Stolen Angel

Chapter 24: Monique

Madison knew Frank wouldn't like her new job but she couldn't let him take care of her. She would just have to find a way to make sure he didn't find out. She started the very next night and she was nervous as hell. She walked to the club as slowly as possible trying to prolong the inevitable. She kept reminding herself that this was just a job she only needed to do it for a short time and then she could quit. Once the hiring had been done the girls had done a quick and dirty dance lesson with Shari to assess their skills and they'd gotten to try out the pole just for fun. They weren't expected to dance their first night tonight they would don costumes and serve drinks while observing the more experienced ones dance. Tomorrow would be another class and then tomorrow Madison Phillips would make her debut. She walked into the now crowded club she suddenly felt scared and overwhelmed there were so many men there and pretty soon they would be watching her. She went in the back and changed into a costume that Shari handed her skin tight red short shorts and a white men's collared shirt to be tied at her midriff revealing a black lace bra underneath. Madison looked at herself in the mirror perplexed as to why anyone would want to see this much of her.

"Listen up ladies," Shari called. Madison snapped back to reality and gathered around with the other girls. "So we like to give our girls stage names and personas it helps with gaining popularity with the clients and help to individualize you, trust me you make more money that way," she winked, "Ok Kathy you're name will be..."

Maddy tuned out trying to convince herself not to run out of the building right that second. "You need the money," she reminded herself.

"Madison." Maddy snapped back to attention. "You're a sophisticated, sexy, wordly Frenchwoman named 'Monique'. With your looks and that accent you'll be fine," Shari reassured her.

"But my accent's not French, it's..."

"Yeah yeah yeah just get out there kid."

Maddy closed her mouth and headed out to the floor. She went back to the bar. There was a man standing behind it with very tanned skin and big dark brown eyes. His hair was was slightly curly and came just below his ears. "Hey there little mama. You must be new," he said while continuing to make the drinks.

"How did you know?"

"Because I'd remember if I'd seen a pretty thang like you walkin' around here."

She blushed. "Yes I'm new."

"Aha! I knew I was right. The name's Jose."

"Monique," she said testing out her new persona.

He flashed her a huge grin, "Here darlin' why don't you take these drinks to that table right over there." He pointed. "There really good tippers especially if you bend over a little extra when you set the drinks down."

She nodded taking the tray from him. She walked very slowly in her extra high heels because she was sure the drinks would spill between the bar and the table. Fortunately they didn't and she made it all the way.

"Hey there sweetheart," said one of the men. They all looked to be about in their late 50's wearing business suits. It was still fairly early they might have come there straight from work. Madison imagined that they were big businessmen unwinding after a long day of trading stocks or prosecuting in courtrooms.

"What's your name," another asked.

"Monique, I'm new here. I'm from France," she added.

"Are those for us," another one asked.

Maddy realized she hadn't set the drinks down yet. "Of course." She bent over elongating her body and practically stretching over the lap of the man closest to her to set down the drinks. She knew the guys on the other side of the table had a great view of her cleavage as she leaned forward. Finally she stood back up, not quite sure of what to do next. "Can I get you anything else," she said imitating the waiters she'd seen at restaurants.

"Yes actually you can make sure that you'll be the one bringing the drinks to our table for the rest of the night," said the one closest to her slipping something in her shorts.

"I think I can do that." With that she turned around and headed back to the bar to give Jose back his drink tray. Once she got there she looked down at her shorts and took out a bill that the guy had stuck in there. It was a fifty dollar bill. Madison's eyes got wide.

"If you serve them all night long they'll keep giving you those each time you bring them drink," commented Jose nodding towards the money, "Like I said they're good tippers. Ready for some more?"  

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