Girl #3

"Would #3 stay?" You speak into the mic. The girls who weren't picked shoot the titless redhead dirty looks as they leave the room. "#3... please state your name."

"My name is Rose."

"Rose, do you know what type of dancing we do in this club?"

"I know that it's a burlesque show."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all Mr..."

"Mr. Doe. You have a very nice body, Rose. Would you step forward?" Rose steps forward. Her long legs move gracefully like a deer. Her body is long and lean though her legs make up much of her height. Rose's red hair is pulled back into a pony-tail but it appears long. Her breasts are very small and are only slight rises over her lean chest and flat toned stomach. Her skin is pale and freckled with freckles on her cheeks, arms and thighs.

"Mr. Doe? What do I need to get this job, I really NEED this job."

"Ms. Rose, I can assure you that this job will be yours, but you need to understand some things. When you'll be dancing, you're going to be taking off your clothes. So I'm going to need you to take off that leotard- but not yet. Also, you are going to be servicing out male patrons who take a shine to your dancing. So I'm going to fuck you in just a few minutes. Does any of this take away from your NEED of this job? Because there are three girls out there who would be happy to be called back in."