Brooke was already awake the next morning when her master unlocked and opened her bedroom door. Summoning her out, the two of them sat down to a large breakfast that he had already prepared. Together, they chatted amiably as they ate. He wanted to know more about her. Had she been married? Yes. Did she have children? No. What were her hobbies? Reading non-fiction and cooking. He promised to let her do some of the cooking in the future.
When they were done, he told her they would need to prepare to go to the club. First of all, she needed a shower. Apologetically, he told her she would have to take off the underwear she was still wearing. His explanation was that she could not be allowed in the bathroom alone. He would have to supervise her bathing. With a sigh and shrug, Brooke pulled off her thong.
The shower had no curtain, so he could stand there and watch her. She was somewhat self-conscious. But she reassured herself that at least he did not make any advances on her while she was in the shower. Returning to her room, she put her underwear back on and got into the stiletto heels provided for her. She picked up the tiara and flower from the nightstand and placed them in her hair.
He told her he would have her start in the morning, before it got very busy. That would give her a chance to get acclimated. They came to a large brick structure on the side of a two lane highway. There were maybe fifteen or twenty vehicles in the gravel lot. A neon sign blared, "THE DOLL HOUSE." The front windows advertised, "Nude dancing," and "Girls, Girls, Girls."
As they entered, everyone was deferential to her master. After all, he owned the place. One girl was dancing around a pole A few others were talking to some of the dozen or so patrons then in the club. They were all dressed similarly to Brooke, with skimpy underwear and spiked heels. But they did not have the tiara or the flower in the hair as Brooke did. Those features set her apart.
When the set ended, her master took the stage and helped her to join him. "Gentlemen," he bellowed, "I have a special treat for you." Pointing at Brooke, he continued, "She is a real life Princess--and she is cute as a button. Never having done this before, she will be a little shy at first. But if you make her feel especially welcome, then I know that she will be someone that you will want to spend some time with--backstage." With that, he winked at the audience.
He then stepped off the stage, leaving her there alone. The speaker system began to blare out AC DC's "Moneytalks." Brooke knew that was her cue to perform. Strutting around the stage, she twirled around the pole. As the men in the audience clapped in time with the music, she bent over and shook her breasts at one after another of them. A few stuffed bills into the crotch of her panties, taking the chance to finger her as they did so. When the song ended, Brooke blushed as she waved and curtsied while receiving a standing ovation.
Her master jumped back onto the stage. "Fellows, can you believe that was her first time. She will now be coming out to meet you. Be one of the first to spend private time with her." He then led her backstage. The dancer going out next made a point of brushing against Brooke as she went by. The new competition was not welcome. Backstage, the master beamed, "Very good, Princess." He then explained, "Now, you can go out and engage with the customers one on one. If they want to go to a private room, you take them there. You can then negotiate for yourself. But understand that whatever is worked out will be recorded by microphones in the room. So I will know what you are actually getting paid. Do not try to cheat me." With that, he roughly grabbed her arm. "Understand?"
