The cool shower refreshed Tammy and brought her to full consciousness quickly. "I really do love my work," she thought as she lathered up her firm body and long blonde hair. She toweled herself dry and applied her makeup, careful to keep it light and natural looking, and began drying her hair. She had long and thick blonde hair -- naturally blonde, not something out of a bottle -- with just enough of a natural wave that she never needed to curl it, just a few brush strokes and it was ready. Because she would change into a "uniform" as soon as she got to work, she quickly and somewhat carelessly dressed, jumped into her fire-engine red convertible, and screamed down the road.
Tammy rushed in through the dull brown "Employees Only" door that yielded no clue to the magic that was hidden behind it. Opening her locker, Tammy quickly undressed and surveyed the "uniform" choices for that evening. After carefully considering for a minute she chose the black nylons with the tiny diamond pattern and a garter belt laced with shimmery gold thread. Over the garter went the matching lace panties -- french cut, of course, then the push-up black and gold lace bra that hooked in front. The next layer began with a hot-pink satin spaghetti-strap camisole that shimmered as she moved. Last came the sexy, body-hugging, tight-at-the-waist-tits-and-ass-hot-pink dress that told all of her secrets with every movement. Jet black four-inch spiked heels topped it all off. Inspecting herself in the full-length mirror to make sure everything was just right, Tammy couldn't help admiring herself. She was quite a sight. It even made her a little horny, making her cunt twinge a little seeing herself dressed like this.
"Hey Tammy, one minute till the music," called the smart-aleck Disc Jockey. Clever guy, he was. He was the evening DJ only because he also owned the dance hall. He had the hall built so that the DJ booth looked over the dance stage/runway from one side, and on the other side, right into the dancers' locker room. From his strategic vantage point, he could not only watch them on stage, but all their pre-dance preparations as well.
"Five seconds till you're on," he called as the music began. "Four, three, two, one, you're on!" The curtains parted, and Tammy stood bathed in the light. The house lights had been turned off, and only one spotlight was on. It began as a full-body spot, and as the music built and Tammy stood rock-still, slowly gathered itself into a small, four-inch circle of light focused on her right tit. She began bobbing and swaying to the music, the light trained on her gently bouncing boob. The light glided over to her left tit, and after a few sensuous seconds, focused on her hot pubic triangle. She began slow, tantalizing pelvic thrusts, air fucking the spotlight and the audience. The crowd cheered like mad.
Slowly the spot drew back to highlight her whole body, and then a second and a third light came on, until she literally glowed. She continued dancing, gyrating, grinding, and spinning. The exhilaration started to go to her head. It always seemed to at this point. Down the runway she went, dancing sensuously every step of the way. As she reached the end of the runway, she took hold of the floor-to-ceiling pole and wrapped her legs around it as if it were a huge cock, sliding up and down it. She raised her leg high over her head and drew her panties aside, giving the crowd a great beaver shot. The pole was one of her favorites.
The first song neared its end as the crowd continued to cheer. Several men laid bills on the edge of the runway. As the music faded to a close, she wiggled her way back to the curtains on the stage, and with her back toward the crowd, hiked her dress up around her waist. The next song was a rowdy one, and at the first drumbeat, she started shaking her ass. Each beat brought another shake, and with each shake she drew the dress higher, until at last she brought the dress up over her head, and tossed it off-stage.
Tammy spun around several times, and her hot-pink camisole was radiant in the spot light. The house lights came on slightly, and she could see the whole audience now, not just the first row crowded around the runway. It was mostly men, but a handful of couples were there, as well as several single women.
She again danced her way down the stage, catching an eye here and there in the audience, and squatting low, flashed beavers to those who had placed bills on the stage. She picked up the bills one by one, handed each to the person who had placed it on the stage, and held out her panties for them to stuff the bill in. The men loved it, especially the gorgeous one who sat second from the end -- with an obvious hard-on.
