A thank you to Goddess Sunshine for editing this chapter.
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Jasmine heard the front door open, and her roommate Eden walked in balancing several shopping bags and boxes in her arms. Jasmine rushed to help her put them on the kitchen table. Looking over all the loot, Jasmine just shook her head. She knew exactly how her roommate and good friend could afford to buy lots of new clothes and shoes, pay her bills, and still save over $100 a week.
Eden had been trying to convince her to come work at the Eye Candy Gentleman's Club where she danced as a stripper, or, as she preferred, an 'exotic dancer'.
However, Jasmine just couldn't bring herself to take her clothes off on stage. She didn't judge her friend, but knew it wasn't for her. Yet she was struggling to even pay her student loan on her wages at the law firm.
"You know, I can try to get you a job at the club as a hostess/waitress if you want. The pay wouldn't be what you'd make stripping, but it beats the hell out of what you're making now." Without waiting on a response Eden turned on her heels and headed into her room to make space in her closet for her new loot.
The temptation started working on Jasmine. She needed the money badly . . . . and it's not like she'd be showing her tits. After her debts were paid, she could get a different job. Perhaps she could save for the down payment on a modest house.
Jasmine confidently marched into Eden's room and stated, "Ok, sign me up."
"Wow, really? Ok, ok you got it, girl. It'll be ok, I promise you!" Eden replied with excitement and quickly started pulling out corsets and micro skirts for her friend to try on.
The following Wednesday night was Jasmine's first night. She crossed her fingers. Eden told her Wednesdays were a good night to start. She also advised her, the more bling the better. So, at Eden's prodding Jasmine decorated her hair with glittering tinsel to draw attention. She added a Swarovski crystal tie necklace, dangling crystal earrings, and a huge rhinestone bracelet, hoping that customers would be able to pick her out from orbit. The outfit the two girls settled on was an extremely short black micro skirt, fishnet stockings, black heels and a black and gold corset that pushed her breasts up towards her chin!
During the day, Jasmine was a refined receptionist for an A-rated law firm. However, today-- rather, tonight-- was her first time working at the Eye Candy Gentleman's Club. The culture shock was massive, and even though she had worn far less clothing on a beach, she strangely felt so much more exposed in her current naughty outfit. She was excited as she walked the tables, and the lustful glances she received was empowering. The music was loud, and the bass was a constant thumping.
Her first $20 came easily.
The customers seemed nice at first, but she quickly discovered their attention, sometimes unwanted, could be overwhelming. Many of the guys "shooed" her away the second the drinks hit the table. Many got grabby and demanded lap dances. Pervs were a norm, the dreaded "crotch grabber" was there, and a few apparent regulars turned creepy on her. A cocky man in a business suit threw $20 at her for refusing to show him her tits! Jasmine was surprised at how forward the club-goers could be with the servers. She had come in assuming that they would be totally focused on the dancers.
Jasmine met a few dancers; some were very friendly while others were total bitches. She also learned the strip club drink con and was recruited to help the strippers use it at least a dozen times. The overwhelming rule that was recited was, "they are not men they are 'dollar signs'.
By the end of the night, Jasmine had come away with $435 in tips... not bad for her first night!
Friday night, however, was MUCH busier, and Jasmine was going crazy. As she prepared to pick up the latest round of drinks, she noticed a guy sitting alone at a corner table. These tables were known as the 'perv' tables because they were regularly occupied by married men who were there to get off. These same guys were usually tight wads because they were hiding the funds from their wives!
This guy immediately seemed different than the rest. Jasmine had been repeatedly warned not to see them as men but as dollar signs. He was well groomed, handsome, and appeared extremely confident but in a humble sort of way...
Jasmine snapped herself out of that dangerous thought process.
"Dollar signs," she reminded herself.
The guy held up his hand as she served an adjacent table. She deftly walked with one foot in front of the other to make her hips sway as if she was a model on the catwalk. He said hello and ordered a beer. His voice, oh my . . . it took Jasmine's breath away. She walked to the bar and could feel his eyes on her. She got his beer from the bar and brought it to him again with her "catwalk strut". He paid her and asked her what her name was.
Her voice shook as she squeaked out, "Jasmine."
He asked her if she would sit with him. "No sir. I'm just the... I mean, I serve the drinks. Here, let me get one of the strippers for you."
She ran to find Eden
Eden saw her friend's blushed cheeks and dilated eyes. "OH NO, girl! DOLLAR SIGNS!"
Eden put her game face on and immediately went over to work her magic on the new prey. On cue, Jasmine came to them and asked, "Would you care to buy the lady a cocktail?"
The con was that the stripper would order a $12.00 drink and the bartender would not put any alcohol in it. He responded with a full and sexy smile, "Only if I can buy you one, too."
Eden exclaimed, "Great! We both want Sex on the Beach."
