"... try you out as a stripper."

"... this is a strip club, obviously, so with your body and personality, I think you'll be great." Caitlin froze. She'd accidentally agreed to do w-what? She'd let herself get sidetracked from trying to figure out a way back for this? "Although to start with, we'll probably have you out delivering drinks, we don't have to have you up on the stage or in the booths on your first night."

She didn't know how to respond, her mouth was opening, but no words were coming out. "It's good we ran into each other this morning, the usual waitress is off with a cold. It's been going around the staff, I don't actually do the day-to-day management at my clubs but the manager's out too."

Oh god, and now if she did back out, she'd be leaving him in the lurch. Guilt gnawed at the pit of her stomach... Well, if it'd leave George in the lurch, and it was just waitressing, how could she back out now? Instead, Caitlin **** a smile, "Well, alright, I can waitress. Is there a uniform?" If she wasn't on stage, how bad could it be?

"So in future, we'd probably expect sexier panties but it's fine," George explained as he led Caitlin through from the back. She could barely believe she was going along with this, she was balancing in 3" heels he'd given to her, but as to the rest of the uniform... she was wearing the pale blue panties she'd left the house in, but nothing else, her huge tits hanging on display for literally everyone to see.

The club was smallish and dimly lit, with a bar in one corner, and the main entrance behind a curtain in the opposite one. The rest of the room was encircled around a couple of runways and poles, which featured nude women gyrating as a handful of horny men threw banknotes at them. George led her up to a small crowd of gossiping women, two blondes and a brunette. All intimidatingly made-up and gorgeous, they were all fairly busty, albeit not to nearly the same extent Cait was and with some surgical aide on one of the two blondes. All were fully nude, and seemingly utterly unconcerned by it. "Hey, George, what's up?"

"Oh, this is our new start, Caitlin. Be nice to her. Carol, can you get her set up delivering drinks for now?"

The oldest blonde nodded, as the brunette flashed Caitlin a huge smile. "Oh wow, you must be barely legal. But look at those fucking things!" She reached out and grabbed Caitlin's tits, giving them a squeeze. "Fuck, all-natural. Girl, you're so lucky!"

Despite herself, Caitlin couldn't help but giggle. She supposed the flattery always went down well. And they were so friendly, so friendly that the first couple of hours almost went well! All she had to do was bring drinks over to tables from the bar, and put up with a bit of ogling and perving from the clientele. There was a strict no touching policy, and fortunately everyone kept to it, although one customer later on slipping a fifty into her panties and copped a feel of her arse as he did. Shocking herself, Caitlin just gave him a flirty wink and thanked him, bending slightly to press her ass into his hand before heading back to the bar.

It helped that she was fairly loaded again; every so often a few of the girls would line up at the bar and do shots. After the first couple, Caitlin was able to sink the tequila without coughing. "See, Milkers, you're learning!" laughed Deborah, one of her new co-workers. The nickname had stuck quickly, despite the fact Caitlin blushed every time she heard it, simply due to how much staggeringly bigger than any of the strippers here she was.

"It's almost a waste to have her on the floor."
"Yeah, Milkers, why not get up on the stage?"

Caitlin laughed nervously. "Come on, this is my first night!" she protested. Although it did seem tempting... there was a lot of money being thrown around, and she did enjoy the attention she was getting...