The Strip - Max

8 / Please!

The owner of Please! called Megan while we were packing our things to leave the motel and offered us all jobs at his club. Please! was a new strip club, similar to any other, but focused a lot more on private shows and customer fantasies than most. The main lounge was the same size as Busters, comfortably seating a couple hundred horny gawkers. But four large private lounges and twenty small suites brought it to more than double the capacity and kept a minimum of fifteen girls busy on its slowest nights.

"Welcome ladies," Tony, the owner of Please! said as we walked through the front door. "I am so happy that you decided to take me up on my offer. I had seen both of you perform and was hoping that you might have heard about my club and would have come to work for me sooner."

"Yeah, look where loyalty got us," Megan said, her voice dripping with disgust.

"I respect that. I really do. It's a quality I appreciate greatly. I believe there are a few of your colleagues that are also looking for new positions. I will take care of as many as I can. Your DJ, the one that cut off the microphone and walked out. He will be joining us as well. I believe he did an honorable thing, taking that man's voice away from him."

As we made our way through the club towards Tony's office, we were introduced to a never-ending list of names. Waitresses, bouncers, bar tenders, and of course, Pleasers! as Tony called them. We signed our contracts and got a full tour of the club's private suites and lounges. According to Tony, the private lounges were seventy-five percent booked up for shows for at least two months. I'm not sure what kind of corporations booked private lounges in a strip club, but those kinds of things were on the list alongside bachelor parties, birthdays, and divorce celebrations. Tony had already started adding our names to the roster before we had even walked in.

The changing room was a busy place, but three empty stations waited for us, and everything came to a halt when Tony introduced us to the other ladies. "You all have heard about the shit that happened at Busters last night. Well, that asshat's loss is our gain. I know you will all welcome Bridget, Natalie, and Megan. They will make great additions to our team. But, don't get too attached to Natalie, apparently she's moving very soon and will be going to work at Fantasia. Until then, she's got a home here with us."

A choir of voices welcomed us while half naked bodies wrapped ours in hugs. Our garment bags were taken and hung on racks. Locker doors were opened to receive the things we wanted to secure while we worked. Hushed whispers of "Fantasia" surrounded Nat while the ladies wrapped her in hugs. It felt like we belonged there all along.

"Ladies, one more thing I need to talk about. Naughty Club Magazine is doing reviews in Malbec and I'm told they are here this evening, and possibly throughout the week. We don't know, of all the faces you'll see in the club, which ones are there from the magazine. They may have booked a private lounge or maybe they are in the main lounge. They do have their people in to rate lap dances and extras, so it could be anyone anywhere. So, let's make an amazing impression."

Everyone seemed geared up to make the club look great. There was a certain energy in the room, and I couldn't help but smile. Tony continued, "Other clubs have duo performances but so far, we haven't done one. I think we have a great opportunity here with our new additions."

When Tony waved his hand through the air, sweeping past Me, Megan and Nat, I was worried he expected us to perform some sort of incest routine. The duo I had seen at Busters included a bit of girl-on-girl action throughout the routine. As much as I loved my aunt and cousin, I had no intention of making out with either of them, so forget about getting nasty. Tony looked us over and announced, "Bridget, meet Emerald—" he stepped towards a girl with long black and blonde, ombre coloured hair. You'll do a duo tonight but one like none of the other clubs have done. Six or seven songs with full on lesbian sex right there on the stage in the main lounge. Like, the music just plays and plays; who cares how many songs... You can stop dancing and just go at it. On stage, real orgasm. None of that faked shit like the girls in the other clubs."