Sultans Palace (upscale gentlemans club)

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

oc: this thread is for anyone who want to join in

I will play the manager and owner so I can control and make introductions and get rid of people who do not act properly. I know sometimes people start and won't finish a thread so I created this one so if someone stays its fine and if not it is easily fixed.

In need of bartenders, bussers, waitresses, dancers, bouncers, customers, kitchen help and more just post who you are and what you are doing so we can proceed, it is possible to have multiple seperate scenes in this same thread, just think of me as a dirrector. Pm me with any out of the ordinary question you may have...thanks for looking and playing ....now everyone have fun!

Ic:

John is the manager of the soon to open Sultans Palace in downtown, trying to be best club in the country, but the owner is confident he can take the city title right away with the way the place is set up.


MORE TO FOLLOW IN THE AM.....hope to hear from you guys and girls....come on don't be shy....afraid you night have too much fun!

 

[little_golden]

Leah Sweets had finished high school and had been working as a waitress for a year in a nearby restaurant. She was living alone and trying to save money to go to college. Leah had the grades and the right admittance scores but she just couldn't save enough money. Even working as a waitress she barely able to afford the small apartment she occupied.

A number of times she had seen the small gentlemen's club opening up around the corner from the restaurant where she worked. A couple of the customers had teased Leah that she needed a change in profession so that she could get ahead in life. Sometimes she thought they were propositioning her for sex at other times she wondered if she needed a new career.

Though her dad had split when she was still a baby and her mother now lived far away, Leah did inherit her mom's good looks. At 19, she was thin, fair skinned, busty, with big blue eyes and shoulder length sandy blonde hair. Most people saw her dressed in her pink restaurant uniform, and though she was pretty, the uniform was bulky and didn't truly show her off well.

It was a late Friday night, after the restaurant closed at 11 PM, when Leah walked by the club and saw the little advertisement that they were looking for "young ambitious women to join the team". Leah wasn't sure exactly what that meant but the little caption under it motivated her. It read "Big dollars... easy work... great opportunity".

Leah still dressed in her frilly pink restaurant uniform opened the door and walked into the the club......

 

[PredatorX]

Zane Peterson

Zane Peterson stood in his own thoughts leaning towards the bar. He hoped that this new job should prove to his father that he had learnt responsibility. At least he would use his fists for better things than the fights he always seemed to attract. Being 24 years old and no schooling to speak of this was a dream job really. Being one of the bouncers of the new club maybe wasn´t the most exciting job in the world, but as he had to pay his rent. Any job would do.

As the son of Peter Peterson Zane was obliged to follow the laws of family. Zane had failed miserably so his father cut him of the family. He had not had any contact his parents or brother for 3 months now and the strain and loss weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Ever since high school Zane had been a trouble maker and eventually he had been expelled, much to his fathers disgust. After that incident he had pushed his fathers buttons all the wrong ways.

The only thing that kept his mood up was that he just had managed to break up with his psychotic girlfriend. In other words, she had followed him everywhere and even threatened him. He managed to convince her that his inheritance was locked and that he would probably never see any money from that inheritance. That was last month. When he found out that she was only after his money he had been heart broken and his self esteem went way low. He knew that women found him attractive and saw him slightly as a bad boy.

His black hair and grey eyes, combined with his slender form still captured the eyes of the ladies but he had not been with snyone since the last catastrophe.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

I sat at the bar as the club had not even opened yet, "thanks city inspectors veryt much! I hated inspectors right now on what was to be their first friday night opened. The contractor told the inspector last week he had it at code now and the imspecor was wrong. He did not like that one bit. Workers doid exactly what the guy from the city said, then for the final another guys came in. He said no it was this other way and our contractors should know that. I had to hold back the contractor who was yelling, "I did it just the way you said and that other asswhole said no rip it out and do it this way".

His guys took him outside and I calmly said the same thing. He was nice and said if the other guy made that mistake he was sorry and he would talk to him about his mistake. But of course no actual admition of guilt would ever be heard from anyone at the office, wish the cameras were set up then. But since it was their quartely rotation of areas, we were now in his zone and it had to be right. He said if we wanted he would make us the first ones on Monday morning if I wanted and I told him yes.

After a final from him, I could get a CO, get the gas turned on and get a food final and be open by Wedsday at the latest! Well that was the best worst case senerio at this point he fingured.

This delayed the opening and some of his workers he know will not be here a few days or week later. And he also know that the ones with the biggest drug problems will be the highest percentage working some other strip joint right now, or the street in some cases. Well that is a positive.

The rest would be people straped for cash. So I understood some people had to do what they had to do. Some of the ones who stayed were probably the lazy ones looking for an easy no work high paying job. Boy were they in for a surprise. And then in walks a lovely young lady in a waitress uniform. It was baggy but he judged enough women to know I good body when he saw it. The only other people in the place was the contractor, his men finishing their work, and Zane the one bouncer who seemed to need the job the most of the guys he hired to bounce. He told him he would let him just hang around and make some money as more of a doorman to say hello and such to let people know we would open sometime next week. Or tell the ugly ladies from some other joint that we are over filled right now and check back later, or good looking ones to come on down to see me.

Which Zane did, and I was glad he had a good eye to see under the uniform. I told Zane to go ahead and lock up but not to leave till the contractors men left and maybe alittle longer if he could while I did the interview. I introduced myself to her, "Hi, I am John Phillips, the manager here, are you here for a job or to watch the ladies dance because we are now opening early next week ... for sure", he says as he looks over at the contractor. They both just half smirk and half laugh and go about their business. "I am sorry and you are", I ask?

 

[TCMike155]

James was a young man driven to be something. He left his tiny hometown at 22 with a pocketful of cash and a dream. After some begging and convincing, he was able to rent a small apartment in the red light district of downtown. He worked as a bus boy at the Sultan's Palace to put himself through the city's prestigious acting school, and, he figured, for the added perks.

He was, in a classical sense, short, light, but handsome; at 5'10, with light brown hair and a light, athletic build. His self confidence, and "boyish" looks made him pretty popular with the few girls back at home. But, here, he knew to expect something a little different.

 

[reddevilron]

Jamie

Jamie was a veteran struggling actor. He was only 30 - but he had been trying to make it as an actor since he was 18. He left home a couple of months after he turned 18 and finished High School. Since then he had held many odd-jobs. For the last five years he had been tending bar. It worked well for him. He could go to auditions in the day and work at night. Alhtough the auditions had thinned - and lately he was thinking that his only real claim to fame would be a one line part in a famous Al-Pacino movie.

Jamie was a good looking Italian guy - Dark hair, brown eyes and fit. He was 5'10" and beleived he did not have pond of fat on him. Which just like any other struggling actor was not true.

Jamie had just taken a new Job at the Sultan's Club and was looking forward to meeting all the cute dancers.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

Oc:

The club is lavisously furnished and decorated inside and out. The outside you might never know is a strip club except for the highly colorfully sign with neon around it. The building had no windows and very nice landscaping around the building, valet parking only, and all the employees cars went into a garage bigger than most big mechanics garages. It had its own entrace so the girls would not get hounded after leaving the club.

The entrance was all marble, glass, brass, velvet, and silk, with some special painted touches and wallpaper here and there. There was room inside for upto 200 people waiting to get into the building. There was a small bar her for the people waiting. It would only open up if there is a big line here. There is also a womens clothing store, featuring all the types of clothes and shoes the ladies wear. Mostly for upscale couples whos ladies want to try something that they saw a lady wearing while they were here.

walking down a hallway to the main room it opens way up to a rather large room seperated into sections. There were three stages that could all be seen from anywhere in the dinning room, and no poles on any of them. there were two main bars and a small one by the entrance and bathrooms for when it was really busy. There was a section on one side of the main stage for dinning in the hopeful 5 star dinning room. On the other side was not quite as fancy and was a pay up area that is more private with bigger tables like in the dinning room and much more comfortable chairs.

There is another room, called the executives room. Another pay up area, it was a seperate area, with its own bar, which had the best liqours found anywhere and the prices showed it (some where $50 and up per drink) and it also had its own small stage. The couches and love seats and chairs were all bigger and much more comfy than even the up charge area of the main room. VIP rooms were located off of this room and were of course even more money, and that did not include paying for girls you just got a private enclosed room with nice fluffy and comfortable couches.

Hope that gives you an idea of what the place looks like, if needed I will add more on later if needed. Like the kitchen or the bathroom areas or more detail on the other areas as needed.

I will occasionally post looking for a special person to play a special part. If interested all special parts will be filled by PM only to me with some sort of description of yourself and anything else that you would like to tell me about the character.

Right now I am looking for some ladies to fill in the parts of the owners wife and the managers gf or wife. Please PM me, I would say that the managers wife/gf works there maybe as a dancer or something and the owners wife works only occasionally when she feels like it and does dance because she loves it.

NOW EVERYONE HAVE FUN!

The Palace will open on Tuesday or Wedsday in the thread. It is still Friday night and the workers are just about to finish their work. They have slowed down thinking they may get to watch a girl try out for a job, and who can pass up a free show........

 

[sharingfantasies]

Marsha Rivers paused at the doorway of the Gentlemen's Club. With a loud sigh, she pulled the door opened and entered the dark club. Despite all her good intentions when she was forced back into job searching, she hadn't been able to find a job that paid enough to keep her and her small daughter housed and fed. She had walked past the door to this place multiple times, glancing at the Help Wanted sign, but always, managed to keep on walking.

But, she reminded herself, a person has to do what a person has to do. So here she was at the age of 35, entering a club in search of a job as a cook. Although no one had ever complained about her looks, she knew she was no beauty. Her ex had sure made sure she was aware of that fact, The Creep had started having affairs the day of Marsha's 30th birthday. Although their daughter was now ten, she hadn't seen her father in five years. Marsha had considered suing The Creep for owed child support, but that would have brought her daughter into contact with The Creep, and nothing was worth that. Since the child support he had paid the first three years was now just a tiny amount of change, and since Marsha's last job as a short order cook had gone up in smoke literally when the owner of the diner refused to pay the local protection price, here she was crossing the floor of a Gentlemen's Club for the first time in her entire life.

She needed a job and she was trying hard not to put stereotypes on anything in here, but it was hard work, all the club owners on television and in the movies were always slimy. Although, the place sure looked pretty nice, if the owner was slimy, she was outta there.

With a smile on her face that showed a sense of confidence that was totally a sham, Marsha faced the guy by the bar, and asked, "Excuse me, but could you tell me where I can find the owner?"

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

OC:
John Stocker, manager
5'9", 160 #'s, white
long black hair and green and brown eyes
good looking, average build
very confident at work and a good all around manager


If you are going to play in this thread please pay attention to where we are and what is going on around you. Once we get going it will be easy to have seperate things going on without tripping over each others words, but not in the beginning, so please be patiant.

IC:
"Well Zane, it looks like with this influx of people looking for jobs we better keep the doors unlocked until I finish these interviews", I say over to him at the bar closest to the entrance to the main room. I get up and anounce, "I am the manager John, I need everyone to fill out a application which is on that table over there first", I point to a table in the middle of the room. "Then if you are here to dance you will have to give a deminstration for me, Zane and these guys finishing their work over here", pointing to the construction guys and their boss.

"If you want to bartend, Zane will pick out several drinks for you to make for us. If you want to work in the kitchen, you will have to go in the back with Jose and cook us up something good with what you see in the kitchen to work with etc. I very much believe in seeing or tasting what will be served to our customers. If you have any questions please step up and ask I don't bite."

 

[PredatorX]

Zane Peterson

Zane watches at the peaple arriving with a slight smile on his lips. The club was not open yet and he just stood and directed the applicants for work. He was approached by a woman in her late twenties or early thirtees. His smile towards her was polite. "Excuse me, but could you tell me where I can find the owner?" Zane keeps his smile intact. "The manager, John Stocker is over there." He points to the manager. "If you are interrested in work we need you to fill out an application form first." He nods to the table with the applicant forms. "After the form is filled correctly Mr Stocker will interwiev you." Smiling to her he offers his hand for a shake. "My name is Zane and if you start to work here it is my job to keep the troublemakers away."

 

[sharingfantasies]

Marsha filled out her application then following directions headed for the kitchen following Jose. There were other people applying for the same job so she was nervous, not about her ability to cook but to fit in with the younger crowd that seemed to mostly be the applicants for the various jobs. As they entered the kitchen, she was relieved to see that the function and beauty that had been applied to the other rooms had also been applied to the kitchen. She hadn't seen such a well laid out kitchen since she had worked at a trendy uptown restaurant years ago.

Listening carefully to Jose's directions, she waited to find out if the applicants would all be making the same item or if they were expected to select and create their own item.

Marsha could feel the excitement in the room as people began to shift and voices hummed with questions and possible answers. Her mind began to spin with possibilities of recipes, even as she listened to the others and to Jose. She was going to have to do something that would make her recipe stand out from everyone else's. She tried to visualize what type of food was eaten by men watching women dance and found her wry sense of humor popping up in the images.

She saw dancing sausages hand in hand with bananas and pickles and almost laughed outloud. Clapping her hand over her mouth, she worked hard to push those images from her mind so that she could concentrate on what she was supposed to doing, but she couldn't stop the hilarity from showing up in her green eyes.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

"Ok, is it Marsha", I say looking at her application as she nods her head, "remember we are trying for 4-5 star food. I want you to create something with what we have in the back, and there are also a few key things missing in the kitchen, I want to see how many you can figure out?"

"Zane send some of those drinks to me and the workers over there don't hog them all for yourself. I know you can drink me under the table but I would like to try some of them", I say with a laugh.

"Ok, who wants to try dancing first", I ask the couple girls in front of me who finished their applications already?

 

[little_golden]

Leah walked in slowly to the club. There was a bustle of work still being done. She was hoping if this new club took off she be able to make some real money and go to college. She was sure she could handle the work and then save enough to make her real dreams come true.

She felt kind of simple in her frilly pink waitress uniform from the block, She lifted her head high, and reminded herself to smile and to try to seem outgoing, flirty and vibrant. A good looking man seemed to be directing things and he was quick to introduce himself:

"Hi, I am John Phillips, the manager here, are you here for a job or to watch the ladies dance because we are now opening early next week ... for sure ... I am sorry and you are?"

Leah missed the sly comment, which was probably his shot at trying to figure out if she was lesbian or not, and she didn't see the men laughing, as she was very nervous.

"I'm Leah Sweets" Leah introduced herself.

"I'm looking for a new job.. I bet a club like this... Is going to be a huge success.... and... I'd like to work here.... I'm not sure if I'd be a better waitress or dancer" Leah spoke a little more softly. She was soft on his eyes, with a lovely inviting smile. Even in the frilly bulky waitress uniform, she was a looker with her big blue eyes, fair skin, sandy blonde hair and big breasts.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

"Oh hi Leah ...... Sweets well that is a fitting name for you, you are sweet looking. Sorry honey but when you have been in the business as long as I have you can tell even with your baggy uniform. But you have to deside what you want to do. As I watress her you should make in one night what you do it two to three night over at your current job I would imagine. But as a dancer you should be able to clear what you do in a week over there in a night so its up to you beautiful. What will it be?", I ask the sweet looking lady.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Jose had given the few people that were applying for the chef job free reign in the kitchen for one hour. Marsha began by looking in the refrigerators, freezer, and pantries. Pretty much all ingredients were available, although she would have preferred a few more choices of fish and some vegetables. Granted lots of guys didn't eat a lot of veggies, there were a lot that did. There also seemed to be a lack of fruits in the place and several seasonings. What there was plenty of was beef, pork and potatoes. Marsha took a few moments to think about men watching women dance and what would appeal to them and also meet the bosses desire for a five star rating.

Marsha looked at the clock then headed out the back door for the small market she had passed on her way to the Club. In moments she was back at the kitchen, chopping up endive and cilantro, while braising strips of pork and beef. She worked carefully but quickly, hardly glancing up at what others were making and soon the room was filled with a variety of aromas. Thankfully, the appliances were state of the art and plentiful, so that the applicants weren't tripping over each other too much.

When the hour was up, Marsha sighed in relief as she slid the last item on her tray. The tray was filled with a variety of items, although she could have done a better job if she had had the time to slow cook some of the meats, rather than braise them. Lifting her tray she carried it out to the main room for the final approval of the boss.

She stood in the line with the other applicants, each person setting their tray down on the table. For the first time she took the time to see what the others had prepared. Some had gone for a very American menu, hamburgers, hotdogs, pizza,etc.. Some like Marsha had a more eclectic menu. All Marsha could do was wait for the decision. She clasped her hands in front of her and waited while the boss, worked his way from tray to tray, pausing to wash off the flavors with a glass of wine.

Marsha held her breath when he got to her tray. She was torn between hoping he liked it and trying not to care if he didn't. But the truth was she was proud of her cooking skills and a part of her wanted all people to like what she created. To Marsha, cooking wasn't just a job it was an art form, a craft. So she held her breath as he tasted each item on her tray.

oyster po' boy
silken yellowtail sashimi with spicy wasabi ponzu sauce
a hamburger with a heap of brittle onions and bleu cheese sauce
Vietnamese Egg Rolls
Potstickers
Empanadas
Chocolate covered bananas, sliced in long strips rather than the whole banana
and an apple fritter.

She had had a hard time breaking the recipes down to prepare for one serving but she was pleased with the variety. All of the items were easy to eat, gave bursts of flavor to the tongue and related to a variety of ethnic palates.

If she had had more time she could have done more meat dishes, but, inwardly she sighed, she had done what she could given the time and ingredients available.

It was up to the boss now.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

John looked over all the dishes from the six applicants before tasting anything. He loved food and carefully chose what to eat in what order so as not to overpower the previous dish. He slowely tried everything while he was talking to applicatants and watching a girl dance on one of the three stages in this room. He loved multitasking and he was good at it, and usually did not miss much.

As he tried the food no one could tell from his reaction what he thought. It was intentinal as he did not want to give away his thoughts till he was ready. After he finished the last item he instructed the girl on stage to get down and get dressed and then come over to the table. He had two guys bring the rest of the plates with silverware over to the construction workers.

He look at the six chefs (only 4 are really chefs he thought, two were only skilled enough to be line cooks. He spoke to all of them now, "your dishes were good and I know you did not have much time but what I say is based on exactly that. He looks at one guy and says, "after I hire the executive chef and assistant they may want to hire you but if you really need a job and they don't need you in the kitchen you are deffinately big and intimidating enough to be a bouncer here". Then to another he says, "again if they want you as a cook it will be up to them who fits in with their wants but you are not ready to lead a 4-5 star restaurant with your current training but maybe one of them (pointing at the four remaining can help you." He looks at a third guy and says, "you are almost there but not quite but I will say in this case if you want it I guarentee you a soue chefs job if you want it".

Everyone who was smart enough noticed his deliberate choice of words not to put anyone down while letting them down. But at the same time giving them hope. He then said to the three remaining people, "One of you can be the Executive Chef and one more the assistant, and we will still need two more soue chefs at least. So tomarrow you have a cook off, everything was good but I want more. You can get in as early as 9 am to start and I will be eating your dishes at 9 pm. I want different, out of the ordinary, artistic, bold, variety, top notch, food that I have never tasted before. Think of it as Iron Chef without a them ingrediant. I want you to make peoples mouths have orgasms in their mouth when they eat here and enjoy the best view in the country. So if you don't have any questions I will see you three tomarrow, and the other three of you if you are interested in what I offered you I will see you in minute after I take care of a couple of other people first".

 

[little_golden]

Leah Sweets looked about the club like a bewildered child. She had never actually been in a men’s club before. Sure she had seen the odd movie with a strip club in it but this one foreshadowed something else for her. This was to be the path for her to make a lot of money. She was very naive about the future lifestyle that would could be drawn into and the possibility that she might never escape.

She had worked at the restaurant to pay her bills and to eat but it just wasn’t getting her ahead. At times she worked twelve hour shifts but even with tips it just wasn’t letting her make the money she needed to get to college. Working so hard and so long she barely had time to socialize and meet people. At least working at the men’s she meet some men (or women) and start to live a little and save a lot. She ‘d be able to buy some expensive cloths and maybe even a car too. She could get a better apartment and maybe even a roommate.

Leah knew there was trade off. If she worked as a dancer, she was taking a risk too. It wasn’t something to be proud of. Well, the term dancer was a little misleading she reminded herself. She would be a stripper. Men and women would pay to see her naked body. As she thought about it, it was both scary and stimulating. It was a whole new adventure for her.

She listened as the manager spoke:

"Oh hi Leah ...... Sweets well that is a fitting name for you, you are sweet looking. Sorry honey but when you have been in the business as long as I have you can tell even with your baggy uniform. But you have to decide what you want to do. As I waitress her you should make in one night what you do it two to three night over at your current job I would imagine. But as a dancer you should be able to clear what you do in a week over there in a night so its up to you beautiful. What will it be?".

"I'm up for the dancer position...." Leah replied in a soft voice.

"Do I need to fill in anything? Is there an interview?" Leah asked as if it were just a regular job.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Marsha sighed with relief, she had made the cut. Now though, there was going to be another cook-off tomorrow. She looked carefully at the other candidates that she would be up against. Two of them had food similar to hers. The other one had more of what Marsha would have considered basic fare. She wondered if that appealed more and if she should do more items like that.

Marsha flinched as she pushed open the door into the bright sunlight. She had forgotten it was still afternoon. Putting on her sunglasses she started for home, already planning on some items she needed to purchase, mentally going down her list of recipes for something that might sweep him off his feet or, she laughed to herself, his tongue.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

Oh, ok. Leah. I do need you too at least fill out the esenctialls on the application. Insurance regulations. Then I would like to see you dance on stage", John said.

"Bye, Marsha see you tomarrow", John said as the last of the Chefs left.

"Hey Dane, get that bartender to make a round of drinks and come sit dowm and help me judge the next few dancers will ya", John said, "the workers all almost done and gettting ready to leave".

"Ready when you are Leah"!

 

[reddevilron]

Bartender

So now the owner wanted to test the bartenders to see what cocktails they could make. Everyone knew, nobody really came to a gentleman's club to have cocktails. The men had the usual 'manly' drinks and it was the dancers that had the cocktails. The dancers would be given a small list of drinks that they would pick from, which were obviously priced steeply since it was the customer who would be paying for it.

Nevertheless, Jamie decided to play along. He had an uncanny ability to make the yummiest drinks. He made a couple of his own concoctions and let Dane and the boss sample them. He didn;t tell them what they were, since they were just the same old cokctails, with a few secret ingredients of his own. Once he was done making the drinks he looked over to where Leah was just getting ready to audition.... hmmm.. she was cute... these were exactly the perks he had in mind when he decided to apply for this job.

 

[little_golden]

Leah smiled at John as he explained:

"Oh, ok. Leah. I do need you to at least fill out the essentials on the application. Insurance regulations. Then I would like to see you dance on stage."

Leah took several forms from John and started to answer the questions one by one. It was the standard information on her name, address, age, telephone number, past work experience and reference. There was a question on whether she was single. There was a question on her measurements, dress size, and even her shoe. Leah didn't think to question it but completed everything to the best of her ability before handing it back to John. She was a little worried since she hadn't worked as an "exotic dancer" before.

When John finished talking to some of the others, Leah returned with the forms and politely handed them to John with a soft smile as she spoke:

"Here you go.... right down to dress size and shoe size."

"Ready when you are Leah!" John announced. Leah had the sudden nervous rush that he was expecting her to climb up on the small stage, drop her clothes, dance around and spin her body on the dance pole while he enjoyed the show.

"Ummm... Are there some dance costumes? It'll be a better show if I have a dancing outfit" suggested Leah.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

"Well Leah", John said, "if you go to the bathroom sign as soon as you turn the corner, inbetween the bathrooms is a boutique. It should have just about whatever you want to wear in their. Just pick something out and put it back when your done. Dancers get discouts on stuff from our boutique or comission if you get some customer to buy something."

"Just come back when your ready to dance".

John then started to talk to more people before ordering another round of drinks from the newest bartender for the workers. They had finally finished their work and were sticking around to watch Leah dance before they went home.

John was tired he wanted to get some sleep. He had to be back here tomarrow to see more interviews, dances and to judge the cooks food. And the owner would be their as well!

 

[little_golden]

Leah Sweets took John’s direction and headed upstairs to the little shop. The woman behind the counter listened carefully as Leah explained she needed a little something special as John had asked her to interview for the dancing job. The woman behind the counter was a little older, a little plump, but not so naive.

“I got just the outfit for you…. I have confidence you’re going to get the job… so we’ll just charge it to your account Miss…” replied the saleswoman.

“Miss Leah Sweets … just plain Leah” Leah spoke softly and a little nervously. She had no idea that the woman behind the sales counter was a lesbian who was eying her appreciatively with her own selfish desires and wants.

“Try this on… ” the saleslady spoke firmly to Leah isa. She pulled the outfit off a little self behind her. By quickly glancing Leah up and down she took a pretty good guess at Leah’s sizing.

“There is a change room to the left…. With curtains… use these two elastics to put your into two pigtails” the saleslady directed Leah as she pointed her to a smallish looking changing nook.

Leah held the small black and white ensemble with a pair of white stay up stockings. Walking slowly to the change room, she entered it and realized there was a mirror on one wall, two hooks on another, a small sales poster on the third wall, and the wall side held a curtain. She carefully worked the curtain across the opening trying to get as much of the opening covered but she didn’t know it was an impossible task. It was designed to leave a small crack open on the right side. From the sales counter, they had perfect view through the crack; this was their secret security measure.

Nervously, Leah unzipped the back of her pink restaurant dress. It was bulky and seemed very gaudy against the very chic and trendy assortment of lingerie, dance costumes, swim wear and sexy party dresses so well displayed on the boutique’s mannequins, clothing racks and promotional materials. Carefully, she pulled it over her head, and then hung it up on one of the two hooks. There she stood in plain white bra and matching panties. The simplicity was sexy and the saleslady was enjoying the moment. She licked her lips in anticipation of the young Miss Sweets taking off the rest of her clothing before slipping into the dancing costume.

Leah unclipped her bra and let it slip down her shoulders before added it to the second hook. Her big white bouncy double D breasts jiggled and bounced as she moved. Then, she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, before adding them to the hook on the wall. The saleslady now smiled from ear to ear as she admired the beauty of the younger whom she was sure would become a crowd favorite. In time, she knew the naiveness and innocence would fade and busty Leah would just be another whore who danced and fucked for a living. She figured Leah would get caught up in the booze, the drugs, and the decadent lifestyle of men trying to impress her and trying to use her.

Leah smiled nervously as she checked out the little black and white panties. They were a simple g-string with a small triangular patch that would strategically hide her shaved pussy. The strong would ride up her butt. Its part of the job she told herself as she slipped it on and pulled it up. Next she found a little black and bodice, and slipped into it. The front was scooped out so that her ample cleavage was prominently displayed. Giggling Leah saw the matching little striped bow tie, which she clipped onto her slender graceful neck.

The last piece of the ensemble, apart from the stockings was a little skirt, which had a country look. It would barely hide her g-string, but selectively hid her sweet ass, and she as she danced the men would get secret glimpses of the g-string. It was perfect for teasing them. Fixing the white stocking in her hands, she awkwardly rolled them so that they would be easier to be on. In the cramped little room it was difficult to do standing up and several times she bumped into the curtains slowly opening the curtains a little more each time.

Looking into the mirror, Leah now felt a rush of nervous energy. The costume was form firm fitting and emphasized her delicious curves. Remembering the hair elastics, Leah brushed her hair quickly and then parted it before putting her blonde locks into two pigtails. The effect was immediate as she transformed herself into a younger looking cock tease. With slow steps, Leah pulled open the curtain and peeked out to signal the saleslady.

“What do you think?” Leah asked nervously as she waved her hands in her air. She was looking around worried that someone might see her.

“You look great… Honey… Don’t worry about people seeing you… From today on honey…. Men and woman will be watching your every move…. Now come to the desk…. I’ll fix your make-up and I have a pair of heels that will be just right for you too…. A little pricey… but treat yourself” the saleslady explained.

Leah gulped a few breaths of air and walked over to the desk.

“Remember… Always a sexy walk… You want the men to be horny as hell… Let them buy you drinks…. Smile at everyone… Sometimes the women are the best tippers…. When they run out of money find yourself a new patron” suggested the saleslady as she used her own make-up to add a thick layer of hot pink lipstick to Leah’s delicious lips. Adding some mascara, and a little rouge, she was pleased with her work, and smiled.

“Here are the shoes…. Slip them on… Go knock your potential employer dead with your dancing” the saleslady encouraged Leah. Leah slipped into the 3 ½ inch black high heels. It made her taller and slimmed her legs further.

“Remember… dancing is like sex and eating chocolate” the saleslady explained as she rung up Leah’s bill and added it to her new account. Leah had no idea but it was close to $300 after tax. Instead of reading it over, she signed for it, and rushed out of the boutique forgetting her clothes in the change room.

Entering the club, Leah remembered to walk with a soft sway of her hips. She could a number of eyes lock upon her figure, as she gracefully moved forward under their gaze.

“John… ummm… What do you think? …. Are you ready for me to dance now?” Leah asked with a new self confidence.

 

[sexual tyrannosaurus]

"Nice sweetheart lets see what you can do with it", John says as he points to the main stage. He deliberately said it with just a normal tone so as not to seem excited but knew she couold be one of the top girls if she was just a so so dancer. But he also hated the girls with the big heads and egos, they were bigger bitches.

Yes he believed that all women were bitches. He also belived all guys are whole asses. He just believed in picking the least bitchiest women and treat them well enough not to ever see their bitchiest side, so they did not see him turn from Mr. Nice Guy into Major Ass Whole.

 

[little_golden]

Leah Sweets smiled and showed her pretty white teeth as she replied to John:

“Here I go.”

With a gentle sway of her hips she walked up to the stage as the music started to thunder. To her surprise and delight, the song the DJ chose was Flash dance. It was a personal song of inspiration that had always served to give Leah strength and it kept a smile on her face.

The moment of truth came, as Leah wiggled her ass one last time before turning sharply and facing the audience. There were several faces watching her closely and she imagined in her brain a room full of fat greasy men watching her every move. It caused a knot in her stomach and she almost puked.

I can do this… I really can… I’ll imagine a room full of patrons of the arts… they are here to see me perform as an artist… this is art… I am a performer Leah mentally assured herself and the knot in her stomach left and she was ready to enjoy it.

Leah has great rhythm and natural moved to the move in a side to side motion with her legs bending. The effect was immediate as her big breasts bounced under the tight fabric of the scooped out bodice. She twirled on the spot several times slowly showing her audience her trim little body and delicious curves as she raised her hands in the air to make herself look taller and thinner. Her blonde pigtails flew in the air. Leah was a wonderful cocktease.

Keep smiling… Show them something…. Take off something…. I’ve got a few minutes… To get everything off…. Try to make it a steady planned pace Leah tried to mentally plan out her dance. This was her first exotic dance and she didn’t want them to fully appreciate how inexperienced she really was.

Leah kept moving to the music, and then decided to spin 180 degrees giving her audience a full view of rear side, as she did so, she lifted the little mini-wrap and gave the audience a full view of her sexy ass, and the little g-string did little to hide the wonders of her inverted heart shaped bum. With a slight shifting of her waist back and forth, she undid the tie, and pulled off the little wrap before tossing it to the ground.

Seeing smiles from her audience, it gave her a reassuring feeling, and more confidence flowed within her. From the corner of her eye she could see the DJ grinning like a cat, tapping his hand to the beat, and enjoying her show. She bent over and let her hands touch the floor and then wiggled her ass back and forth to several beats of the music before standing straight and twirling on the spot a few times.

In an upright position, she shifted her weight from leg to leg several times in rhythm to the music, and this times she used her hands to trace the outline of her body, the sweet neckline, her ample breasts, her slim waist, and then down her great legs until she was completely bent forward. In this position, her big double D breasts were amply displayed to anyone who cared to look. Leah smiled at her audience.

Jumping up in the air, Leah did another double spin, and then undid the two little strings holding her white and black striped bodice. It flew in the air, and there she danced in her full glory. Her big breasts now bounced and jiggled in a hundred different directions with every dance step she took.

Her beautiful white skin took on the colors of the dancing stage lights – white, red, yellow and blue as they alternated to the pounding music. Looking to her audience, Leah cupped her breasts, squeezing them, and then letting them go so they would giggle and bounce. She smiled at the audience, as her teasing smiling suggested she was daring the men to try it with her too, as if she were truly a very naughty girl.

With a big smile on her face, Leah did a cartwheel across the stage from the right to the left side and then did a running slide from left to center. Back in the middle of the stage, she dropped to the floor, and parted her legs almost 180 degrees, as she teased the audience with the tiny triangle of black and white fabric that hid her sweet pussy. Leah slipped her hand inside the fabric, and pretended she was going to pull it off – but she didn’t. It was a teasing move and triggered a few smiles and groans of anticipation.

Leah was laughing softly but now breathing heavily. It was quite a workout to keep running around, dancing and shaking her body to the music. She paraded herself back and forth and again cupped her breasts, but this time, she grabbed at her sweet pink nipples, highlighting their perfection and erectness to the audience. Never would she have imagined herself standing on a public stage, now only in a tiny g-string, white stay-up stocking and the matching black and white striped bow tie, while she continued a number of foot moves.

Sensing the music was near the end, Leah again positioned herself to the center of the stage. This time she bent forward and touched her hands to the stage floor. Her big white breasts bounced and bounced as she swung her head from side to side. Her blonde pigtails flew back and forth in wild movement. Leaning backwards she shifted her weight and positioned her ass to the ground, but this time, she held her legs out, as she worked off her little black and white g-string. Once it was off she lifted she leaned back onto her back, and let her legs dance in the air to the music. With the last beats of the music, she spread her legs wide, showing her patrons her beautiful shaved pussy.

Leah lay on the floor with her legs spread open for several seconds waiting for a reaction. Her body was tired and glittered with perspiration. She was panting for air.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Leah screamed and jumped up as the DJ poured mischievously poured a cold water bottle across her glistening body.

Leah didn’t scream or yell at the DJ, she simply giggled and laughed and then hugged him in a friendly fashion as if she enjoyed the surprised prank.