Into the "VIP" room

"Alright, give me a few minutes to change, and we'll go to the VIP lounge. I won't be long, so don't go off and find another private dance or anything." Tiffany said. She quickly disappeared into the backstage area. Faye looked around. A lovely young Asian was on stage, and nearly all eyes were on her. Paul, she noted, was gone. She sighed, and made her way back to the bar. Cynthia was still there, filling orders. It was awkward, but she decided to make small talk.

"Another ginger ale, please." she said. Now that she was "broken in", she felt a bit more talkative. "How long have you worked here?" she asked over the blaring music, which was some sort of remix of "Turning Japanese."

" Twelve years, give or take. Did my turn as a dancer, back when a girl didn't have to work so hard for their money." she said, passing out drinks. Faye blushed, and looked down into her glass. "Now, don't get me wrong, I've been on the business end of a prick many a time, but it was after a very, very long build up. Hell, I still have a few that I see. I've got one guy that pays me a grand a week to dust his house without any clothes on for him every Saturday, and I still won't fuck him. Another just pushed my skirt up and fucks me as soon as I walk in the door. As far as in the club, I command a pretty steep premium. 5K for an hour of private attention." Faye's jaw hinged open. Cynthia held her hand up.

"Its all psychological. You girls get them worked up, they come to me for booze to calm them down, form a bond with me over time, and eventually come to desire me more strongly than "those damned jezebels" that just take their cash and don't give them anything instead of me, who gives them an attentive ear and a shot of bourbon. After a while, some of them want me more than you, and I cash in. So my advice is to be patient. These older guys, some of them are rolling in cash. Others are rolling in regurgitated dog food. Learn how to tell the difference."

Just then, Tiffany reappeared. Faye almost didn't recognize her. She had changed her hair so that instead of the puffed up and tease 90's look, she now had a sleek and stylish straight hair with a couple of braids. Her makeup was far less "stripper" and far more "fashion model", and her attire was an absolutely lovely white satin and lace corset and flowing skirt that nearly exposed her most intimate parts, but swooped down and back her legs till it almost dragged the floor. In any other context, she could have been a runway model. Faye, in her green and black corset, freckles, and standard makeup, felt woefully unprepared.

"Alright, ready." she said. Faye stood, and followed her to a step of stairs that she had to admit that she hadn't noticed before. They were away from the lights and the fog machines of the main stage. She followed Tiffany up them, and with a quick three raps, followed by two slower ones, the door at the top opened. She slid passed an Adonis of a man, immaculately muscled with slicked back dark hair, and very obviously armed with a large handgun displayed on his hip. "Okay. Rules are different up here. Anyone can touch you. We'll be quite a bit more explicit in our performances. Some VIPs get free shows...even private ones...very, very private ones... You understand?" she asked.

Faye nodded, and followed her in; not really sure what she meant. Upon entering, the 80's Rock and Roll atmosphere evaporated completely. She was no student of the classics, but she recognized Beethoven as the music being played. It wasn't Jaegerbombs and Coors Light behind served up here, but rather a combination of very expensive cocktails and the finest wines. The girls were all in luxurious lingerie, some with ivory colored masks. The patrons were similarly attired, all in suits; some with basic Venetian masks, others in elaborate ornate ones. "What did I just walk into?" she asked herself. It was then she saw a girl on all fours, being savagely fucked by a large, masked black man. She scanned the crowd, and saw that it wasn't just old men up here as it was below; the crowd had women in it as well...