Yes

You decide to give this new gentleman's club gig a shot. You try on an outfit that aligns with Tim's request. You pull out these cute 3 inch pink heels that you wore once for a wedding. I thought about Tim's outfit hard and do your best to please him.

You're nervous about falling, but it's something you got to get used too. On the bottom, I chose a short pink and white plaid school girl skirt. Underneath, is a tiny white cotton thong white a tiny pink heart covering my fully shaved and Brazilian waxed pubic area. My skirt and thong sort of match, which I like. On top, I have a short and super tight white and pink "Powerpuff Girls" cropped tank with spaghetti straps covering a thin, white bra. I put my hair up in pigtails and applied makeup to my face. A puff of perfume and I think I'm ready. You put on a long trench coat so not to draw attention to your attire, and enter your car.

As you pull up to the club, you begin to feel butterflies in your stomach. You take a deep breath, touch up your makeup and enter the establishment. The same bouncer as yesterday gives me a nob and points towards a room down the hall. I enter what looks like a mini high-school locker room. I place my purse and coat off in one of the lockers and head for the door.

As I leave the women's locker room I connect eyes with Tim. He's much better dressed today then yesterday, sporting a blue suite, thick chains and a Rolex watch. He stares me up and down, undressing me with his eyes. That same creepy smirk from yesterday reemerges. He says, "hmm, give me a spin." I give a quick twirl then look back in his eyes, desperately seeking a sign of approval. Tim smiles and says, "now that's type of Asian baby we wanna fuck. You're on first. You got 3 minutes to make the guys out there want to cum in you. Remember, you're their little Asian sensation. Now go." As I turn towards the door to the main stage, Tim give me a hard slap on my butt under my skirt and says, "get 'em hoe."

I practiced my song all last night and even worked on a routine. I used YouTube to find dances and received tips from Ashely. I will follow Tim's directions and act stereotypical submissive Asian while I do my dance. As I walk on the stage, the lights dim, a spotlight shines on me and the song, "put it in my mouth" begins to play.

There are maybe a dozen people here sitting against the stage. Closest to the entrance are two black men in their 20's who are dressed like inner-city rappers. A few seats down is a middle aged white business man. Towards the of the stage is an old man likely in his late 60's, wearing slacks and a button down shirt. He's sitting next to and a young nerdy white guy wearing basic jeans and an old navy shirt. Next is a muscular, short blue haired Caucasian women who appeared to be in her early 30's wearing cut off jean shorts and a Metallica t-shirt. Her body was filled with tattoos and piercings. She had her arm around a short, skinny, long haired, clean cut, attractive yet nervous Hispanic girl who appeared around 20 years old. At the very end is Mr. Willington, the boss who insulted me at the start of yesterday's interview.

I notice all eyes on me as I sing along to the song, swaying my tiny body on stage as I sing. I slowly walk on stage and sing along, "put it in me mout". I use both hands to point to my mouth and continue, "me mada fuckin mout." I lower my left hand to lift my skirt, revealing my cotton panties. I point my right hand at my pussy, sway my hips back and forth and make sure to make eye contact with each guy. I point towards the heart on my panties as I continue singing along, "you ca eat ma-out".

I slowly try out some of the moves that I learned from TicTok on the pole. I spin and dance. Somehow I survive. I look around and notice every single guys is throwing money at me, including Mr. Willington. This is fucking hot. Every single one of them wants to fuck me and I know it. I get deep into my dance, trying to excite each and every one of the guests. I have about a minute left and almost ran out of ideas when one of the guys screams, "let me see those little titties".

I nervously smile as I slowly raise my shirt over my head, exposing my white bra. the guys whistle at me and I begin to blush. I slowly unstrap my brap and let it fall to the floor. The entire room erupts in cheers and whistles. I see the entire floor blanketed with $1's and $5's. The song ends on cue and the crowd continues to cheer. I collect my money and head back stage.

Phew. Wow. I never thought it would be this exhilarating! I don't have time to celebrate or count my money just yet. The way the club works is that after you finish with your three minute song, you have a minute to relax. Next, you go around and try have the men purchase a private dance. Each dance costs the men $40 plus tips, and I get half the money, so finding the right man is critical.

Who do you approach?