Blow his mind, well that as well, blow something else first.

Vixxen got between Mr. Willis's legs and started working her large ebony breasts over him, feeling him grow hard. She then opened his pants and pulled out a somewhat disappointing cock, but she started working on it anyway. He was around five or six inches and wasn't that thick, and never got fully hard, but she did her part with enthusiasm.

She sucked his cock for five minutes or so before he started to squirm a bit, and without any warning, he came in her mouth. Now he had been completely silent to this point, which she found odd, and also he produced a lot of cum. She enjoyed cum and was no stranger to it, but she couldn't keep it all in her mouth, swallowing a lot but making a mess on his pants.

"Sorry boss," Vixxen said with a smile, before she licked the cum up off of his pants, cleaning him herself. She gave him a big smile but realized he wasn't going to have a round two. He pulled his pants back up and straightened his clothing.

"Thank you Vixxen, that was nice," He said politely, "We will start you tomorrow night, and then the next night, to let you find your bearings here, and then you can come in on Friday and Saturday night."

She was standing there mostly naked but gave him a big hug., "Thanks Mr. Willis, you won't regret it, I can't wait to start!"

Vixxen went and enjoyed an expensive dinner at a nice restaurant nearby, and then got a good night's sleep and got a good workout in at the hotel gym before getting her mind right for the shift she had coming up.

She reminded herself of the lessons she had learned and smiled when she remembered the time she was able to spend with the traveling feature dancer. Maybe she would contact Alan and try to head back to Vegas, but to stay this time. But that was something for another day.

She did a yoga routine, got a good stretch in, and then took a hot bath and got ready for work. She enjoyed a nice healthy lunch and then got back to her room to prepare. She would need to be in by 4 PM.

It had been a while, she had purchased some little bottles of wine, and drank one before she left, just to take the edge off. She brushed her teeth and rinsed, and took the short walk to the club. The neon lights and decor showed the sort of business it was, and she had missed it.

She liked being back in the dressing room, back among her peers, other dancers. She understood them, she understood this business. It was something she felt she could control, and something she enjoyed. The other dancers were friendly, knowing it to be her first day, but not knowing her background.

She looked through the curtain when her time was almost up, the crowd was good, and Mr. Willis had decided that his customers should meet his new dancer with an introduction, and the DJ spun an upbeat and popular song. She saw the lights hit the stage and felt her confidence rise. She was home, she was about to walk into the place she knew best.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a treat for you tonight!" The DJ Rob said in a smooth radio voice, "Coming to us from New York, from Laaaas Vegas, and from right here in the great state of Texaaas!" He was skilled at the dramatic pause, he had the crowd going, as her music started to pound the speakers. It was go time.

"I give you, the beautiful, the exotic, the wonderful Vixxeeeen!" The music rose and drowned out Rob's voice, and the crowd went wild, and Vixxen slowly put her toned leg through the curtain. Slowly extending it, before twisting herself up in the curtain, before slowly extracting herself from it. A move she had learned from the former porn star and feature dancer hired to teach her in Las Vegas, Kira Kener.

When she finally extracted herself from the curtain she bent away from the crowd at the waist, drawing a roar from the packed crowd, and then stood and turned, showing her outfit, a leather outfit she had purchased to try to interest her husband. It was something of a BDSM mistress outfit, and she had the tall leather knee boots to go with it, along with leather gloves, a collar, and a small leather whip.

The crowd lost their minds, she could not remember the last time she had heard such crowd pop, she loved it.

Mr. WIllis loved it as well, he had been right. He was standing next to the manager, a man named Trevon, who had been skeptical of hiring a new dancer without his input, but he was sold in the first minute. He had done this for a while and had never seen a woman command a crowd like this, he had never seen a crowd like that at his stage.

He had concerns at hiring another black dancer, but those concerns were gone.