First Day

My muscles were sore and my stomach was flooded with butterflies. I peeked out of the curtain and saw the giant room full of half-dressed women walking around in g-strings and garters. Beautiful women.

Men were lounging around drinking and talking, their eyes always glued to one woman or another, sitting in their laps or dancing in front of them.

I got the job. Since it was a trial run, I would only be serving drinks for the weekend, topless, and sitting and chatting (flirting) with the clientele. Kimmy and Hayley said that it was the easiest job to start with and they still got tipped big for it in the beginning. I was almost afraid that I wouldn't.

I knew I wasn't ugly, but I was lacking their self-confidence. I shook my hands to get rid of my nerves and blew out a breath. I took one last look in the mirror back in the large, lavish dressing rooms. My hair was in soft waves and my makeup, done by Kimmy, was smoky. I looked hot, but my stomach was not ag