She gets her out

Tanya's bubbly and excited as they get backstage. Five other girls are in the dressing room having either already performed or are waiting for their turns. They all glare at Tanya and Maggie as they enter.

"Sluts," says the girl from whom Tanya stole the stripping slot before turning back to a mirror and working on her makeup.

Maggie can't take much more of this. "Get dressed," she whispers to Tanya.

Tanya easily slips back into the bikini that started this whole mess. She's surprised by how eager she feels to get out on the floor and lap dance. "Are you going to lap dance with me or go off on your own?" she asks Maggie.

The emo girl sighs as she dresses. "Tanya, you don't want to give lap dances."

Maggie was right, of course, why did she think she wanted to do that? "Oh, gosh, yeah, you're right. I don't know why I said that."

As Maggie slips back into the comfort of her jacket, but still embarrassingly bottomless except for panties, she looks Tanya straight in the eye. "Tanya, we need to make a run for it. Okay? When I count to three, we need to run straight out that door, through the club, out the front door, and to the stripper store. Don't listen to anything anyone says as you're running through the strip club. Got it?" Maggie wasn't sure if commands worked like that on Tanya or not, but she hoped it did. She didn't want to risk anyone stopping Tanya from leaving.

"Got it," Tanya confirms.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the slighted girl doing her makeup says. "Tony doesn't forgive easily. If he let you on his stage he's gonna expect you at least provide one VIP dance to a patron." She warns while applying mascara to her lashes.

"Ignore her," Maggie says, "she's just trying to intimidate us."

"I'm really not," the girl says, "but whatevs, sluts."

"One, Two..." Maggie looks at the door, "three!" She hesitates to make sure Tanya runs for it first. As soon as Tanya's out the door, Maggie follows. Tanya runs through the club as fast as her bare feet will take her. She pushes past a waitress, past some patrons who whistle and catcall, and straight out the front door. The bouncer yells, "hey!" as the two girls make a break for it. Maggie hears him say something into his radio, but doesn't catch it. They keep running until they get to the store.

Tanya, panting, turns and smiles at Maggie. "We made it!"

Maggie looks over her shoulder at the strip club. There's commotion at the front door as the bouncer points in their direction. "Not yet," she says, "I think we better get out of here fast."

The girls head into the store and straight to the clerk. "You came back!" He pushes a bag across the table. "Here are your clothes and the skirt. Are you wearing the bikini out, Miss?"

Maggie answers for Tanya as she slams her credit card on the table. "Yes, she is. Please ring us up." She looks out the door. It doesn't look like they're being followed, because they aren't. Instead, the phone rings. The clerk answers.

"Which one of you is Raven?" He asks. Maggie holds out her hand.

"Yes?"

"You owe my customers two VIP dances."

"We let you keep all of the dollars. We don't owe you anything."

"Oh no, Raven, those dollars are mine anyway. Amateurs only get money if they win the pot. That's only a bonus. I give amateurs an opportunity for exposure and experience. They pay me back by giving my customers lap dances."

"That doesn't make any sense," she says wishing the clerk would just ring up the items.

"I don't tell you how to perform on stage and you don't tell me how to run a business, got it? Listen, you owe me two VIP dances. You can either come back tonight or I'll come collect on a future date. I'll make it even easier for you though. If you and your friend come back here I'll let you perform a special dance for me in my office."

Maggie's so glad the clerk didn't hand the phone to Tanya. "No way, we're done."

Tony "tsks" into the phone. "You're done when I say you're done. I'll get my payment. Make sure you tell that to Tanya Wegner, too." He says her name slowly to make it clear he knows it. Maggie, swallowing hard, slams the phone down.

"Ring up our stuff," she tells the clerk.

Maggie pays for everything and drags Tanya out of the store. She tells Tanya to get changed as they drive home. As Tanya climbs into the backseat, Maggie can't help but observe Tanya in the rearview mirror. She's a whirlwind of scared, aroused, and ashamed. "Don't say anything to anyone about the strip club, okay, Tanya?"

"I won't, Mags," Tanya says pulling her shirt over her head.

"If anyone asks you'll say we went shopping for our outfits at the mall," she briefly wonders if she should tell Kyle or not but decides against it. She doesn't want him to think he can start taking sexual liberties. Everything that happened on stage was due to necessity. "That includes, Kyle," she adds.

"If anyone, including Kyle, asks I'll tell them we went to the mall," Tanya repeats.