Faye's first performance

"Alright. I don't know what to do." Faye said, her stomach fluttering. Tiffany was sliding on a tight red dress over her buxom frame. She grinned at Faye.

"Just go out there and look nervous, and sit in the chair. I'll do the rest." She said. "The table on middle left tips well, so show them the goods first." The song ended, and a petite Latino girl slid passed them holding an armload of discarded clothes. "Remember, big movements, big reactions. The people in the back won't see unless you overact it. Okay, get ready," she said. Faye's heart was pounding. "Oh, what's your name? The announcer needs to know."

"What? I don't..." she said.

"Nevermind. We'll go with Rose." Tiffany said, just as the song started, Poison's "Every Rose has its Thorn." Tiffany popped her head out, and told the announcer.

"Ladies and gentlemen for your entertainment, please welcome Olivia and, in her very first performance...Rose!" Faye took a deep breath, and walked out from behind the curtain. She stopped, seeing what seemed like 100 sets of eyes on her. The lights made it hard to make out individuals. She smiled, and walked over to the chair that was sitting by the pole. She sat down, and waited. Tiffany followed, and got a roaring ovation. Faye looked back at her over her shoulder. She was walking slowly, swaying her hips.

She twirled on the pole, sauntered around for a moment, and finally approached Faye. She reached her hand out slowly, placing it on her shoulder. Faye tensed up as she walked behind her, running her hand along face. She was very slow, very calm. Her light touches on Faye's face and neck. The music swelled, and she turned to the crowd. With a slow, swaying motions, she pulled her dress down to her waist, which got cheers immediately. Faye followed her with her eyes as she stepped back behind her. She felt Tiffany's huge breasts on her shoulders as she rubbed herself up and down. "Get ready to arch your back and spread your legs" Tiffany whispered.

Tiffany's hands hooked either side of Faye's shirt, and slowly slid it down her shoulders. The fabric caught briefly on her puffy nipples before finally giving way, exposing her breasts to the cheers of the crowd. Tiffany grabbed them, squeezing them together. Faye arched her back, and quickly spread her legs in the direction of the big tipper's table. Tiffany pulled the top over her head, and and straddled her. Faye's face was quickly buried in her firm, large breasts. She hooked the edges of Tiffany's dress, and lifted it off of her, leaving the blonde naked and writhing all over her.

"Good, good. Time to get some tips. Remember, they can only touch you if you let them, and nothing too raunchy outside of the VIP room." she said, sliding her body down so she was kneeling between Faye's legs. Faye ran her hands over her exposed body, biting her finger as Tiffany whirled, crawling on her hands and knees. She turned back around, dozens of bills in her teeth, and motioning for her to come closer. Faye stood up, and walked over to her. Tiffany's hands slid up her legs, and yanked her skirt down to her ankles. Faye kicked it away how she thought a stripper would, and blushing badly, squatted down, spreading her legs for everyone to see before taking the money with her own teeth. She could see the crowd better. They were almost all old enough to be her Grandfather, some older than that. A man was holding up a $10 bill. Tiffany nodded.

Faye walked over to him, men scrambling to give her bills. She knelt down, taking hold of it. He held it, waiting. She smiled, and let arched her back so his hand was between her soft, pale breasts. He smiled, and let her have the bill. She repeated the routine all the way around the table. One of the men from the big tipper's table held up a $20. She crawled over to him, and reached behind his neck. Slowly, she drew his wrinkled face forward until she felt his stubbly skin on her breasts. He slid his hands up her sides as she arched her back, running her hands up his forearms, plucking the bill from him. He smiled up at her as she stood, just as the song had ended. The crowd was cheering and whistling as they gathered their clothes. "Ladies and Gentlemen, wow! Lets here it for Olivia and Rose!" the announcer said, claps and whistles following them as they slipped back behind the curtain.

Faye was shaking. She couldn't believe she'd just done that. She looked down, and quickly counted the bills. "83 dollars for one song..." she thought. Tiffany hugged her, smiling widely. "That wasn't so bad..." Faye said.

"Not bad, but the real money is for private dances. Hundred bucks for twenty minutes, and of course many of them are willing to pay more once the door is shut." Tiffany said, squeezing into her next costume. "So, what do you want to do? Head back on stage with me or see if anyone wants a private show?"

Faye bit her lip, suddenly becoming nervous again.