It was a hopeful start.

The next morning Vixxen at the continental breakfast provided with her room, it was very low quality but it would do for now.

She texted Mason her address and room number, letting him know it was temporary, until she could leave town.

She did her yoga routine, and decided to call the gentleman’s club after lunch, they didn’t usually have anyone on site early. Their web site had some links for applying online and she used them.

She didn’t have a resume she could use her phone to attach as requested, but she put on a swimsuit she bought at Walmart and took a few pictures of herself in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She then took the top off and took more from different angles, demonstrating how her breasts hung without support, that they looked realistic.

She took a few more in dancing poses, demonstrating her flexibility, hoping it would be enough.

She shared some photos of herself in dresses she had taken before, and some clear photos of her face from happier times.

She listed the three clubs she had danced at, two in Dallas, and one in Vegas, and provided the contact information for Alan the club owner in Vegas and for William, the club manager in Dallas. ethnicity was always tough, but she could just write it in, so she wrote 50% black, 25% white, 25% Vietnamese. She hoped the Asian part would get her an interview where the black part sometimes shut the door on her.

Where it requested her dimensions, she listed them as the following:

5”10”, 131 lbs, 36” / 26” / 36”.

She texted both former managers with the same message, “applying for a job on a pole, used you as a reference, hope it is ok xxx”

She submitted her application and called after lunch, and got to speak to one of the managers about scheduling an in person meet up. He started to talk about how they would normally talk over an application as a management team before discussing anything in person as he was checking his email.

Suddenly he became more interested, he had found her application and had started to go through it. She had years of dancing experience, her listed dimensions were perfect if true, and when he saw the pictures his dick got hard.

If these were real, this bitch was smoking hot, and 23 years old? A bit old for a stripper, but not too old.

“I am working today, and we open for lunch in a few minutes. You could come for a meeting today, but a full tryout would have to be scheduled.”

Vixxen agreed and said she wasn’t far away. She could be there in an hour or so.

“Ask for Jeff at the door,” he told her. Jeff couldn’t hire her on the spot, but finding new talent was a good thing, and when managers found a new girl they got exclusive rights to fuck them for a short while. If she looked like the pictures he looked forward to that.

She got ready in a hurry. A quick shower, did a little something with her hair and makeup, brushes her teeth and used a small amount of perfume, and off she went, chewing some breath freshening gum as she walked. It was not very far, maybe a half mile.

When she got to the manager she made a point to stand up straight, and had a genuine smile, this was how she could get out of town the fastest, she needed this to work out. This was a high end club, based on the reviews she had seen, she just hoped they would accept a black dancer.

The assistant manager Jeff actually tripped over one of their chairs when he saw her, stumbling just a bit.

She looked great, he was thankful for being on shift when she called and applied, “Vixxen I presume?” He said to her, offering his hand.

“Hey there, Jeff right?” She answered. He took her to the manager’s office, which is about what it always was, there was a large and comfortable sofa, there always had to be a sofa it seemed, and they spoke briefly about her background.

Jeff figured out quickly that she was desperate, and desperate was good. Strip clubs could use desperate, he saw she was still wearing a very nice engagement ring and wedding band. Jilted young wife? Sexy.