This story follows on from 'Pandora's Box: Chapter 1a'
Pandora's Box
Increased traffic meant that the drive downtown took slightly longer, and Dani parked up just before 10PM. Getting out, she was amazed by how much the street had transformed since her earlier visit.
The bars and clubs around Pandora's Box had lit up with both colours and activity -- bright electric and neon signs flashed from every angle and Saturday night revellers flooded the pavement and road. Cars and taxis honked their horns loudly and repeatedly as they slowly crawled past the people and buildings. The charged flow of a thousand conversations buzzed from every side as Dani swiftly made her way to her destination, enjoying the fresh warm breeze against her skin. Talking, shouting, laughing, and hooting filled the air, and the distant tinny drum of music spilled out of every open door.
Pandora's Box, however, was just as unassuming as ever compared to its surroundings. The only things that had changed were the front entrance, which now stood wide open, and the addition of a line of stanchions linked by red velvet ropes, behind which an impossibly long queue of people stretched down the length of the building and past the side alleyway.
Two tall bouncers, built like professional wrestlers and dressed in tuxedos, flanked the entrance, whilst a third paced down the queue with a clipboard. Dani remembered what Martine had said about the bouncers choosing who got to go in.
With an air of confidence, Dani strutted up to the two bouncers at the door. They both raised their eyebrows at her approach but didn't move otherwise -- she knew they weren't about to body a 5'7' college girl, although Dani could tell by their expressions that they weren't likely to just let her in without a good reason, no matter how hard she flirted with them.
"Evening there, miss. Can we help at all?"
"Hi," Dani said brightly, "I'm here for a trial shift. I have this." She reached into her bag and fished out Alma's card, handing it to the bouncer on the right. He looked at the card, turned it over, then looked to his companion.
"Keep an eye on her. I'll be right back." He disappeared into the club.
"He'll be right back," the remaining bouncer repeated to Dani. "Please wait here."
"Sure thing babe," Dani grinned flirtatiously at him. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but something about the energy of the street and its people was infectious. She felt supercharged, like she was about to delve into a world only a handful of people had the privilege of knowing. The corners of the bouncer's mouth curled upwards in a small smile at Dani's comment, but he otherwise said nothing.
"So, do you have to stand here all night?"
"Until 1AM, yes."
"Neat. Are you gonna watch the show?"
The bouncer laughed. "Nope, I'll be going home."
"That's a real shame," Dani simpered, cocking her head and playing with her hair. When the bouncer gave no reaction other than smiling and looking back at the queue, she took a step closer and "subconsciously" adjusted her bra, deliberately making her big soft tits bob gently. She looked away as she did it but saw the bouncer turn his gaze back to her out the corner of her eye. She smirked as she looked back and he quickly turned away again.
The first bouncer then returned, gesturing in the doorway for Dani to follow him. "Right this way miss."
Dani bounded up the stairs, brushing her hand against the other bouncer's arm as she passed. "Have a good night," she winked.
They passed through a set of double doors into a spacious foyer, reminiscent of a glitzy theatre. Large red curtains hung from the walls along with dozens of decorated golden picture frames. The lighting was low but, moving closer, Dani could make out all sorts of photographs within them: famous actors, music stars, and others in the most ridiculous poses and outfits; a drag queen dressed in a flamboyant peacock feather dress; and strippers lined up in black and white along a stage.
A small alcove with a desk stood at the end of the room, between two sets of Art Deco double doors and underneath a mezzanine with two red carpeted staircases leading to it. A blonde woman in her late 20s stood behind the desk chatting to none other than Alma, who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded. Upon spotting Dani, she smiled and walked forwards.
"Look who it is! Glad to see you here Dani."
"Thanks," Dani beamed.
"I'll take it from here Victor," Alma said to the bouncer -- he nodded and immediately retired back outside. She turned to Dani. "So, what do you think so far?"
"It's electric outside! You can feel how excited everyone is, the energy is amazing!"
"It gets even better later once the show starts. What about you, you seem exhilarated."
"I am! Believe it or not."
Alma laughed. "I do believe it. You must be a little nervous too though."
"A little, yes."
"Don't worry, it happens to everyone. It'll pass once you get going."
They had reached the alcove by this point, and the blonde woman behind the desk smiled at Dani.
"This is Lucy," Alma said. "She looks after the cloakroom -- she also has your uniform."
"Here." Lucy passed across a small pile of clothes to Dani. "They should fit perfectly but let me know if they don't. You'll also need to keep your bag here for the duration of your shift."
"Can I at least keep my phone?" Dani asked anxiously. She didn't like leaving it behind, and had also hoped to try and snap a few pictures on it.
"Afraid not. House rules. Don't worry, it's all perfectly safe here. Besides, your uniform has no pockets, so unless you plan on stashing it in your bra there's nowhere to put it anyway."
Somewhat reluctantly, Dani passed her bag over to Lucy.
"Good girl," Alma smiled. "There's a changing room over there. I'll wait here for you."
Dani nodded and headed for the changing room, passing through a set of heavy double doors. She expected to see other waitresses but was a little relieved to see that the room was empty. It was as luxurious and well-furnished as both the larger dressing room and Alma's office, with the same orange glow. A large dresser covered the far wall, covered in more beauty products than Dani had ever seen. As she placed her uniform on a bench, she paused to take a couple of deep breaths. The butterflies had returned yet again, and she did her best to quash them.
"It's just a waitress job," she reassured herself, as she removed her trainers and socks. "You've done this before. It's no different from Hooters."
Dani then carefully removed her halter crop top, successfully doing her best not to smudge or ruin her makeup, before unbuttoning her denim shorts and sliding them down her smooth, tanned legs. Now only in her red bra and panties, she placed her clothes carefully in their own neat pile on the bench.
Dani started with the pantyhose -- she had worn almost exactly the same thing at Hooters and stepped into the garment, rolling it expertly up her legs and pulling it up tight. It stopped about two inches below her belly button.
Next, she grabbed the black vinyl miniskirt and stepped into it, pulling it up her long legs and over her hips and butt. It was actually shorter than it looked, and tighter too, but not uncomfortably so, and it fit perfectly over the pantyhose.
After that was the black vinyl corset top. It was less versatile than her halter top, and Dani took great care pulling it on, conscious of her makeup again. Successful, she adjusted it and put her arms through the thin spaghetti straps. The top didn't quite cover her entire torso, instead stopping about an inch above her belly button.
Lastly, Dani took a seat on the bench and slid into the heels, strapping them on tightly. She didn't wear heels terribly often, but her balance was good enough, and her previous experience wearing them substantial enough, that she felt confident pulling them off. Standing up, Dani turned to the long, wall-mounted mirror on her right and paused to inspect her look. She liked what she saw.
The top fit well, and the V-neck and tightness of it made her large tits pop out enough to grab attention, but not in an overly obscene manner. She also liked that the bottom of the top didn't quite touch the waistline of the skirt, leaving a small gap in which her navel and toned midriff were exposed. Turning to the side, Dani grinned as she saw the way the skirt accentuated her bubble butt, curving around it tightly and making it pop out clearly.
She took a couple of practice walks, strutting like a catwalk model towards the mirror from the far side of the room -- she giggled to herself, feeling like a total sex kitten as her hips swayed sensuously from side to side and her boobs jiggled gently in their vinyl confinements. The heels made her look taller and more elegant, and she couldn't even feel the pantyhose. Indeed, the entire outfit was incredibly comfy and, despite its close fit, supple to the point of being nearly unnoticeable.
Her makeup and hair still looked fine, but Dani nevertheless gave her mascara a small touch up, enjoying the smoky look it gave her eyes, before gathering her clothes, taking one final pose in the mirror, and exiting the room.
"Look at you!" Alma beamed, looking genuinely impressed as Dani swaggered towards her. "I daresay our guests are in for a treat tonight!"
"You were right," Dani grinned, "it's super comfortable. I love it!"
"You look fantastic. The outfit compliments your body and curves incredibly well."
Dani handed over her clothes to Lucy, who stored them next to her bag. "Give 'em hell," Lucy grinned. "Good luck!"
Dani smiled appreciatively and turned to follow Alma, who stood by one pair of the Art Deco double doors leading to the club beyond.
"Are you ready to start your trial shift at Pandora's Box?"
Dani took a deep breath and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go."
Trial By Fire
Dani and Alma passed through the doors into the main stage, and Dani's mouth dropped open in a combination of shock and awe. The main stage was vast, comprised of a large, well-stocked bar and an opulent auditorium. There were 12 luxurious booths, six on either side of the room, each with a round table covered in soft white cloth and with an expensive looking vase of roses in the middle. Each booth was capable of accommodating ten people, with the appropriate number of comfortable looking seats to match.
In the centre of the room was a more casual lounge area lined with soft, deluxe sofas and smaller tables for holding drinks -- it reminded Dani slightly of a fancy cinema or theatre.
