Amatuer Strip Night

They went to the office, and Sasha could barely look up as the manager pulled out five 20 dollar bills and handed them to her. "It was really a good show, other than the wardrobe malfunction during the encore," he said, sympathetically. "You should be proud of yourself."

"I just want to go," Sasha said, still staring down at the ground. "Is there a back exit. I don't really want to walk through the front room."

"Yeah, if that's what you want, there's a back door. But I should tell you, after you left the stage I had 5 guys come up to me and ask if you'd be available for private dances this evening. Usually we don't allow the amateur girls to use the VIP room, but given the interest and the amount you made in tips on stage, I'd be willing to make an exception for you. The guys pay $20 a song back there. That's really where the girls make their money."

Sasha looked up. The manager didn't appear to be joking. "Five guys?" she asked. The manager nodded. "And it's not a problem that I'm... you know?"

The manager shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, not my cup of tea, but if the paying customers want it, I'm more than happy to provide it. If you want, I'd suggest changing back into your bra and thong and heading out on the floor. I'd be more than happy to point out the guys who were asking about you."

Sasha's mood suddenly improved greatly. Perhaps all those hoots and whistles hadn't been mocking her. Seems like that at least a few of the guys had liked what they saw. She smiled as she headed back to the dressing room to pull back on her costume. Now she only had one question to answer.

Should she tuck herself in, or leave herself untucked?