The Dressing Room

Despite being on leave, Jeff had insisted that Debbi be present at work that afternoon for an important presentation. Hence it was that she was dressed in her formal business wear when she arrived at the staff entrance at the back of the pole dancing club in Reading and hence it was why the surprised manager greeted her with "Can I help you madam ?"

Debbi knew the place which used to be a legendary indie rock venue and there had been widespread protests when the local council had refused the promoters an extension to their licence but had instead granted permission for the premises to be converted into a pole dancing club.

"Er, I'm here to stand in for Kaitlynne ?" Debbi replied. The manager's demeanour changed as he took in the attractive young woman. "Oh, right. Yes, she called me. You're Debbi ?"

"That's me" Debbi confirmed. "She did tell you that I have no idea how to dance ?" That was one of Debbi's major concerns for the evening. "Yeah, she explained. That's no problem. Well, it normally would be a problem but since it's such a lovely girl as yourself I'm certain the customers won't mind as long as you're showing some skin ! Kaitlynne did explain that to you ?" he asked anxiously. "Yes, I've done a couple of her other gigs" Debbi reassured him.

"Come on through. I'll introduce you to the other girls. They're all Ukrainian but very friendly." He led Debbi along a corridor to a cramped dressing room where three lithe and leggy women were sitting in front of the mirror, clad only in their underwear and expertly applying their stage makeup. "Hi girls, this is Debbi. She's taking Kaitlynne's place. Show her the ropes will you ? I've got to go and supervise the drinks delivery."

There was an awkward silence after the manger had left. Debbi could sense the hostility emanating from the three girls. One statuesque blonde rose and approached Debbi, shoving her aggressively on the shoulder. "Who you ? Why you take Kaitlynne job ? We like Kaitlynne. Kaitlynne have baby, need job."

"No, no. It's not like that. I'm not taking Kaitlynne's job." Debbi hurriedly explained the situation. She did not go into the details of the initial memory loss fiasco but simply presented herself as a friend of Kaitlynne who was doing her a favour. Which was kind of the truth. "We like you. You good friend" it was decided.

The girls made space for Debbi at the counter and showed her a small locker where she could place her clothes. She quickly undressed and put on the skimpy bikini she had brought along as her costume for the night. "Is good bikini. Is weasel ?" asked the tall girl who had introduced herself as Ana. The other two were Masha and Megan. "Yes, Wicked Weasel" Debbi confirmed the brand. It was by far her skimpiest bikini and she had only got up the nerve to wear it on the final few days of her most recent holiday in Tenerife, where its' brevity was confirmed by the tan lines that were visible from where she had worn her other bikinis.

"It good for show. Boys not mind" Ana decided when Debbi mentioned the tan lines. She put on the blonde wig and set about touching up her own makeup. "Wig is good. Perverts not recognize you" Ana approved.