You meet the other dancers.

Though you had of course hoped to be taken on as a dancer by the club, the speed with which the manager accepted and hired you means that the next hour or so before the club opens are a bit of a whirlwind of preperation. You manage to choose five music tracks that you have used before in dance assignments at the arts academy. You do not have pole dances ready for them of course, you have danced using a pole or similar prop a few times, but it was hardly an area you specialised in. With the manager's and sound guys readily given permission you cram in a little rehearsal before the club is due to open. Knowing the tracks well means you are familiar with the change in tempo and duration of them, but you need to calculate which moves can be fitted in to each segment. The time passes very quickly and though not one hundred percent content with the result you are able to work out a fifteen minute routine.

The other dancers begin to arrive, looking at you curiously as you improvise what you hope will be exciting moves on the pole. More bar staff, security and a number of waitresses also start to filter in. You are already attracting a deal of favourable interest just from the club's staff. Eventually the manager comes up and leans on the stage staring at you with a smile.

"Doors open in five Candy." Lou tells you. "Time for you to top up your make-up or powder your nose or whatever it is you girls do. I have put you down as slot four in the schedule. So you have about an hour from now before your first turn in front of the Johns. How's the nerves little darling?"

"A few butterflies Lou." You admit. "Not my first time in front of an audience, though this is different from what I am used to."

"Yeah I bet." Lou nods, not knowing just how different this all is for you. "The way you move I guess ballet or something is more your thing? Don't you worry kid, the guys watching will love you."

After getting directions to the changing area from Lou you head back there to wait until you are due to dance your first set. The other dancers are already back there. Sitting at make-up tables or chatting amongst themselves. You notice the chatter dies down as you come in and they turn to look at you.

"Hi, I'm Candy." You introduce yourself. "This is my first night, do I just grab any make-up station or do you each have your own?"

"We have to double up a bit Candy." A strawberry blonde answers. "Three stations and usually between four and six of us dancing. I'm Trudy by the way."

"Roxanne." This is spoken by a woman with long black hair wearing a stylised cheerleaders costume. "Saw you practicing, you sure got some moves blondie. You classically trained or something?"

"Modern dance, the academy of the arts." You confirm.

The two other girls present introduce themselves. Jasmine is oriental, though by her accent clearly raised in the US. Destiny is African-American, her hair exotically braided with brightly coploured beads. The braids are long, nearly touching her big round ass and must whip around nicely when she dances. She has a beer in one hand and what from the smell you guess to be a joint in the other. She comes over and gives you a hug before offering a toke on the joint.

"Nice to meet you Candy." Destiny greets you. "Always better to have five or six working a night. Gives us more time for the private shit. That is where the real cash is, you know with the extras."

Destiny mimes thrusting something into her mouth and pushes her tongue against the inside of her cheek in a crude resemblance of giving a blowjob. The other girls all laugh.

"I won't be doing that." You protest, feeling your cheeks go red and hot. "I just like to dance."

"No shit?" Destiny looks at you surprised. "Then you just what we needed here sister. You get them boys all hard and I'll rake in the cash emptying their sacks."