I did a quick last minute application of mascara to my lashes and studied my face in the rearview mirror. Running to this interview for a second job straight from my day job meant no time for a wardrobe change, so I looked every bit of the conservative accountant that I was, but conservative wasn't exactly what this place was looking for.
I fluffed my short curly red hair before stepping out of the car. Taking a shaky breath, I glanced down at my pinstriped grey slacks and green blouse, hoping that my interviewers would see my potential.
I walked into the empty club, glancing around. There were tables scattered around the empty room, strategically placed around stages. A bar ran the length of the wall to my left. My steps echoed in the silence.
"Hello?" I called out, hesitant to walk further into the empty club. I turned as I heard footsteps approaching me, and took a deep breath as a stocky woman approached me.
"You're Samantha." It wasn't a question, and she barked it at me as she walked right past. I blinked in surprise. "C'mon back."
I recovered from my surprise to follow her through the club to a small office in the back. She motioned to a chair as she sat behind her desk.
I realized I hadn't said a word. "Hi. Are you...?" I was blanking on the name of who the woman had said I'd be interviewing with.
"Violet," she supplied for me. I cocked my head and studied her. She didn't strike me as a "Violet", with her masculine energy, particularly since she was watching me with an intensity I found disconcerting.
"Nice to meet you," I found myself murmuring.
"Candace will be joining us in a few minutes. You spoke with her on the phone," Violet continued, leaning back in her desk chair. "So, tell me about yourself."
I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts before speaking. "Well, I'm an accountant who just came from work. That's why I'm dressed..." I hesitated and gestured to my outfit, "like this. I'm 29, single, no kids-"
"Why do you want to work here?" She interrupted.
Why, indeed. I was trying to formulate my response when she cut through my thoughts.
"Is a guy pushing you to do this?"
I shook my head. "No! Not at all." I laughed. "No man's ever been able to push me into doing something I don't want to do."
"Ok," Violet nodded, seeming satisfied with my response. "We sometimes get women in here who are being pushed into this by someone. We want people who want to be here, enjoy the work, and know how to give a show."
"Is it a problem that I have no stage experience?"
Violet shrugged. "Doesn't have to be. Some people naturally have it. That's what the tryout's for." She leaned forward. "So, back to my question, why do you want to do this?"
It was my turn to shrug. "I've always been a little bit of an exhibitionist, and this sounds fun."
"'Little bit'," Violet stared me down. "Clarify."
I shifted uncomfortably.
"Look, Samantha. Here's the deal. You're going to be showing a lot to a lot of people here. If you can't talk to me about this stuff, I have some questions as to whether or not you'll be able to be naked on the stage much less participate in anything."
I nodded. "I get that. I do." I sighed. "The thing is I don't really have much in the way of exhibitionism experiences. I've gone to work wearing skirts without panties a few times." I shook my head. "It's all really just fantasies."
"I see," Violet replied neutrally.
I didn't have a chance to respond as a bright, bubbly woman (Candace, I'm assuming) popped into the office, knocking as she walked in.
"Sorry I'm late, Vi," she said, smiling warmly at Violet before turning to me, and sticking her hand out. "I'm Candace."
"Hi," I replied, shaking her hand. "Sam."
"Ah, so we can call you Sam," she said, leaning up against the edge of the desk. "I wondered if you were going to be all 'stiff upper lip' on us, since you were an accountant and all."
I smiled, liking Candace immediately. "Accountant who's trying to land a second job at a sex club."
"We're not a 'sex club'," Violet corrected me blandly. "We are a 'sex performance venue'. You will not be having sex with the patrons, only the other performers." She paused. "If you make it past the audition, that is."
I nodded, feeling chastened. Candace sent me a warm smile. "So, you're here to...?"
I briefly explained my experience to Candace, much in the way I had told Violet. The two ladies shared a look between each other before turning back to me.
"So, do you think you'd be comfortable doing something like this?" Candace asked. "I mean, our performers put it all out there."
I had thought about that multiple times since seeing the ad in the paper and making the call for the interview. "I'd like to think so," I replied. "I can tell you that I've had several amazing orgasms fantasizing about this."
Violet considered that. "That's definitely a good sign."
Candace nodded. "So, why get a second job?"
I smiled faintly. "Student loans. I got my masters to get into the job I'm in, but the job I'm in won't cover the debt."
For the first time since I met her, Violet grinned. "We've heard that story before. That's what brought a few of our people to us."
Candace nodded, smiling. "And a couple of our performers are going to school right now and doing this to avoid getting loans."
I grinned. "If only I'd known about this when I was going to school, I might not have the debt."
"Or the masters degree." Violet commented. "Some people enjoy this so much they decide to do it full time."
Candace looked back at me. "So, let's see what you've got to work with."
"Ok," I replied, unsure as to what she meant.
"Time to strip," she continued, motioning for me to stand up.
"Here?" I asked, surprised. The office was tiny to start with, but with the added people, there was hardly any room.
Plus, it was just sort of a surprise to be ordered to strip after discussing student loans.
Violet waved her hand. "Don't worry about making it fancy or doing a dance. Your audition will show us your potential. We just want to see what you've got hidden under the clothing."
I nodded and stood. Hands shaking, I unbuttoned my blouse, removing it and dropping it on the chair behind me. I slid my sensible heels off as I unbuttoned my slacks, feeling short as I peeled them over my hips and down my legs. I felt silly as I stood in front of these two women wearing my matching nude bra and panties—and grey trouser socks. I peeled the socks off first, grinning slightly at the ladies as I did.
Still, neither said anything, waiting patiently for me to finish disrobing. I reached behind me, unhooked my bra, and set my large natural breasts tumbling free before taking my panties off. I stood in front of them, nude, and fought the urge to cross my legs and cover my breasts with my arms.
Neither of them made eye contact but looked me over. Violet made a motion to have me turn around, and I did. Mentally, I cataloged all of the flaws I had.
"Ok, Sam bend over, spread your legs a little, and touch your toes," Candace instructed me.