A suburban housewife does what she needs to do to survive the sudden incarceration of her husband.
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Things were bad for Barbara Blaine. Her husband Hal had been indicted by the feds a month ago for stock fraud. What funds the couple had access to was used to hire a lawyer who was unable to get Hal out on bond. Then the feds froze the couple's remaining assets when Hal refused to cooperate with them. With no money coming in, no way to pay bills, and both of her children in college with financial needs of their own, Barbara was desperate.
The mortgage was due in two weeks and that was Barbara's first concern. After she met with her husband at the downtown federal detention center, she drove over to the area by the airport and into the parking lot of the Mint Lounge, a local strip club. Hal had helped finance the purchase of the club for a buddy, and he assured her that Skip, the owner, would help.
Skip was sympathetic to Barbara's problems. "I can loan you a thousand dollars, but that will go quick. And then what?" Barbara knew he was right.
"I can give you a job as a hostess. If you work it right you can make upwards of five hundred to a thousand a night." Barbara sat back and thought about the offer for a moment.
"What exactly do I have to do?"
Skip leaned forward eyeing Barbara. "How old are you?"
"Forty four," she said.
Skip nodded. "You need to wear a revealing dress, High heels, makeup, do up your hair nice. You look to be in great shape, so no problem there. Men will come into the club. You show them to a table, make sure the girls they express an interest in come over, and make sure the waitresses take their drink orders. Some of the men will want to reserve a champagne room. You make sure they know to do it through you and you take the cash or the credit card. You do it, not the dancer. That is important. As for pay, well you get two points on money from your tables plus the girls you set up for dances tip you a dollar as well per dance. I can give you ten tables to start. Some tables spend a few hundred on drinks alone, and we've had guys use their Amex Black to drop ten grand in champagne room charges and girls. You get them to spend, you make money."
Barbara nodded. "Let me try it for a few nights. I can't commit beyond that. Lets see how i do."
Skip chuckled. "No worries there. If you can't sell, I can't carry you." He reached into his pocket. "Can I give you an advance on your work money?"
Barbara declined. She didn't want to get any further in debt. She did however agree to start work that night. 7:00 pm till closing at 4:00 am.
Barbara went home and took a nap. At 44 she had rigorously worked out and kept in shape. She had a nice body with a large set of 36 natural breasts that never failed to turn men's eyes and auburn-reddish hair that she wore long below her shoulders. She was 5'9 and her spin class had kept her legs and butt in shape although she often had to wear a sports bra and a regular bra to keep her tits from swaying as she rode her spin bike.
Barbara got up at 5:00 PM, had a quick bite to eat but found that she was nervous and did not have much appetite. She put on a black cocktail dress and a pair of black high heels along with stockings. She didn't put on a bra. She put a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in a gym bag so that she could change before she went home, and at the last minute for reasons she wasn't really sure about, she threw a tiny black leather skirt and matching black leather vest into her bag. The vest was laced up the front and was the sexiest top she owned. She and Hal sometimes rode Hal's motorcycle and she pretended to be his "old lady" and dressed the part as they drove out of town on weekends and stopped to have lunch at a bar where neither of them were known.
Before she left for work she removed all of her jewelry, including her wedding ring. She reminded herself she was doing this to avoid having to pawn her ring. Plus, Hal had suggested she go there, he must have known she would be asked to work doing something in the strip club.
Barbara arrived at 6:30 and Skip approved of her short cocktail dress and high heels. He quickly introduced her to the wait staff and a team of bouncers who Skip instructed her to call for immediately if there were any problems with customers. At least one bouncer, who was a large ex-college football player more than 20 years younger than her, flirted with her and made suggestions about them getting together after work.
The first night went well, and Barbara made over $800.00 dollars. She was thrilled, and even more happy when the rest of the employees complained that it was a slow night. A couple of the customers had flirted with her, and at least two had run their hands over her ass as she came by the table to check on them and make sure they were having a good time. Considering what she had seen the dancers allow at the tables and in the back during lap dances, she realized she had little to complain about. A few gropes were well worth eight hundred bucks in her opinion.
The next night Barbara came back to the club wearing a mini skirt and tight lycra blouse, again with no bra. She was worried she had gone a bit over board until she saw the other hostess wearing a short skirt and blouse tied off at the waist. "The more skin the better" Skip had said to her, and Barbara nodded enthusiastically.
It was about 11:30 at night and the club was hopping. In fact it was so busy that Tommy, the assistant manager, had told her that he might need her to fill in for some dances, as the club was jammed and a few dancers had called in unexpectedly sick.
"I...I can't dance. I didn't agree to that," Barbara stammered.
Tommy pulled her aside and Barbara could see he was angry. "Listen lady. I don't know you. Skip hired you. We all work our ass off here. If we are short dancers and you can make money dancing, you damn well better dance you ass off, as we all depend on each other to make money. Go in the back, get some stripper clothes and get back out here. I got guys who will pay for a MILF."
