EPILOGUE: The Stripper

You happily accept the job, starting on the spot. You head into the changing rooms with the fellow girls and get dressed into your proper attire. Wearing a red thong, some red stockings and red heels, you strike a pose in the mirror. The girls agree to do your make-up and you soon find yourself looking like one of them, a combination of slutty and sensual.

Strutting sexily you find yourself in the main room, a bar being towards the back and a stage being in the centre of the room. A silver pole was in the centre of the stage, a girl dancing to the beat of the loud music.

You're called over to the bar and start serving the patrons, each one examining you with a look of **** lust. Some time later, when all of the guests are lightly, or in some cases heavily, intoxicated, you're beckoned to the stage, being told by one of the other girls to dance.

Stepping onto the stage and grasping the pole firmly, you start to dance, trying to do it the same way as the girl from before. It was difficult at first, occasionally having you stumble towards the edge of the stage, but soon you got the hang of it, smiling happily as the guests began to clap for you. The clapping to the beat couldn't help but make you enjoy it even more, their eager gazes adding more fuel to this seductive fire.

You enjoyed your job, and the guests certainly did too. What wasn't to like? Happy guests... a fun workout... a strangely caring manage... It was perfect for you.