Meeting your fellow dancers

You arrive at the side door of the club just before five, your tummy fluttering with nervous excitement. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you open the door and step into the hallway.

You can see lights from the club room at the end of the hallway, and a door nearby standing open. You step forward and look in, seeing Tony behind a desk looking at some papers.

"Oh there you are, sweetheart. Right on time," he growls, pushing himself to his feet. "I'll introduce you to the other broads, show you the dressing room. He leads you up the hall and opens a door on the other side, stepping in and nodding to you to follow. Several women are there, all of them in various degrees of undress, some of them squeezing into costumes or rolling stockings up their legs, others sitting before mirrors applying make up. None of them show much interest in Tony or you until he knocks his hand against the wall.

"This here is Lisa, she'll be working tonight since Brandy called in sick. Sugar, you show her what she needs to know, ok? Ok sweetheart, knock them dead tonight," he nods at you as he steps out of the dressing room, pulling the door shut behind him. A tall black girl stands up from a make up table and walks towards you. She's naked, her breasts high and firm, her slender waist flaring out into a lovely peach shaped ass. She smiles at you, holding out a hand in greeting.

"Hey girl, welcome to the club. I'm Terri. Sugar is the stage name. Come on, you can put your stuff over here, and we can share a mirror." You nod at her nervously, unpacking your bag and hanging your costumes up on a metal rack, then taking your make up and brushes out before putting your bag under the rack. You pause a moment, then peel off your sweatshirt and track pants, dropping them on top of the bag.

"Where you been working, girl? I don't think I've seen you before," she smiles as she sits in front of the mirror, patting the seat next to her.

"Ummm...I...I'm..." you stammer, blushing. She gives you a surprised look, raising an eyebrow.

"You're a virgin? This the first club you worked?" You nod at her, embarrassed at being identified so quickly.

"Tony never hires first timers," a nearby girl says, turning towards you, her mascara brush poised in her hand. She's a busty redhead with pale skin, her breasts almost as big as yours. Your blush deepens, particularly when you see the other women in the dressing room start to pay attention. The redhead shakes her head and chuckles.

"So did you blow him, or did you fuck him to get the gig?" she asks. "Had to be one or the other. Ain't no other way." Your face is burning with embarrassment, and you hear subdued laughter from other girls.

"Ok Deb, let it go," Terri/Sugar says. "My girl did what she had to do. Anybody in this room want to tell me they never did the same thing?" She snorts in scorn, looking around the room with a challenge in your face. You see most of the other women nod and smile, going back to their preparations.

"Thanks," you murmur to her, fiddling with your make up to hide the slight trembling in your hands.

"So new girl," Deb says. "You know why your partner there calls herself Sugar? It's 'cause she gives it up so sweet." The black girl beside you turns and glares at her.

"Get back, bitch. 'Less you want me to go Compton on your ass." There's an edge to her voice, then she laughs. "'Sides, you just wish you had this booty. Then you'd make yourself some real money."

The red head laughs, arching her back to show off her breasts. "Maybe you got the booty Sugar, but I got the titties. They do pretty well for me." The two of them laugh, the redhead returning to working on her make up.

The black girl pats your thigh, giving you a reassuring smile. "You'll be ok, hon. You got the body for it, and the face too. Everybody has to lose their cherry sometime. I'm guessing Tony told you the rules?"

"Yeah...I get the tips when I dance. Lap dances I get half, plus the tips.....VIP room I give Tony a hundred a half hour."

"Yeah, that's his end. But we got a deal between us girls about the VIP rooms. We all set the same price, so no one's getting undercut. Customer in the room pays for a minimum of five dances for two bills. That's to start. Hand jobs a bill, blow jobs two, the pussy goes for three. If you do anal, it's four. Some combination, you can cut a bit of a deal but no big discounts. That means up to six bills for half an hour's work. Got it?" You nod nervously.

"Ok, if you're not dancing when the guys come in, we take turns going over to offer them some company. Work them for a lap dance, flirt with them, whatever it takes. We don't do drink hustles here, and if they want to buy you a drink it's just a coke or something. If you think you're getting the guy lined up for a lap dance or VIP room, and it's your turn on the stage, tell him to save your seat, the rest of us will respect that, as long as he tells us. Sometimes they don't, they're just interested in sitting around with a half naked girl, pretending they're going to bang her, when they ain't got no more money than to pay the cover and the drink minimum." You nod again, trying to absorb the details.

"Dance schedule is over on the door. You'll be dancing in Brandy's slot, just after me. So when you see me up there, you know you're next, got it?" You nod once more, your mind racing with nervousness.

"Ok girl, got to get into character. Doors open at 6 tonight. Oh yeah, one more thing. You gotta pick a stage name. You don't give up your real name out there. What's your new name, girl?"