Billy wants a private dance

Mary had been backstage for a handful of seconds before the foul-mouthed manager found her. She'd just succeeded in counting her earnings and putting them in her purse, and was halfway to getting dressed before he came up behind her; she yelped, still wearing only her panties (having taken her mask off) and crossed her arms over her boobs again. She was starting to feel like one of those egyptian mummies, with how much time she seemed to spend with her arms like that.

"New girl!" he said. "You've been hired. Don't pack up and leave just yet."

"I've... what?" she squeaked.

"Are you fucking deaf?" he said. "Private room. You. Paying customer. Don't bother putting the dress back on."

"What?!" Mary squealed. "I didn't agree to that, I just wanted to get money from going on stage, not..."

"You work here don't you?" he said. "They're well-paying regulars, I'm not going to go and say one of my girls got cold feet. You're going to go in, pay them a visit, lose those panties, do whatever shit you think passes for dancing. Then you can get dressed and go, and not a second before."

She stared at him, disbelieving. He didn't blink.

It was meant to be over. She'd managed to summon up enough willpower to put herself through that humiliating ordeal again because she'd though that would be it, a little public nudity which she could promptly forget about. She'd exposed herself to her foster family, because she'd thought that would be all!

This had been an awful decision all around. Mary swallowed, nervously reaching back for her mask. She didn't want to walk past Billy or anyone in the main club.

"If... if I have to," she stammered. "Then I go!"

She walked quickly through the club, jumping at each stray hand she felt, hurrying with her arms over her boobs. She risked only a couple of glances towards the table and stage; someone in a Wonder Woman costume was on stage now, thankfully meaning no one was looking towards her or making eye contact. thankfully it did seem like Billy and the rest had gone.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then reached the door to the private room and hesitated. She took a deep breath, trying to pysch herself up.

If she could just get through this, she could forget about ever coming back to this place.

She pushed the door open, and froze as she saw the four sitting on the couch. The four who'd paid for a private striptease from her. Yep, that was definitely Billy, Freddy, Eugene and Darla, all waiting. She blushed instantly, faltering in the doorway.

Oh god no.

Every time she thought she'd been through the most humiliating time of her life, it always found a way to get worse. She trembled in the doorway, forgetting to move in, too busy dreading the idea of what she was expected to do.

"Hey there! Come on in," Freddy said, as ever thinking he was smooth.

Mary swallowed. Remembering how strict the manager was though, she had to obey, taking a step inside and reluctantly flashing her boobs again as she closed the door behind her.

Being in an enclosed space was somehow more humiliating than being out in the open, when she had this little on. It felt so much more... intimate, personal, and definitely unlike any situation where she wanted to take her clothes off. But here she was anyway, wearing only her panties and the mask and burning with humiliation.

"I'm telling you, she looks like Mary!" Billy said. "Look at her!"

"No way, what would Mary be doing here?" Eugene said.

"Where's your glitter?" Darla supplied. "All the other girls have glitter. You should get glitter."

Mary just about managed to suppress a whimper. The absolute worst thing that could happen now would be if they realized who she was. She could barely cope with her little brothers already having seen her as good as naked, but if they knew they'd seen her, if they knew it was her, that she'd done this...

She froze like a deer in headlights.

"No, look," Freddy said. "Hey, you, what's your name?"

A name! Why hadn't she thought of a name? She wore the Lady Shazam dress, so- no! She couldn't say Shazam, her transforming would give it away, so that left...

"S... Sparkle!" she managed.

"Haven't seen you before, Sparkle," Freddy said.

"I'm... I'm new," she said. Well, it wasn't a lie. Wait. "You come here a lot?"

"When we can," Freddy said cheerfully. "Our sister gives us spending money sometimes. Boobs are worth it."

Wait, that was why they'd run out of cash? Mary opened her mouth to object, then swallowed. No, just go with it, she could come up with another story for how she found that out later.

"Don't tell her that!" Billy said.

"Why not?" Freddy said. "Just because she has black hair doesn't make her Mary."

She never thought she'd be grateful for Freddy's need to insist he was in charge. Just so long as they didn't find out, she'd be happy.

"I'll prove it," Freddy said. "She's a stripper, right? Mary would never do that would she? Hey, Sparkle! We hired you to dance didn't we?"

Mary's eyes widened. Right, that was why she'd come in her. To take off the last vestige of clothing she had on, to expose herself utterly to her foster siblings. This couldn't be happening to her!