The other Brother

The first shift

Monday had come and gone quickly. ‘Training’ had essentially just been me following around some of the more seasoned girls to pick up any tips or tricks they might have for me and study the moves they made on stage, as well as their interactions with the clientele. It was an easy day of ‘work’ for me, just observing. After work, I’d gone to a local s*x shop where I picked out two more sets of lingerie and a pair of stripper heels, 8 inches and mostly clear. I’d have to get used to walking in heels again.

When Tuesday finally rolled around, my nerves were kicking in at last. I was nervous. But I was also excited. Getting ready for a shift on stage looked a lot different than getting ready for a shift at the bar.

This time instead of my usual natural makeup look, there were extra steps to getting all dolled up. I wore foundation and fake eyelashes and dark lipstick. I curled my hair and left it down, it flowed down to my lower back. I put on body glitter and perfume and a dangling silver heart belly ring to match the underwear I would be wearing. Rather than dressing for work beforehand, I packed a bag of what I would be changing into. The girls I had shadowed the day before recommended I did this rather than having to walk around in the parking lot to get to the club half naked. I also packed a change of clothes for after my set, just a pair of sweatpants and a tank top so I could be comfortable on the drive back home.

At first, my nerves were getting to me. I was on stage in next to nothing with what felt like a hundred eyes focused on me. And thanks to an announcement about there being a newbie performing for the first time, all the attention of the audience really was mine. The music played for my set and I danced around on stage, moving my hips sensually, caressing my body with my hands, working the metal pole I still had yet to master. And the men ate it up. They threw their money at me, got closer to the stage, cat-called. After my first set, I’d even booked my first private dance. Strangely, I was less nervous about that than being on stage where everyone—-including security—could see me.

After I’d picked up all the money from the stage—-which to my surprise was not just single dollar bills but also fives, tens, and even several twenties—-I went backstage to the dressing room, tucked the cash into my purse, and secured my purse in my designated locker. Then it was time for the private dance.

There was a hall of small, dimly lit rooms and the only privacy the rooms contained were thick, black velvety curtains. My customer was in the second room. I stepped inside and flashed him a bright smile. “Well hello there,” I greeted him, shutting the curtain behind myself to block out the rest of the world.

“Hey sexy,” he chirped back, his focus on me and me alone. It felt good, ego boosting. “Why don’t you come over to daddy and show me what you got, princess.” He patted his lap.

I remembered what Hank and the girls had told me, that I didn’t have to let the men touch me, only to do what I was comfortable doing. The only thing these men were entitled to were the private dances they paid for, nothing more. But I was so bad at confrontation, I couldn’t imagine slapping his hand away if he did touch me, especially not when he was paying good money for this limited time he had with me.

Strutting over to him, I straddled his lap and rested my arms on the booth behind him. The song began to play just then. He had only paid for one song, it was an easy $40 for me. I began to move my body on top of him, teasingly grinding against his groin before moving to stand up between his legs and shake my ass. It was a sultry sort of dance and I gave it everything I had. To my pleasant surprise, he hadn’t tried to touch me, he’d remained respectful. And by the end of the dance, he held his hands on his lap over his groin to cover what I could only assume was a bulging erection. The thought made me giggle. Maybe I would like this gig after all.

Before I left the room, he paid me my $40 and tucked an additional $20 into the band of my thong as a tip.

All in all, I was having a really good first night so far.