Stolen Angel

Chapter 23: Flesh

He directed her to the front door but then went back to his spot on the sidewalk. She continued inside until she saw a small group of girls standing in front of three people who looked like they were in charge. "Hi, you can come and fill out an application their on the table and then join the other girls on stage," said a blonde woman with dark blue eyes. She looked to be in her 30s and she was in really good shape.

Madison hesitated still not exactly sure what she was applying for but it was a job so she would just go with it, she could always turn it down later. She sat in one of the plush chairs that surrounded the stage in a semi-circle and took the application along with a clipboard and pen. She began to fill it out as best she could. The she handed it back to the woman and joined the other girls onstage.

"Alright ladies let's begin," said the blonde, "First off my name is Shari. I'm the choreographer/trainer and psuedo-caretaker here at Flesh. I basically teach the girls everything they need to know, help with picking out songs, and with helping you learn how to dance to your best ability if you need help. This is Max," she said pointing to a salt-n-pepper-haired man sitting in the seats in front of us, "He's the owner and this lovely lady is Lori." The other woman was a thin mousy brunette. "Lori is the manager, should you end up working for us she will make your schedules and hand out paychecks so you'll want to be extra nice to her." Some of the girls laughed. "We also have Jin, the man stationed outside, as the club's promoter, several rotating djs, and several security personnel as well. Alright so let's see how you girls move."

"Um...excuse me," Madison interrupted. Shari turned her attention. "I was just wondering what exactly this is for. Jin just said you all were looking for dancers but I'm not a professional. I don't want to waste your time if that's what you're looking for."

Shari chuckled. "I told Jin to stop tricking girls to come in here. This is a strip club honey, a very upscale, classy, safe strip club, "she added quickly, "You don't need to be a professional dancer you just have to know how to move."

"Stripping," Maddy repeated horrified, "As in taking off my clothes in front of people."

"That's right. If you aren't interested anymore we understand you can leave, although I should tell you that if you stay I think you'll be very pleased. A pretty girl like you could make a lot of money. The dark hair, pretty blue eyes, perfect complexion. You're mysterious and sexy but with a air of innocence as well. Men would just eat you up. You could probably earn a thousand easy."

"A week," I asked my eyes getting wide.

She chuckled again. "No sweetie a night."