Climb onto the stage

You have the idea to scale the stage, then go to the back in order to meet Samantha. Unfortunately, you’re not the only one with that idea. By your count, about a third of the audience scrambles forward, trampling you as they pile backstage. You follow behind them tentatively, but go stiff as you hear Sam’s voice.

“No not already *AHHH* PLEASE *AHHHHHNN!*”

M-Maybe you’ll let her fans have their turn first…

Many men, and even a few women, have exited at this point. You step through the curtains to see a naked, exhausted Samantha sprawled across the floor. She peers through cum-covered eyes at you and groans, “Another? You’re the last one, right?”

“Samantha? I-Is this really part of your job?” you ask, genuinely confused.

All fatigue seems to leave her body as she sits upright and wipes the semen from her eyes. “Emilia? OH HI BESTIE!” She darts over, suddenly mere inches away from you. “Don’t mind the dancing thing. It’s kinda lame, I know, but we have to do it sometimes. Otherwise, this place is great! I love it here! Like I was saying, you should get a job here too. Seriously! Someone like you is super-qualified, and I’ll even put in a good word with the manager. It’s super fun and high-energy. It doesn’t even feel like working! And the pay is great!”

Insight Check: Passed!

“But it’s not just dancing. So many people just had sex with you!” She flinches at your truthful statement. “Getting paid to dance like that in front of people, and then let them have sex with you… It’s almost like you’re a…” You lower your voice to a whisper. “…Prostitute.

Irritated, she answers, “Look. Being a trainer wasn’t working out. There were too many overpowered trainers, and penises, and waking up naked on stretchers.” There are a lot of those things. “So I got frustrated, walked in here, drank a lot, gambled some, and… found out this place is hiring! And it’s been the BEST thing that’s happened to me. The only way it could be better is if my bestie were here too!”

Insight Check: Passed!

You gasp in visceral shock. “Sam! You’re being…” You drop your voice to a whisper again. “…Extorted.” Then you kick the volume up to max. “Aren’t you!? I’ve read stories about this on the Internet! They’re making you do this to pay off your gambling debt!”

Your friend looks dumbstruck, then defeated. “Damn it. Why… Why can you suddenly take a hint now of all times?”

“Because my friend needs me!” you reply with determination, missing the point of her question. “I’m going to march straight into the manager’s office and make him let you go. Because nobody makes my friend touch penises if she doesn’t want to!”

“No, don- Wait… yes. Yes! That’s a great idea! You should definitely walk right into his office without an invitation! Us girls gotta stick together, right?”

Steam fumes from your nostrils as you declare, “I’ll definitely help you!” Turning on your heels, you march away.

“Oh, and Emilia? I noticed your fingers look kind of wet. It sounds ridiculous for such an uptight and prudish girl like you, but were you…”

“BYE!” you squawk.