Quiet to start

Dressed in your schoolgirl costume, you stand and look at yourself, grinning at the slutty yet innocent image you see.

"That should get the pedophiles creaming their jeans," red headed Deb says, glancing at you as she examines her own costume of gauzy silks and satins. "You should do alright...Bambi..." she smiles. "Just don't give it away. Oh, and out there, I'm Ginger," she says giving her red hair a little flounce. "Not the most imaginative, but the guys in here aren't exactly into subtlety."

Sugar looks you over and nods her approval. "Looking good, girl," she grins. "Look, it's your first time, take it slow, don't do anything that scares you. Most guys that come in here are easy to work, but sometimes....well sometimes there are bad fucking guys. I'll watch your back, but use your head, and don't get in over it."

You nod at her, your heart racing, your belly fluttering with excitement and nervousness. Giving a last glance at your image in the mirror you follow her out the door, turning down the hallway to enter the club room.

"Until guys show up, take a seat at one of these tables near the door," she tells you. Guys come in, girls go to them, reverse order of the dance schedule. So Ginger, who dances after you, gets the guy before you. Just do what the door guy tells you. Hey Franco, this is Bambi, the new chick, she's in Brandy's slot." she says to a big beefy guy in a black shirt and pants. He nods at you and holds out a hand that looks like it could crush a basketball.

"Pleased to meet you Bambi," he says politely, his voice surprisingly high. You nod and smile at him as you shake his hand, your body loving that yours disappears in his, wondering whether the legend that big hands mean a big cock is true. Sugar shakes her head and smiles ruefully, gesturing to a seat.

"Girl, it's business. You gotta keep your mind on it, or you'll get fucked, and I don't mean in a good way. You want to hook up with Franco, do it on a day off, but don't get cock hungry when you're working. It never works out."

The other women drift out, taking seats near the door, chatting quietly as they wait for the club to open. They're all extremely attractive, even more than you expected. You've always been confident in your own beauty, but there are several her who are your equal, and a few who might even be better. Your musings are interrupted by Sugar's voice.

"You must have done some fancy fuckin' to get Tony to start you. He almost never hires rookies." You blush and glance at her, your irritation blunted by her matter of fact tone.

"No judgement girl. I've given it up to get something. Any girl has. Just remember this is the primo club in town. You ain't never going to make the coin you can make here anywhere else in this shithole town."

Any reply you might have made is cut off by Tony's voice as he steps into the room. "Alright! Opening time! Tits and teeth, ladies. Tits and teeth!"

For the next twenty minutes, it's a let down. No one comes in, and the dancers chat to each other as they sit, the waitresses idly talking to the bartenders. Two guys come in and are seated at a table near the stage. Two dancers get up and join them as a waitress arrives to take their drink orders. The DJ's voice sounds through the speakers, introducing the first dancer, the music rising.