Yes, where you find you'll be dancing with another woman

Arriving at the strip joint you wince at it's seediness, but still **** a confident smile to your face as you enter.

"Hi, I'm here for the competition," you tell the man just inside the door. Big and burly he's obviously the bouncer, and looks you over with only a little interest. So little it drains a little of your confidence.

"Take these. Sign 'em where indicated, but don't take too long, your competition's about to start and you need wardrobe and make-up."

"Oh, but I already put on make-up..." you start to say, accepting the papers. He just waves you away and goes back to scanning the crowd.

Shrugging, you walk to the indicated door, putting a little extra strut in your step as you hear the hooting and hollering. At least, you think they're making all that noise for you. Not really wanting your bubble to be burst you pretend that it is.

"Ashley, at last!" a pink-faced Julie greets you, rushing forward. One look around tells you why she looks so flustered as you see numerous women in hardly anything preparing themselves.

"Julie," you smile in return, hoping she's happy to see you and not cross. "It took me a little longer to get here than I thought," you start to explain, but she shakes that off.

"Did you fill out the paperwork? No? Damn. Do that first so I can get out... I mean, so you can start getting ready."

"Okay," you nod, trying for a casualness, as if you were used to being in a room full of half-naked women. Locker-rooms prepared you only so much, but back then girls weren't putting on or taking off nipple tassels or clothes that revealed so much.

"We've decided... Andre's decided to pair each of the actresses with a stripper," Julie tells you as you start to read.

"What? But... Dancing with another woman?" you look up at her, aghast. Her cheeks turn even redder, if possible, and she motions toward the paperwork. Foregoing the reading you keep glancing up at her. "Why? I can't..."

"He says it'll show who really wants the part. Plus he has some thoughts of incorporating it into the script."

Grimacing, you cast a quick look around, initialling another box.

"I don't know how I feel about that. I mean, getting naked's one thing, but getting naked with another actress? That's not just another nude scene, it's more like a softporn scene."

Julie shrugs, steadfastly staring at the wall, and makes a circular motion with her hand you take to mean 'hurry up'. Doing so you finish signing every empty line and hand the papers to her. Your mouth has scarcely opened to continue protesting when she rushes out the room, clearly eager to be gone.

"Well well, my fresh meat has arrived," a voice drawls, and your shoulders slump.

Turning you stare at a woman who looks like she could be in movies herself. Pornographic ones, you're sure, but she's still an arresting sight. With eyebrows like Fergie, lips like Jolie, and breasts like Kim Kardashian, you're certain she's been under the knife to get the stern but seductive look she now boasts. Frankly, you find it a little intimidating, and you've just met her.

Plastering a smile on your face you stick out a hand. "Hi, I'm Ashley Campbell," you tell her, holding the pose until it becomes clear she has no interest in shaking. You blink at the snub but lower your hand. "Am I dancing with you?"

"Performing. Yes," she says, and starts to circle you, eyeing your outfit and body like you're a manniken. Finally she barks, "Strip!"

"Wh-what?"

"Aw, you didn't think you'd have to strip? Did you suck enough dicks that they said you would get the part? I said strip!"

Knowing that you'll have to strip to change anyway you still glare back at her for a few seconds before slipping out of your clothes. You just hope it's enough to establish that she can't push you around, and that you're going to be the boss, not her.