Is It Her ?

Debbi walked out into the spot lit area and over to the pole. The stage was circular and raised a couple of feet above the general level of the club. She did not recognize the generic dance music that was being played and only knew that she was to continue her act until the track ceased, which would be her cue to leave the stage.

Debbi's appearance met with general approval from the crowd, whose interest had been perked by the novelty value of the manager's introduction. A couple of the guys in the audience were particularly intrigued by the announcement. Sam and Charlie were both execs in a multinational telecommunications company whose UK head office was in the town and they were winding down in the club over drinks after a particularly stressful day. Sam worked in accounts but Charlie was high up in the tech department.

"Hey, I know an I.T. exec called Debbi. Had some tough negotiations with her over a recent contract. It'd be really funny if it was her" Charlie remarked, before Debbi had made her entrance. "Well, is it her ?" Sam asked expectantly as Debbi stepped forward into the light. "Well, there is some similarity. But the Debbi I know is a brunette" Charlie pondered. "Could be a wig ?" Sam argued.

Debbi meanwhile began her routine oblivious of all this. Her dancing had loosened up and improved slightly over the last few days, though she still struggled in the high heels. The customers did not seem to mind, however, and it wasn't long before men began approaching the stage waving notes of various denominations. Taking her lead from what she had seen the Ukrainian girls do, Debbi edged toward the front of the stage and stooped so that the men could tuck notes into the waistband of her skimpy bikini bottoms, before provocatively scooting away from the edge again and shaking her bum.

Debbi thought it must be nearing the end of her first set and was time to shed her bikini top. Though actually she had misjudged the passage of time and was only about halfway through her allotted ten minutes. She thought she could hear some cries of appreciation over the sound of the music, as she turned to face the audience and shook her tits.

"Mmm, nice tits. A bit on the small side but perky" Sam said. "Is it the girl you know ?" Charlie admitted that he could not be certain. "What with her being up on the stage there and with that wig, if it is a wig, and all that heavy stage makeup. Pity this place is so strict about photos, I could have sneaked one and run it through facial recognition !"

"Why not go up and stuff some money in her knickers ? Get a close look ?" Sam suggested. "I haven't got any cash, only plastic" Charlie lamented. "I've got notes, I'll stand you one" Sam offered, as they both watched Debbi rubbing herself up against the pole, with one tit either side.