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Lauren peeked wearily out onto the stage as Sarah started yet another set. Two more dances to go. She was so tired and her legs and lower back ached from walking and dancing in these damned high heels all night, but just two more sets—plus all the hustling to get men their drinks and snacks between—and she’d be done. She just prayed that she won the contest. She didn’t even want to think of how bad her morning would be if she didn’t; her butt tensed just at the thought.
Now she was wearing a skimpy Supergirl outfit, the plastic red thong giving her an uncomfortable wedgie underneath a skirt that didn’t even reach the bottom of her butt cheeks. She wasn’t sure what she was going to go with next. She’d been trying to avoid the outfits that seemed to add to her submissive position—the naughty schoolgirls and sexy animals—especially after being forced to dress as Slave Leia. She just felt that if she chose a “powerful” persona, no matter how skimpily dressed, it at least started her out on something close to even ground with the men in the crowd; there weren’t many of those left, though.
She shook her head at her own irrationality. Even ground? Who was she kidding? She was a woman, here to entertain the men in whatever way they saw fit—and that way was to dance for them while taking off her clothes. There was no “even ground” about it.
Besides, wasn’t that why she was here? To help her learn that she wasn’t even with the men? Why did she keep needing to remind herself of basic facts? “They. Are not. Your equals,” she found herself muttering.
A sudden site broke her out of the self-admonishment. The bachelor party—the group of men from work—were sitting down at a table. Worse, it was a table that Becky was currently waiting on . . . which meant that it was one Lauren would be taking over after her next dance. Even if they somehow managed not to pay attention to her while she was dancing, there was no way they wouldn’t recognize her when she walked up to them, introduced herself, and started serving them!
Oh, God! She felt her throat swelling and tears welling. What was she going to do? Please, please, please, she thought. There has to be a way out of this!
Just then, Juliet made her way backstage after being relieved by Connie from her waitressing duties. The naked girl looked exhausted and ready for a break, but the only thing on Lauren’s mind was one glaring fact: Juliet had the longest time back here before she had to go on stage!
She rushed over to the lawyer-in-training. “Juliet, please, please, please, can we switch places? Can you go out for me after Sarah, and I’ll take your next spot?”
Juliet looked startled by her sudden approach at first, then flabbergasted. “Are you crazy? I just finished. I need a break.”
“Please,” she begged. “There are men I know out there. They just came in. I can’t . . . I can’t bear to have them see me doing this.”
Juliet’s eyes suddenly turned from bafflement to avarice. “Tell you what,” she tilted her head slyly. “You pay for my last two outfits, and I’ll switch places with you.”
Two outfits . . . and this grubbing bitch would probably choose some of the most expensive ones knowing that Lauren was paying? That was probably going to run her at least $100 . . . but it was her only chance. She absolutely couldn’t be seen by that group and still keep her job. She only hoped that the hour and forty minutes it would buy her would be long enough for them to leave. She stuck out her hand. “Deal.”
“Excuse me, girls.” Lauren jumped, not realizing that Mr. Lopez had been right behind her. “Are you forgetting something? I decide the dancing rotation, not you.”
“I . . . I . . . I . . . ” It was all too much for Lauren. The tears started flowing as she sobbed. “Ple—Please, sir. There . . . there . . . there are men out there I work with. I ca—can’t dance in front of them. I can’t be naked in front of them. Please let us switch.”
Mr. Lopez stroked his chin before reaching out casually and running his hand up Lauren’s inner thigh and under her skirt. “Shh . . . shh. I think I have a deal you’ll like. At the end of these nights, I usually pay a few of the girls a little extra to let me take some promotional pictures and videos of them for the website. You do that for free, and I’ll let you two switch spots.”
She tried not to flinch from his touch. It was an effort. “But . . . but that would defeat the purpose. I’ll . . . I’ll still be seen—”
“Definitely be seen by your co-workers right now, out there or possibly be seen by them at some point in the future—when they might not even realize it’s you—on our website. It’s your choice.”
Lauren didn’t see that she had any choice. Please let them be gone before I have to go out there, she thought.
She even felt grateful enough to lean forward and hug Mr. Lopez. “I’ll do it. Thank you, Mr. Lopez.”
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