Executive Sweet: 6 Part Two

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Expectations and Requirements: You should strip down naked before putting on any of the gifts, excluding some of the shoes.  This should occur somewhere very open and public.Saturday evening.After the mini orgy in the open window of the tailor shop, wearing only a t-shirt newly silkscreen-printed with Dirty Slut, Giselle rode back to her condo with the handsome dark-haired Greek, Milos. They kissed passionately and he reminded her of her promise that she would come to their next house party. After a long, luxurious shower during which she used her shower massage wand to orgasm again, she took a long power nap. She shook off her grogginess, heated the take-out food she’d gotten on the way home, popped a can of beer, and opened Tom’s e-mail.Put on an old blouse or oversized t-shirt that you won’t miss, but no underwear. Wear your new platform heeled sandals; take the package that was delivered to you and twenty dollars in cash and your ID. Go to the nearest sporting goods store and buy a clear plastic backpack. Put whatever change you have left in the backpack with the package.Drive to the Girls, Girls, Girls club out on US Seventy-eight in Snellville. Go into the club and enter the amateur competition. When you get to the dressing room, open the package and dress in what’s inside. Remember your Expectations and Requirements. Put your shirt/blouse in the package and throw it in the trash. From there on, you are a stripper in a club, act accordingly. Remember someone is always watching. Don’t lose your costume, until you earn enough tips to buy something else, you are going home in it.The drive out to the club took about fifteen minutes and despite napping a bit longer than she wanted, she arrived at about the right time according to Tom’s e-mail. After parking her car, she stepped out onto the still-warm asphalt of the lot wearing just a baseball jersey her last boyfriend had left at her condo. It barely covered her ass, and she would be taking that off when she entered the club. Tom had also said to pay attention to Expectations and Requirements, which probably meant she shouldn’t change clothes in the dressing room.”Here for the auditions?” a burly guy behind the front counter asked her when she walked in the door.”Uhm, I guess? A friend sent me,” Giselle answered.”Ok, well I’ll get Katrina for you, she’s the house matron. You can wait by the bar.””Is there somewhere I can change my clothes?””Sure, anywhere at all.”Standing next to a guy at the strip club bar, Giselle looked around. Men sat in booths Ankara bayan escort and at tables, a few dancers were grinding out table dances. Looks perfect, she thought. Then she stripped her shirt over her head and laid it on the polished bar top. Everyone turned to look at her, stunned at the sudden display of her fine nude form.The matron of the club walked up and then cast an appraising eye on the brunette. “Well, you seem to know what you’re doing. Come with me, I’ll show you where to change,” she said and lead Giselle to the dressing room. There was a metal folding chair next to a small mirror and a fluorescent tube light fixture hung on the wall; she went to it and sat down.Giselle opened the small package that she brought to the club, there were just two small pieces of clothing inside: a black string bikini bottom and a black mesh spandex tube top. She pulled the tube top on first, it was a size small and stretched so far it ripped into several nicely placed cutouts. The bikini bottom was two tiny triangles attached to satiny strings that almost immediately slipped inside her vagina after putting on the lacy garment. “Ok honey, we’ll start with the basics. Your shift ends at two am. If I am not here the other matron will be. We’ll count your tips together, then you tip me out and I take care of the other dancers that you work the stage with and the DJ. “Two am?” Giselle whistled low.”Is that what you’re wearing on the stage?””It’s all I have, so yeah.” “Well, at least you have the shoes. Somebody gets too close, you hit them with one. What’s your name?”At that moment Giselle saw a familiar face appear behind the other woman.”Giselle?””Cerise? Do you, uh?” she answered shocked.”She can’t be Giselle; we already have one. Caress, what?” the matron asked.”Katrina, I got this one.” The lanky brunette gaped at her totally nude, very fine-looking boss, who just three days ago was flashing her pussy at the staff meeting for everyone in the office to see.”Ok, but if she misses a cue or screws up it’s on you,” the matron warned her. “Make sure she knows who to tip out.””Jesus Katrina, that’s mercenary. It’s a damn audition.””What I’m seeing, she already earned the job. You’re good, kiddo,” Katrina gave Giselle a light slap on the ass. “Caress, if she doesn’t tip out correctly it’s coming out of yours.” Then she turned and left the two women. “Cerise? Is Caress your stage name?” Giselle asked, surprised at seeing her young coworker in a stripper outfit in Escort bayan Ankara the same club that Tom had sent her to.”Yeah. I was doing this before I came to work at Bookings and Reeder. It’s easy money,” Cerise confessed. “I was cash poor because I lost my roommate, so I just came back to this part-time a couple of weeks ago.””You need money? I might be able to push for a raise now.””No. Do you need money? Why are you here on audition night?””I thought it was an amateur contest. And I might be meeting someone here,” Giselle said hopefully.It was comforting having Cerise there, Giselle bonded with her at once. They went to Cerise’s cubby and the stripper pulled out a few costume pieces. “So, here’re some things you can try with that tiny string thong.”“I guess there’s no rule about wearing something over what Tom wants right?” Giselle mused.“I don’t know what rules you mean. Who’s Tom?” her sexy coworker asked.“My friend, he sent me this to wear tonight.”“Well, he knew what he was doing. You’re almost naked.””Don’t you mean mostly naked?” Giselle smirked, then laughed. “What do you want for a top? There’re little jackets or midriff tie shirts,” Cerise offered.”Actually, I kind of like the tube top. But let me see that pink pleated skirt.”Cerise liked wigs and had a few for her to try. Eventually, they pinned her hair up and tucked it under a platinum bob. Giselle used the mirror to redo her makeup. She had to remember back to how she wore makeup in her college days. With some of that good old girl magic, she added enough contrasting eye shadow and mascara to make her eyes pop and then touched up her lipstick with gloss and a dark liner.She took the skirt and stepped into it, zipped and buttoned it at her hips where it wrapped around like a satiny ruffle just above her perky naked buns. There was a low whistle and she smiled over at Cerise. “Should we go over some moves or something? I guess you’re letting me work with you?” she asked. “Oh, and what’s your strip club name?””Gigi, it’s Gigi.” “At first just do the little act you did Tuesday at the meeting. Go to the pole and reach for the bottom, like when you got your coffee mug. We’ll switch sides middle of the song and do that all over. Toward the end of the song, do your little spill cleanup routine facing the guys. We have to have our tops off by the end of the first song, so I’ll come up behind and get yours, then you help with mine.””There are rules? And how many songs?””Three songs: topless at the Bayan escort Ankara end of the first one; the second number lose the skirt; third, we strip off each other’s panties.””I did a couple of amateur nights, for room and board in college,” Giselle admitted.”Yeah? I would not have thought that. You don’t look the type,” Cerise opined. “There is a type?”The two women laughed. “So, what’s out of bounds?” Giselle asked.”For the guys? They’re not supposed to touch you, but some of us allow a little of it. If they try to do anything more, they know they will be thrown out. The manager has three guys on the floor just for that, so we can feel secure doing our job,” Cerise explained.”Anything out of bounds for us?””You mean like me licking your pussy onstage under the lights with a bunch of horny guys watching?” “If that’s an option then yes specifically and definitely that.””Nope.”***************Ted Havlicek arrived at the Girls, Girls, Girls club in his classic blue 1969 Shelby Cobra. He was admitted through a back security door and met by his downtown office building security chief, Connor Moore. “Hi, boss. Follow me.””Connor, is she here yet?” Ted said.”She’s been here about an hour. Come with me, we’ll go to the manager’s office, you need to see the video,” the big man answered. He directed Ted up some stairs and then through a heavy door. On one side of a large window was a bank of CCTV monitors.  Three men were in the room watching the activity in the club below on screens.”Mike this is Ted Havlicek.” the big security man said. “Ted you already know Joe. This is his brother Mike Oliva.” “You related to the Marietta Havlicek’s?” asked the other brother. Ted looked at the man and snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Hey Joe, how’re tricks?” The other brother got up from his chair and shook hands with Ted. “Mike, this guy got our license issued when all our lawyers couldn’t a bunch of years ago,” he said to the man next to him. “Ted’s father was an alderman on the licensing committee and he squashed it. Then he changed his mind about a week later, right Ted?””Yeah, that was my fault. They were pissed that I was dating a stripper,” Ted admitted. “One night I had it out with my old man and dared him to see for himself. My girl and I were at dinner with him and my mother, and we left to go take my father to a strip club. When we got there, we paid a couple of the girls to sit in a booth and tell him why they worked there. After hearing them talk about goals and higher education, caring for their parents and kids, and how they weren’t sluts, just performance artists, my old man relented and voted for the license.””What can I do for you, Ted? Need a private booth? A couple of dancers for the night?””Can you pull up the video of that brunette by the bar earlier? The one who walked in wearing the baseball jersey,” Connor asked.

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