Chapter 2-Rookie When I got back to the dorm I went to see Carrie, my RA friend (and experienced dancer) to tell her I’d gotten the job, and to ask what I should do to prepare for my debut that evening. She asked me how many sets I was supposed to dance, and how long each set was. I told her what Bill had said, with six girls dancing sets of three songs, it worked out to about one set an hour, and about six or seven sets for the night. Carrie told me I’d probably want to take at least six outfits to dance in, as I’d feel better if I had a fresh costume for each set. I had a drawer full of panties, so I put half a dozen pairs of cute ones in the bag, along with a few cute tops I had. I found an old pair of jeans and cut them down to the tiniest pair of “Daisy Dukes” I had ever seen, so short that the pockets flapped in the breeze and there was nothing much between my legs but the seam. I wasn’t sure what else to take, so Carrie loaned me a plaid skirt and a white blouse for a “schoolgirl” costume, which she said would bring tons of tips. She asked what the dressing room was like, and if there was someplace to wash or freshen up. I told her I hadn’t even thought to ask. She rolled her eyes and said “Well you’d better take plenty of deodorant, and some perfume too, you might need a “French Bath” if there’s no place to wash up!” I followed her instructions and packed everything she said in a sport bag I dug out of the closet. She told me the most important thing would be my choice of shoes. “No matter how cute they are, if your shoes aren’t comfortable they’ll kill you!” I picked a couple of pairs I thought would be suitable, and she told me to take a pair of sneakers too, just in case. “They may look stupid, Çekmeköy escort but you can at least wear them to walk around in if you get blisters from the dance shoes”. She also gave me a pair of saddle shoes for the schoolgirl costume, and said I could keep them, as they didn’t fit her very well. She gave me a pair of white knee socks to complete the outfit. I tried to take a nap, because I’d be at the bar until closing, but I couldn’t sleep. I had always been an exhibitionist, and in High School I had found plenty of opportunities to indulge myself at parties, but the prospect of stripping naked and exposing everything I had to the gaze of a barroom full of strange men was so exciting I couldn’t keep my hands off of myself. My fingers stayed busy between my legs all afternoon. When I got to the bar at 7:00, I went to the office to check in. Bill wasn’t there. Instead, a tough looking woman named Ronnie greeted me. her blonde hair and deep tan, as well as several visible tats, told me that like Bill, she was a biker. She had a “seen it all” look on her face, but I found that she was really friendly, much like Bill. I suspected they were more than business partners, but didn’t ask. Ronnie put my name on the set list last, because I hadn’t danced before, and she said it would give me a chance to see how it all worked. She showed me to the “dressing room”, such as it was, which turned out to be not much more than a small storeroom in the ladies room. There were four other girls already there, two of them already dressed to dance and the other two still in street clothes. Ronnie introduced me to the other girls, who all greeted me and made me feel at ease. There was LuAnne, Gebze escort bayan who was a cute blonde, about my age and like me, on the skinny side. Cathy C, had waist long black hair with a purple streak. She was tall and willowy, with impressive boobs. I guessed they had been “augmented”, and later on she confirmed it. I couldn’t guess her age. She looked like she was in her early 20s, but had an air about her that made her seem older. She went by “Cathy C” because there was another girl still to come, named “Kathy K” and evidently the others were not surprised that she was late. Shaniqua was a short, solid (NOT fat) Black girl about 20, also with a formidable chest. Finally there was “Flame”. I never knew her real name, but the reason she called herself Flame was obvious, she had shoulder long red hair, frosted blonde, and it really did resemble flames. She also had a tight, athletic body adorned with flame tattoos. She presented quite a spectacle. Shaniqua and LuAnne went out to the bar, as Shaniqua was up on the platform first and Luanne next. Cathy, Flame and I all changed into our costumes. I put on my Daisy Dukes, a thin purple halter top that complimented my boobs and allowed my nipples to show through, and the borrowed red shoes. As we completed our makeup, Ronnie came in and told us we’d be the only five dancers that night, as she had just fired Kathy K, after catching her turning a trick in a van in the parking lot. Evidently Bill and Ronnie had been on to her for some time, and the other girls didn’t act surprised. When we went out to the bar I saw that it had filled up quite a bit. Most of the bar seats were filled, as were many of the tables, and there Escort Şerifali was a group of guys around the pool table. I noticed several things that I hadn’t expected. I was no stranger to stripping and showing myself off to groups of guys, but I had only done it at private parties, usually for guys I knew. In the bar, guys acted much different. At the parties, they whooped and hollered and goofed around, the way women act at a Chippendale show. At Benny’s, they were very different, They watched the dancers, but there was no yelling or whooping. If they made any comments, they were spoken to each other quietly. Occasionally a guy would hold up a dollar, and the dancer (LuAnne in this case) would step across the gap between the platform and bar with one leg, and let the customer stick the tip into her garter, but most of the men held onto their tips until the dance set was finished, and the dancer would get off the platform, and then still naked, climb up and crawl around the bar, stopping in front of each man and spreading her legs to collect a tip from almost every guy at the bar. Shaniqua was working her way along the bar as I took a seat and waited my turn, and I could overhear enough to understand that she was trying to get someone to have a lap dance (Lap dances cost twenty dollars, and were split with the bar) I sipped a Sprite as I watched the others get up in turn and dance their strip set, and then crawled the bar for their tips. Finally it was my turn. When I got up, Cathy was crawling the bar, and LuAnne and Flame were both back at the Easy chairs getting ready to bestow lap dances on a couple of guys. I checked myself in the mirror that covered one wall, and decided that I would do. I hadn’t chosen my own songs, as I didn’t really know much of what was in the jukebox, but Shaniqua helped me out and picked out three good dance tunes, and I was on my way! I didn’t try to do any fancy moves, just undulated to the music, and turned slowly to make eye contact all the way around the bar.