Alice2015
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"It's not what you think"
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Samantha Hale struck a pose at the office door. Her boss, Gregor, looked her over, his head nodding gently with appreciation.
"I'd pay to fuck you," he said. When he saw an eye brow rise upon her perfectly made up face, he laughed. He asked, "What...? What do you think these guys are thinking?"
She just shook her head as she turned to head for the stage. She knew that the Club's patrons fantasized about bending her over the bar and pounding her until they spewed forth. But it was a reality about which she didn't want to think, let alone be so often reminded. Make'em want you...! Make'em hard for you...! Make'em think those dollars are a layaway payment on one day having you!
"And now...!" the DJ began Sam's introduction, "...put your hands together for Lady Godiva's newest dancer ... the beautiful ... the sexy ... Bambi!"
Sam cringed at the stage name with which Gregor had saddled her. He had claimed that Bambi's innocence, playfulness, and cuteness made men think about young women -- girls even -- upon whose bodies they would never get their hands. Pointing out to Gregor that Bambi had been a boy deer, not a girl, hadn't dissuaded him at all, so Sam had just gone with it.
The name, along with the younger looking outfits in which she mounted the stage, seemed to work. If the money the club's patrons forked over was a measure of their appreciation, they liked Sam a lot! She danced three sets a night, three nights a week, then made her way through and past the club's tables and booths, smiling to the patrons and teasing them with caressing finger tips. And they showed their appreciation by stuffing singles, fives, tens, even twenties into the waistband of her panties as she flirted.
It had turned out to be a very good living. Including the obligatory and meaningless minimum wage the Club was required to pay her, Sam was bringing home an average of $600 a night. And that was without doing lap dances, which she had told Gregor was closer to being a whore than I want to get. No, even at less than $2000 a week, stripping was bringing in more money than Sam's day job...
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