Like clockwork, Brooke's ride was there at 8:00. The ride to the club went in silence. When they arrived, the passenger in the front seat turned and harshly snapped at her, "Remember our discussion after last night. You need to make us $1000 tonight. With a body like yours, that should not be a problem if you apply yourself."
The two men from before ushered her into the club. Leading her through the bar to the back room, she had to undress and put on her costume as other girls and club employees hustled about. Linda found her and led her upstairs. It was approaching their time on the stage. As they danced, Brooke made a concerted effort to be as "sexy" as she could. She twirled and gyrated, as the men in the audience encouraged her. She wrapped herself around the pole and rubbed herself against it. She bent down and shook her breasts in the faces of patrons in the front row. Turning her back to the crowd, she wiggled her ass for them. She pushed her hand inside the crotch of her panties. For the third number. she and Linda took turns grabbing each other between the legs, slapping each other's ass and caressing each other's breasts. As they left the stage to raucous applause, they first kissed each other. They then both turned and blew kisses to their admirers.
Brooke did well that night. She managed to entertain two customers who wanted anal sex. Before, she had never been able to serve more than one a night. She saw Kurt in the audience. He seemed to always be there. She was able to get through the table dance that he requested. A client was a client, she told herself. She did not necessarily have to like him. But when he asked about coming to her home again, she begged off, saying they would need to discuss that some other time. Her other daytime appointment, John, was nowhere to be seen.
Word had somehow gotten around among the regulars as to her proficiency at blow jobs. Her ability to take the full cock, and do it over and over without releasing for a breath. And before she even got to that, her playful teasing by kissing, licking and stroking it. Also a selling point was her willingness to swallow their cum. She found that she could even increase her price and no one complained.
This night, she got a couple of patrons who offered to pay her merely to sit and talk with them. Apparently, her image as "the princess" was paying off. She was beginning to be seen as a girl who was "cute." In these cases, she could make two fees. She would get paid for a dance. But they would then pay her to just sit and talk with them.
At closing, when her handlers were leading her out to take her home, they were both very complimentary of her performance. But as the car pulled away from the club, the passenger in the front seat turned and informed her, "Princess, you made quite an impression tonight. We have another man who has paid us top dollar to be with you during the day today. He will be at your home today at 10:00 and has paid for four hours with you."
Brooke's heart sank. "Please, sir, my husband will be home late this afternoon Can't we do this some other time? And he wants to take me out to dinner this evening. I cannot be out with him and come to the club."
