Some advice. And a surprise

Struggling to control your tears, you count the bills in your hand. To your horror, the total comes to $103, meaning that after you have paid Tony his room rent, you performed a five song lap dance and gave a bareback blowjob for three dollars. You give a little moaning sob as you tuck the money in your purse.

Wiping the tears out of your eyes you leave the room, making directly for the dressing room. Once there you slump into a chair between Sugar and Ginger who are both fixing their makeup.

"Hey girl, first time up and you do a VIP room! Way to go," Sugar says, giving you a smile that dies on her face as you start to cry.

"What happened girl? Did he hurt you?" She puts her arm around you and hugs you, and Ginger slides over and wraps her arms around you as well.

You shake your head, letting your tears flow, sobbing out your story of being cheated. The two women hug you, offering soothing words, gradually calming you down. Finally, with a long deep breath, you get hold of yourself, wiping away your tears and giving a grateful smile and hug to the other two.

"Ok girl, learn from this," Sugar says. "Money up front. No exceptions. Guys will pull that shit all day long if you let them. And if something goes wrong in there, push one of the buttons. There's one by the door, one by the TV. Push that and a bouncer comes in. He'll come in hard and mean too, so don't push it unless you mean it."

"Yeah, Sugar's right." Ginger adds. "You didn't get hurt, and at least you got enough to cover Tony so you're not in the hole. I knew you were new but I didn't know you were that new. You sure you really want to be doing this?"

"I've got to. I'm...I'm way behind on the rent...I need money fast...and..."

"What about your parents? Couldn't they help you out?"

"I already asked them for help, and I'm...embarrassed to ask them again. I didn't know what else to do."

The two dancers share a look, Ginger shaking her head sadly. Sugar gives you another hug, then uses a tissue to wipe the last tears away from you.

"Come on girl, fix up that pretty face and get dressed," she says. "My mama always said nothing like hard work to make you forget your troubles, so lets get our fine asses out there and put them to work. Go get your outfit on."

You give her a grateful smile and start getting into your farmer's daughter costume, then sit down to fix your makeup. Sugar leaves before you're finished, but Ginger stays to help you, giving you words of comfort and advice.

When you're ready the two of you return to the club room to find it nearly full, with far more customers than there are dancers to join them all. Looking around you see a number of tables with groups of unaccompanied guys, and giving your head a resolute shake to steady your nerves you start towards a table of five men in suits seated at a table near a side wall.

You've only taken a few steps when you hear the DJ's voice.

"Ok Guys, back for here second show of the night, here's a newcomer to the business, a fabulous girl with a fabulous body. C'mon guys, give it up for Bambi!"

Putting a smile on your face you turn and head for the stage, tossing your hair as you strut up and grab the pole and spin around it to appreciative hoots from the guys at ringside.

"Bambi?" you hear one voice say loudly. "Bambi my ass! That's Lisa!"

You look down in horrified surprise to see a line of six faces you recognise.

Frat brothers from your college.

Two of whom you've dated. And four of whom you have rudely rejected.