A second chance?

Julie snapped out of her trance! She had to have the job offer! Her life was ruined if she didn’t! “WAIT,” Julie screamed, freezing Dave back into his seat. Julie needed to go through with this. She had to get the offer, no matter what. “One more time,” she pleaded. Lying as best she could she added, “I wasn’t ready for that song, but I can do it.” Julie shrugged the cold nerves from her body as she moved from the edge of the stage to the middle runway.

Julie seemed to leave her persona back on the stage steps, relying on her brief acting background in high school. ‘She was just an actress,’ she convinced herself, standing almost proudly at the center of the stage. “Do not look at their eyes,” she recalled her drama coach telling her. “Play to the back wall,” she also remembered. She also knew she’d have to rely on her cheerleading background for some kind of dancing atmosphere. Julie stared at the back wall, shoulders back, tits naturally jutting out, her chin raised, patiently waiting for the music to start back up. She didn’t even see Dave wave his hand motioning for Frankie to restart the song.

The music started, and Julie developed an image of an exotic dancer in her head, moving to the music that was playing through the speakers. Julie mimicked every move her imaginary dancer did, prancing delicately around the narrow runway, never looking at her audience. The heavy guitar riffs and bass drums of the music seeped through her body and into her blood as she became one with the music. She ran her hands over her head, down her neck, along her curves down to her thighs, soothing away any lest remnants of nervousness. She wiggled her hips and seductively jiggled her tits, dancing from side to side. About a quarter of the way through the song, she raised her arms into the air above her head and slowly brought them down behind her neck. Her hips swayed from side to side as her hands slowly tugged on the string knot behind her neck. Just before the strings fell from around her neck, Julie turned her back to the audience and pressed her chest against the cold brass pole. The cold contact with the shining pole, caused her nipples to harden, yet she ignored it as she concentrated slowly on her performance. With her tits on either side of the pole, Julie plunged up and down as if it were a giant cock, titty-fucking her. She stuck her ass out prominently for the audience to see as she reached behind her to undo the final bikini string around her back. She held the flimsy top above her head and swung it in circles a couple times before flinging towards the back of the stage. Julie grabbed the pole above her head and twirled several times around it, finally giving her audience fleeting glimpses of her bared breasts. The song was almost halfway through now. Julie backed away from the pole and pranced around the stage some more, completely in her character, still copying the actions of the dancer in her mind. She turned her back to the crowd again and straightened her back, jutting her ass and started wiggling it in earnest as she reached for the button on her denim shorts. She lowered the zipper and slowly peeled the tight shorts over her hips as she continued swaying her hips from side to side. Slowly she exposed more and more of the temptingly sweet ass flesh as the shorts were pulled lower and lower. Once the shorts were over her hips, Julie grabbed the pole leaning forward, and let her denims slip naturally to her ankles. She carefully stepped out of them, still perched on her high heels. She was completely naked, except for her heels. At least, her imaginary character was! Julie grabbed the pole again, and playfully humped up and down on the pole a couple times before twirling on it, still not showing anybody her naturally colored sparse tuft of hair. She quickly spun around at the back of the pole, now facing the back of the stage. Julie raised her hands over her head and grabbed the pole again, slowly sliding up and down along its length. Just before the song was about to end, Julie twirled on the pole to the front, finally showing off her naked pussy to the appreciative audience. Still holding onto the pole, her hands above her head, Julie slid up and down, keeping her back pressed against the smooth brass. Her knees parted as she squatted down, giving her wide-eyed audience a clear view of her pink slit. Julie rose back up and danced around as the song ended.

The room was silent as Julie, still in character, stood waiting for an ovation from her audience. Slowly the image in her mind faded amidst the silence, as Julie became acutely aware of her total nudity amongst the three men staring, and the two faceless shadows still at the back of the bar. As the realization set in, Julie became increasingly nervous as well as quite uncomfortable, waiting for someone to say something. She wanted to run and hide, or at least go put her clothes back on, but for some reason, that seemed an inappropriate thing to do right now. She wanted to cover her pussy; she wanted to cover her tits, she wanted someone to say something!

Finally Dave asked Pete, “Whaddaya think?” Pete nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, “She could do well, I s’pose.” He grabbed his broom and returned to sweeping, seemingly unfazed by Julie’s performance. This time, without turning his head, Dave yelled out, “Frankie?” Frankie had his towel in his hand again, cleaning more glasses as he considered his opinion. “Yeah! She could sell some drinks around here.” Frankie returned to his previous spot, resuming his previous chores. Dave rose from his seat and approached the side of the stage. Looking at Julie carefully, he finally muttered through his cigar, “Very well then; grab your stuff and follow me.”

Julie was finally relieved! She made it through this horrible ordeal. She picked up her shorts, lying on the stage at her feet and scrambled to the back to fetch her top, scurrying down the steps to keep up with Dave. Dave turned right however, into a room tucked behind the stage. Julie followed as instructed, tentatively stepping through the doorway. She suddenly found herself standing in the middle of what looked like a mini photo studio. Dave was walking towards a camera mounted on a tripod at the far end of the room when he ordered Julie to sit on the carpeted crate in the middle of the room. “I just need to get some promotional shots, so sit tight.” Julie watched as he quickly made his way around the room plugging in various lights and photo equipment. He went to his camera and looked through the lens and then walked up to Julie.

Julie’s eyes grew wider as she realized she was going to be posing for pictures that would probably be posted on the front window. “Are these going on the front window,” she asked nervously.

“No, not yet,” Dave replied as he took Julie’s scant clothing from her hands, tossing it to the side. “The front window is for our prime time stars.” He then posed Julie sitting straight up and twisted her around, so that she was looking over her shoulder towards the camera. “If you work out well,” Dave continued as he moved towards the camera, “we’ll post a picture on the feature wall.” Suddenly a click and flash went off. Dave had just snapped the picture. He moved towards Julie again, posing her for the next shot. “Right now, you’re just one of the amateurs.” He posed her facing the camera with her legs crossed, twisting her so that just a hint of her tender ass was showing. He grabbed her hands and mechanically moved them to her tits to cover them. He grabbed a remote control from the camera as he surveyed the shot, continually talking as if everything was perfectly natural. “Amateurs only dance on Sundays,” he continued. “Click;” another picture. He continued posing her continually taking pictures as he spoke. “I want you to come in tomorrow. Try to be here sometime around noon. Bring at least three costumes with you. What you had today will work good also. Your stage name will be ‘Daisy.’ I think it’ll go well with those shorts. When you get here, come see me, and I’ll get you situated.” He had taken nearly a dozen shots by this point, still posing her in a variety of sultry, yet very professional positions. He continued as Julie became more relaxed at his professionalism and matter-of-fact attitude, seemingly unfazed by her nudity. “Unfortunately, as an amateur, I cannot pay you, but you are free to keep any tips you can work from the crowd. Some of the girls walk out of here with several hundred dollars on a good day. Like I said, if you work out, we can move you into a rotation with the regulars. Some of them pull down two grand or more a week. Not a bad way to make good money!” He had taken a half dozen more shots, when he pulled the stool out of the way. He had Julie stand against the mottled gray backdrop. “Okay, now you pose however you want to. Just keep moving around, sort of like you’re dancing, but a lot slower. Give me a chance to get some nice shots.”

Julie, now completely relaxed, and entirely comfortable with Dave, did as she was asked, though somewhat awkward. Dave snapped about two shots before asking Julie if she had a boyfriend. “Sort of,” she replied, thinking about Phil in addition to Jason. Dave told her to imagine he was her boyfriend, and that she was trying to seduce him. Julie’s mind transformed Dave into an image of Phil, and not Jason! She actually became excited, thinking Phil was behind the camera, getting excited as she lured him with her body. She struck extremely seductive poses, and her eyes had the look of lust burning in them. It didn’t take Dave long to finish the roll of film in his camera. Julie was still turned on extremely so, when Dave announced he was finished. He grabbed Julie’s clothes, and said to follow him again. Julie followed him back to his office where she sat as ordered, still completely naked, in the chair across from his desk.

“You still want the job?” Dave asked, looking across the desk towards the naked Julie. “Yeah,” Julie harrumphed, a little too quickly for her own good. Dave grabbed his Polaroid again. “One last shot for my personal collection,” he announced. Julie instinctively struck another seductive, soft pose. “Nah. I have plenty of those. Stand up.” Julie looked at him questioningly as she slowly stood from her seat, noting the definite change in his tone of speech towards her. It wasn’t filled with politeness and professionalism any more. Julie sensed a bit of evil in his forceful tone. “Put your foot up on the arm of that chair.” Julie’s eyes widened in horror as she began to realize what he was planning, slowly lifting her foot to rest on the arm of the chair. “Yeah, that’s it. Now let’s see that pretty pink kitty. Pull those lips apart and touch your kitty for me.”

“Oh God,” Julie cried to herself. She was in way over her head. The only resolution she could find, and hope for, was that this photo would be lost among the many other similar photos on the wall behind him. No one else would ever see this photo. She placed her shaking hands on either side of her pussy and gently pulled her labia open, exposing the soft pink interior of her embarrassingly moist pussy. She traced her index finger along the slit, and gently pressed it against the little bump of flesh at the top. The unmistakable sound of the click, accompanied by the flash, and the whirring sound of the motor, told Julie that he had taken the pornographic shot.

“Good,” Dave announced as he tossed Julie’s clothing across the desk. “See you tomorrow.” Dave buried his head into his desk again, waving the picture in his right hand, waiting patiently for it to completely dry before he posted it amongst his favorite shots. Julie embarrassingly dressed herself in front of the uninterested owner, trying to regain her ramshackled composure. She heaved a sigh of resignation and completion, ready to leave, when she suddenly remembered the call she needed to make.

“Um, excuse me,” Julie meekly interrupted. “Can I borrow your phone for a minute?”

Without lifting his head, Dave shook it violently from side to side. He pointed towards the door. “Go ask Frankie. See you tomorrow.”

Julie shuffled out into the hallway, across the floor and to the bar. The two shadowy figures were no longer there. Pete was still sweeping, and Frankie was still cleaning glasses. “Excuse me Frankie,” Julie interrupted again. “Dave said I could use the phone out here?” It was a question more than a statement.

Without missing a beat, Frankie reached under the bar and handed Julie a wireless receiver. “Thanks,” she muttered as she nervously dialed her home number. She waited anxiously for her wickedly evil tormentor to pick up the phone. The answering machine picked up unexpectedly, catching Julie off guard. She stuttered before saying, “Hi, it’s me, is anyone there?” Julie was relieved to hear several clicking noises, along with a beep and the phone being picked up.

“Sorry. I had to make sure it was you! Glad to hear your voice. Did you get the job?” Julie was slowly growing accustomed to despising her conversations with the unknown despicable man. She mumbled that she did. “Great,” Mark replied, let me talk to someone there. Julie looked at Frankie who was staring back at her. She handed the phone to him, “Here he wants to talk to you.”

Julie waited and watched as Frankie nodded, saying, “Yes,” repeatedly. “Yep; tomorrow; that’s right,” he added. “Okay,” Frankie finally said, hanging up the phone. “Bossman says go use the phone outside!” Frankie replaced the phone on the charger and walked away from Julie, saying, “See you tomorrow!”