right,” I mumbled while taking a second to collect my thoughts. “So you want me to...”

“If you would, please. I have a lot to do today.” He nodded his head and spread his hands out in front of him as if to say Go ahead.

Yes, of course, you’re busy, and you don’t have time to waste on someone who can’t perform. I took a deep breath and managed to stand up. Okay. Girl, it’s now or never.

He picked up his smartphone and hit a few buttons and some rock songs that I’d never heard before started playing. As the singer sang about his love for Cherry Pie, my body froze. I wanted to move, I really did, but it was as if my limbs wouldn’t respond to my brain’s commands. Ten seconds went by as I just stood there, my hands on the back of the chair.

Tony sighed with exasperation. “Please tell me that this hasn’t been just a waste of my time,” he said sternly. He reached for his phone again, presumably to turn the music off.

“Wait!” I blurted out. Come on! We have to do this now, I thought desperately.

My hips finally swayed to the beat, and my body followed. I closed my eyes and said to myself, You’re in your room, dancing in front of the mirror like you’ve done a thousand times.

Slowly, I got into it, and I willed my body to react and move to the music. I moved my hands to my blouse and began sexily unbuttoning it from the top while erotically swaying my hips. I slipped the little top off and let it fall onto the floor. I opened my eyes and looked straight into Tony’s eyes, demanding he pay attention to me. While continuing to grind my hips seductively, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. With one hand, I saucily threw my bra at him; it hit his chest, and I used my arm to create a little hand bra that momentarily covered my breasts.

I loved the look of lust that was etched on his face. Slowly, I lowered my arm, which exposed my breasts fully to him. While I continued to gyrate my hips wantonly, I swayed my head from side to side. My hair flew as I shook my head to the hard beat of the music. I cupped my breasts for a few moments, teasing my nipples to full hardness, and I smiled sexily at him. In spite of his rough demeanor, he smiled. I’ve got him, I thought.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my tight little jean skirt, shimmying my hips side to side as I slowly lowered it down. I managed to get it over my sandals without falling down and then stood there in front of him, my hands on my hips in my Wonder Woman pose with just my black lace thong protecting me. Tony breathed in through his slightly open mouth, leaning forward slightly. Moment of truth, girl. Let’s cross that line.

I was terrified but also emboldened by the music and something else I couldn’t describe. I turned sideways to him so he could see my large breasts hang down as I bent over, sliding the thong down my legs. I turned away from him completely, showing him my firm round ass. In that hedonistic moment, it was as if all my inhibitions vanished. Do it. Show him how badly you want this. You can do it.

I leaned forward, put my hands on my ass cheeks, and pulled them apart so he could see my bare bottom; he could see everything. I spread my legs further apart, giving him a better view. Then, a wicked thought flashed through my mind, and without thinking, I just did it. I snaked my hand between my legs so that my fingers settled on my pussy, giving me a nice little tingle. Then I ran two fingers over the lips of my vagina, splitting them. Astonishingly, I was wet. Teasingly, I dipped the tips of my fingers into my pussy for a couple of seconds before quickly removing them. I turned my head to look at him again, but he was watching my hand, not my face. Then I pressed my index finger deep inside my pussy, soaking it. I turned to face him and slowly brought my finger to my lips. Just as the song ended, I looked deep into his eyes and sucked the secretions off my finger.

“Jesus Christ.”

I gave him a seductive but innocent smile. “So it was okay?”

“You’re hired,” he said breathlessly, “I’ll see you on Friday?”