Leather and Lace (Purdy Porn short story)

Bambi

"Okay, you've got this. No worries, they're just guys. Just guys... They won't even know who you are! You're wearing a mask for heavens sakes!"

I huffed as I leaned on the bathroom sink and stared into my own reflection. Everyone says I look like a deer, an innocent doe.  I even have long brown hair and innocent, big brown eyes.  Guys always seemed to stare wherever I went, I asked my guy friend once why they did it, he claims guys like innocent girls. He followed that with a comment on my body figure, "Guys love that hour glass shape," he had claimed. What the hell does a gay guy know about what men like in women?

I groaned and kicked the cabinet then swore as tears filled my eyes,"Stupid cabinet! " I bounced out of the bathroom holding my poor, bare, foot.

" What was that?!" My roommate, Devin, shouted from the living room.

"I kicked the cabinet! " I whined and shuffled to my room.

"Idiot," I heard him mumble.

I pouted and began to sift through my closet for clothes. I had gone out and bought all new lingerie and clothes for the club. I made Devin go with me, I mean come on, I couldn't go in to that many sex stores alone. What if they thought I was a slut?

" I don't have to change until I'm there, right?" I murmered to myself and nodded grabbing a small bag and shoved a few items in it. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, why was this so complicated?  Why did I join at such a weird time?

I groaned and drug my clothes on then back to the bathroom I went. I pulled my long hair into a wavey ponytail before applying some sparkly black and silver eye makeup. I added a shade of deep red lip stick and grabbed the lace and silk mask off the counter.

" Devin, I'm leaving," I shouted as I walked towards the door. 

"Later babe," he giggled.  I rolled my eyes as I stepped outside. Gay boys.

I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder and began to walk down the quiet street. As I walked the same thoughts as earlier began to parade around my mind. I was so nervous. Did everyone go through this? I'm only a waitress, I've done that before, it's how I got through college.  But waitressing as a strip club? Ashley promised it was safe, he said they didn't tolerate bull shit in his club. 

I bit my lip as the club came into view. There was already a huge line waiting to get in,  mostly men but even a few women and groups of people.

"Oh gosh," I breathed and ran around the back. My heart was racing already.

A girl let me in through the back and lead me to the changing room. There were girls everywhere. There had to be fifty or more.

"You can get ready down there," she said and pointed to an empty table. "We open in 20 minutes, be ready." 

I nodded quickly and scurried to my table. Changing reminded me a lot of high school locker rooms, half naked girls everywhere.

I sighed and changed into a silky black thong then slid on black fishnets and a short black skirt. I had to get one of the other girls to help me with the black and crimson corset. When I was done I tied on the masquerade style mask and stepped back. Even with five inch heels I was still short.

I smiled shyly as I turned and marched out to the bar. People were filling the club quickly, girls and a few guys stood in cages around the room, on the main stage there was three girls wearing almost nothing dancing to a rock song.

" Let's go rookie!" A guy behind the bar shouted. I blushed and nodded shuffling out onto the floor. 

The night lasted forever it seemed. All of the workers had masks and even most of the customers. It was kind of like a sultry, sexy masquerade ball. The amount of girls being swept off into back rooms was outrageous, yet there was always another girl to take her place.