Full Time

Still exhilarated from your performance and with the adrenalin of power you had over those pervs in the audience, you can’t think of anything else you’d want to do than this.

“I’ll be her as early as I can first thing tomorrow, I can quit everything else, no problem!”

He nods smiling.

“A girl with a passion for the job, I like that. With that much enthusiasm, I have no doubt you’ll warn your way to the eight pm shift quickly, we get most of the high rollers between eight and midnight, right, Candy?”

The girl nods.

“Many of them. Not all of them are, of course. There's this one guy comes in several times week, always wants me for a lap-dance. Never takes more than he’s two drinks and only if I'm luck he give a bit of a tip. A little pathetic, but harmless. I… think… Funny, I can’t remember his face." Maybe I just imagined him…… Her eyes glance over and you gasp… She sounded a lot like she described you as a man…. Did she just remember bits your you? She shakes her head.

“Anyway, yeah, the 8 pm shift is good for a steady flow of middle class men and some well paying highlights. But a dance with your talent can make a good living by taking the allowances and pensions of the men who have time to come here during the day.”

She winks at you and you smile. You wonder what the old you would have thought of the way this woman talks about her guests – like nothing but cash cows to milk until they run dry, with no regard for whether that means they go broke. The new you - couldn’t care less. They’re here to worship you and the other dancer voluntarily and deserve it. Pigs.

You snicker and she smiles.

“Can't wait!”

And you really can’t. You hug Candy firmly and give our new boss a kiss on eh cheek -“See you tomorrow night” - as you turn around and leave the strip club.