I woke the next morning a bit confused and disoriented. It took a few moments lying in bed with my eyes closed before I was able to piece together exactly what had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Once I had it all straight in my mind, I was still unsure what to think. I was somewhat horrified to realize what I had done, yet, I felt a strange pride about the very same actions. And yes, underneath it all, I was still a little excited about the wonderful things I had experienced.
I was here, home, safe in my bed, alone, and I felt like I had taken on the world and beat it at its own game. The hundred and forty dollars on my night table didn't hurt my feelings either, although I did realize exactly what that made me. "Screw it," I thought. "I earned every dollar of it."
Then I asked myself the next obvious and important question. "Was I going to go back?" Before I could answer, the telephone next to the money began to ring. Somehow, I just knew it was going to be Ricky.
"Have I got a deal for you," he said, before I could get in a single word. "You created such a stir last night, that I got you a job where you don't even have to touch anyone. What do you think about that?"
"That's crazy," I answered. "What are you talking about?"
"The word spread quickly that there was a 'new girl' in town, and now everyone wants a chance to see what you got, and I mean only 'see.' Because I was able to verify that you got something worth seeing, I arranged a party where all you have to do is show off that hot body of yours."
"Hell, no!" I exclaimed. "Are you insane? I'm not going to strip in front of anyone. I'd never be able to show my face on the street again."
"Got that covered. Listen. You don't even have to show your face. You'll wear a mask. That's the attraction you have at the moment. No one knows who you are, they just know that you're not some fucked up little bitch trying to support her drug habit. You're a wild card, a hot middle aged lady with something to prove. That drives men wild. They'll pay anything for a look at what you got. And believe me, sister, after they see you and the stories about last night get exaggerated even further, you gonna be worth a mint. We're gonna make us some real bread. Can you do it tonight?"
I was stunned. He really was insane. Yet, would men really pay, simply to see me take off my clothes when they wouldn't even know who I was? God, that was exciting. Me, sexy enough at my age to get men off just by looking at me. It was almost irresistible. Hell, it was irresistible!
"You can really arrange that?" I asked.
"Damn straight. Pick out something sexy to wear and think about what you'll want to do in front of them. If you need help, let me know. I'll see you at 8:00 pm."
He hung up before I could say another word. He already knew me well enough to play me just right. I resented that, but I was sure I could handle this. He needed me, and I was writing my own terms. This was going to be wild.
I showed up at 8:00 as Ricky had said. He snuck me into the back and laid out the plan.
"We have this large open room upstairs. Tonight there will about 10-12 men waiting to see you. Usually there are only a couple, but like I said, word travels fast. We don't even have enough girls to service all of them at once, but it'll work out. I guarantee you a minimum of $10 each, with the possibility of additional tips. If all you do is strip, that may not amount to much, but the girls are expected to cut you in for some portion of what they get. Simple enough?"
"Well, actually," I asked, "What do I really do? This is not exactly second nature to me."
Ricky looked at me closely. I had decided to wear one of my best business suits. I figured what the men were really looking for in a woman my age was the exact opposite of the "hot young things" they normally saw. They wanted someone who looked prim, proper, inaccessible. Then, everything I gave them would seem even more . . . illicit.
Ricky's look was appreciative. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "It may even be better if you don't know what you're doing. It will probably excite them even more. Just stand up there, look uncomfortable, and do what seems to provoke the best reaction. I've already come to expect surprises from you. You'll do fine."
It was almost 8:30 by the time Ricky took me upstairs. At the door to the big room, he let me look through a small window. There were a dozen men waiting, all sitting in chairs arranged in a circle. Six bare breasted young women were wandering around, serving drinks and making conversation. In the center of the circle, Ricky had already managed to get a wooden office desk from somewhere else in the building.
With a large pair of sunglasses that covered a great deal of my face, I felt sufficiently unrecognizable. Taking a big breath, I walked into the room, strode up to the desk, and climbed up on top.
"All right, all of you, let me have your attention!" I called out. "Let's all get seated. This meeting needs to come to order. Now, then, it's time you all know how fucking sick and tired I am of the way this company is being run. You're all in deep shit and I'm about to make your life miserable. You got that?"
Ricky was looking at me with mixed confusion and admiration. Everyone, including the girls, were standing immobile, not having any idea what was coming next.
"I'm in charge here, and I expect you to shape up, or I'll fucking get rid of you. Now let's get down to business." With that, I took of the coat of my business suit and dropped it on the floor next to the desk. The blouse I had chosen was not transparent, but was sheer enough to show the clear outline of my breasts. The bra I had on was so thin, every wrinkle of my nipples was highlighted. Even through the blouse, I could tell they had the effect I wanted on the men in the room. Suddenly, I saw an acceptance of my act run through the group.
