Get a job!

For some odd reason, even after all she’d been through Julie found it difficult to open the folded paper because her hands were shaking nervously. When she finally did unfold the paper, this is what she read:

Julie,

Your next mission will be somewhat difficult. It will take every bit of concentration and determination that you can muster.

Go to 4343 Fourth Street. Go inside and ask the manager for an application. Fill out the application honestly, and do everything in your power to have him offer you a job.

If he does not offer you a job by the time you leave, you will have failed the mission. Go home and suffer your consequences.

However, if he is pleased, and offers you a job, ask him to use the phone, and call home, for further instructions.
Your friend!

Julie folded the paper and stuffed it into her tight shorts, wondering what job she was applying for. Suddenly a panic attack hit her when she realized she was to call home! He was in her house! She left the goddamn door unlocked when she scurried out of there. What was he doing there? What more could she endure? She thought about calling the police, but second-guessed herself figuring out the tapes would be public and she’d have to explain everything to her parents. As she began walking the five blocks to the indicated address, she figured the quicker she got everything over with, the faster she could return home and confront the bastard.

Julie quickened her pace and nearly raced over the next three blocks, suddenly slowing down when she came upon the final block. Both sides of the street were lined with various shops, all of which were decorated with bright neon signs: “Books,” “Videos,” “Adults,” and “Girls,” just to name a few. There was no mistaking; Julie had ambled into a seedy section of the city. This street was relatively empty at this time of the day, except for an occasional man stumbling out of one store or another. Julie held her breath, standing on the corner, pondering whether she should go further or not. She couldn’t see the place she was to inquire about employment, but knew her tormentor was right when he said this would be a real test of her will. After several minutes, standing alone on the corner, Julie summoned up enough strength to at least check out the place she was directed to. She walked down the desolate street past each store, noting the address numbered on either the door, or the jamb. She finally stopped in front of the one marked 4343.

“David’s Delights,” was plastered on large sign above the door. On a small, blacked out window, were several black and white photos of different girls, in seductive poses. It was obvious that they weren’t wearing any clothing, though the photos didn’t show any real nudity. Above the pictures there was a sign that read: “Exotic Dancers, Every night from 5 till closing. Amateur Sundays: Noon till closing.”

Julie swallowed the oversized lump in her throat, hearing her heart thumping in her head. She couldn’t believe she was actually forming an image in her head of what she would look like as an exotic dancer. She shook her head to clear the image and took another deep breath, realizing how dry her mouth had suddenly become. Julie was aghast that her tormentor was doing this to her. She had come this far and sacrificed so much, that it seemed useless to turn back, yet she wanted to throw it all away and suffer the consequences. Yes, she’d lose Jason, she’d lose Phil, she’d be the laughing stock of the school, her parents would disown her, and she’d have to leave town and start a new life all on her own. An explosion went off in her aching head. She could lose Phil and Jason; there were plenty of fish in the sea. However, she couldn’t bring shame unto her parents, and she definitely couldn’t bear the humiliation of the town and church folks. If she could keep this a secret, hopefully no one would find out.

She swallowed the lump again and reached for the door. She pulled it open and stepped into the extremely dark interior. It took a minute for her eyes to get accustomed to the darkness, peering around the room. When her eyes were able to focus, she spotted a long bar along the right hand wall. Behind the bar was a small platform that ran the length of the mirrored wall. At the near end of the platform was a shimmering, shiny brass pole. Sitting at the near end of the bar were two shadowy figures that Julie couldn’t make out. Between the bar and the platform, a fairly well-built man stood, cleaning glasses and placing them under the bar. The rest of the room was filled with small tables, each with two chairs stacked upside down, atop them. There was an older gentleman, sweeping the floor around and under all the tables. At the far end of the room was a relatively large stage adorned with three brass poles, one on each side and one in the middle that jutted out into the middle of the floor. On either side of the stage were open doors that led to brightly lit rooms.

“Ahem. Can I help you?” The deep voice echoed through the empty room, interrupting Julie from her surveying.

Julie turned to the bartender, now with his hands upon his hips. He had a rather impatient look on his face, which slowly faded as he took in Julie’s voluptuous figure. Julie was somewhat frightened, feeling her heart jump into her throat. Somehow she managed to ask, “Can I fill out an application?”

The bartender roared with laughter, “Of course, wait one minute.” He threw the towel on the bar and walked to the far end of the bar. “Hey Pete,” he yelled, getting the attention of the man sweeping the floor. “Tell Dave we have a new recruit.” Julie watched as the man propped his broom against a table and disappeared into the door on the left. “Dave will be right out,” the bartender roared again, returning to his chores. A moment later Julie turned to see Pete coming out of the door, followed by a huge burly man, presumably Dave. His large stature practically blocked all the light coming from the doorway as he proceeded through the opening. He made a beeline straight for Julie, towering over her as he greeted her.

“So you wanna dance,” he gnarled through the fat, unlit cigar sticking out his mouth. Julie meekly replied she was. Dave yanked a chair off a nearby table and slapped a piece of paper and a pen on the table. “Fill this out and then come see me in the back!” Dave turned and strode confidently back to his office.

Julie stood motionless, still not believing she was even doing this. She looked around the room, and every eye was on her, waiting for her to sit down. Nervously she sat in the seat and perused the paper. It wasn’t even an application. It was merely a bio sheet: Name, address, and social security number. There was an area to list hair color, eye color, height, weight, and measurements. It had a check box to indicate whether she was an amateur, or professional, and related work experience. It also asked music preference also.

Julie took several minutes filling out the detailed info, carefully wondering whether she should really be doing this. She was already here though. She chewed on the end of the pen as she reviewed the details. She took another deep breath, filling her lungs and tits with air, and rose from the seat. She strode on wobbling legs through the open doorway into the well lit area. Immediately to her left she noticed a door marked “GIRLS DRESSING ROOM.” A little further down the hallway was one marked “OFFICE.” Julie stood in front of the open doorway biting her lip, looking at the owner hunched over his desk, still chewing on the cigar, pouring through some papers. The walls were covered with Polaroid photos of various women, in all stages of undress; most were blatantly nude photos. Julie refocused her attention on the owner trying to block out those awful images.

He finally looked up from his paperwork, sensing there was someone there. Julie offered the paperwork, which he snatched from her hands. “Have a seat,” he ordered, waiting for her to obey. Finally she sat down, and her read through her bio. “Hmm,” he hummed. “Amateur, huh? That’s okay. We need more of them.” He placed the paper down, reached behind him and grabbed a Polaroid camera. Before Julie even knew what was happening he had snapped a photo of Julie sitting in the chair. After the developing image rolled out from the camera, Dave took it and stapled it to the bio sheet. “That’s how I tell you apart!”

Julie was somewhat taken aback, now knowing someone else had a fairly incriminating photo of her, though not at all revealing any nudity. “Have you ever done anything like this before?” Dave asked. Julie nervously replied that she hadn’t. “That’s okay. I’m sure you’ll catch on quick! You’ve got a body that my patrons like to see.” Julie could see his eyes devour her body, sending a creepy feeling through her veins. He rose from his feet, and circled to Julie’s side. “Since you have no experience at all, we’ll have to do a little audition. Just to make sure you don’t freeze up when the place is full.” He held out his hand to help Julie from her chair.

Julie was glad he helped her up because she was shaking so much she wouldn’t have been able to do it on her own. She followed him back out to the main room where he directed her to the stage. Julie climbed the steps and stood off to the side watching Dave take a chair off a table next to the front of the runway. He sat down, telling Pete to stop and watch. Pete stood with his broom in hand behind Dave, staring intently at Julie. Dave looked over his shoulder and yelled to the bartender, “Yo, Frankie; put some classic rock on for the lady.” Julie watched the bartender make his way down the bar towards her, and reach towards a stereo system. He punched a few buttons and turned a big knob. He leaned over the bar and stared directly at Julie. Jus then, Julie heard the beginning refrain of a popular song from a notable big hair band from years back come blaring through the speakers mounted throughout the room.

“Oh God, this is it.” Julie said to herself. She couldn’t believe she had gotten herself into such a predicament. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she silently muttered, scanning her eyes back and forth between the three men watching her intently. This was so much against every moral fiber she had in her. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was frightened beyond belief, her heart thumping in her head. She just couldn’t strip naked in front of these three strangers. She stood motionless, watching the faces of the three men. Finally, Dave became inpatient and yelled out. “Frankie! Cut it! That’s it! Don’t waste my time! Get outta here!” He began to rise out of his seat as the music cut off abruptly.