A new experience

Over the next hour more guys come in, some seated at tables, some at the stage side counter, what Sugar calls "Gynecology Row", the seats right up against main stage. You're getting nervous, seeing only a few girls between you and your turn at a table. Your belly is fluttering with excitement, but your mind is trying to be sane and sober, the two battling for supremacy.

"Ok girl, I'm up. You're next. Once you're done, mingle with the guys. Best time to hustle them for a lapdance is when you're naked," Sugar says, giving you a pat as she rises and saunters to the stage. You hear the DJ's voice introduce her, and lose yourself in watching her sinuous dark skinned body writhe under the light. She has, as she claimed in the dressing room, a fine ass, and you find yourself admiring it as she performs.

"Get your head right, new girl," another dancer says to you. "You're up next." You nod at her, your anxiety making you bite your lips. Now that the moment of truth is so close, your nerves are faltering. No more than a few moments go by when you see Sugar rise from the floor, picking up her rug, taking a little bow, her dark body gleaming under the lights. Taking a deep breath, you stand and start to walk towards the stage.

"Ok Guys, we have a special treat for you!" the DJ's voice fills the club. "We have a new dancer, new to the business, and a fabulous girl with a fabulous body. C'mon guys, give it up for Bambi!"

As his final words echo, you step onto the stage, forcing a smile at the audience, starting to move to the music, willing yourself to put on a show, to go with the music.