The director tells you to take them off

"Now the panties, please," Julie says, but your eyes are fixed on the sizable bulge in front of you.

With an effort of will and sinuous movements you inch the lacy panties down your hips, swivelling away to show your butt as you peel them down, teasing the panel with your taut buttocks before letting them go. Your clenched thighs hold the frilly lace up as you start to rotate toward them, but a slight parting of your legs lets the last protection of your modesty fall to your feet.

Lifting one leg after another you free yourself from the scrap of cloth, momentarily hiding your well-trimmed blonde pubic hair from view before turning toward them uncertainly.

"Lap dance," the director croaks, making you blink in surprise and trepidation. You're not positive, but you think the others might've been surprised by the request as well.

You're not quite sure you're ready to go that far for the sake a job, broke or not...