Now get to work.

"Not bad," My father says softly near my ear, "Now grab your clothes and shake your cute little ass for the customers."

Trembling, I stand, his hand slapping my ass playfully sobering me considerably, "Changing room was the first door you passed on your way here, have one of the girls show you around before your first set."

I open my mouth to protest, but I cant think of anything to say given the circumstances. Finally, I mumble, "Yes daddy," As I gather my clothes.

I've barely started to dress myself when I hear my father clear his throat behind me, "I didn't say to dress yourself," He says sternly, "Grab your clothes and go." He repeats.

Doing as he says, I'm almost out his office door when he says, "Your performance tonight will determine whether or not you have a place here after being late. If you're good, come see me at the end of your shift. If not, you can exit through the same door you came in." He pauses for only a second, "And close the door behind you.

I do as he says and pause. I find myself standing naked in the hallway, my clothing clutched like a shield in my arms.