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“I thought I was going to be taught first.” I swallow.
“I am teaching you. Dance.”
I’m still not sure what to do.
I take a deep breath and start moving my hips, looking into her eyes. I give her my best ‘I know you want to fuck me’ look—something I’ve perfected over the years, but I can’t do much of anything else.
I step forward and awkwardly rotate my shoulders, trying to move them in rhythm with the song. I suddenly remember that I’m supposed to be “stripping” so I pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room.
I start thinking about some of the ballet moves I learned in high school, so I place my feet in fifth position and gracefully stretch my arms. I’m about to grab the zipper on my skirt, but Robyn raises her hand and tells me to stop.
She lifts the remote and hits a button, stopping the music and brightening the lights. “Are you fucking serious? Do you think someone is going to pay you for that?”
I sigh. “I don’t know how to dance.”
“Clearly!” Shaking her head, she stands up. “Have a seat. Let me show you how this is done.”
I sink down into the chair and she backs away.
“Okay.” She turns on the music again. “This isn’t ballet or a Broadway show. None of the men are watching to see how well you can actually dance. They just want you to seduce them.”
She locks her eyes on mine, giving me a look that says, “I know you want me,” and then she gracefully slips out of her dress—pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor.
She’s wearing a see through red bra and lace panties, and I’m just now noticing her shoes; they’re sparkling silver pumps that are at least seven inches high.
Stepping closer to me, she positions herself in my lap and gently runs her fingers through my hair. She tosses her head back, slowly rolling it around to show off her long tresses, and then she begins to grind her hips into me.
She presses her hand against my breasts and brings her mouth close to my ear.
“Tell me how badly you want to fuck me,” she whispers.
“What?” I’m aroused, but I’m not that aroused.
“You have to get straight to the point.” She lifts my hand and moves it behind her back, placing it where her bra clasp is. “Unsnap it.”
I use my thumb to unhook it and then she brings her lips close to mine.
“Are you going to let me be your slut?” she asks. “Are you going to fuck me right here, right now?” She caresses my shoulders and rolls her hips forward, as if we’re actually having sex. She keeps her eyes set on mine as she rocks into me again and again. “Answer me...”
I am utterly speechless.
The song begins to fade and she kisses my neck once it ends. Then, as if what she just did was the most natural thing in the world, she slips out of my lap and stands up.
“See?” She shrugs. “How easy is that? I always close with a kiss on the neck to make it more sensual, but you don’t have to do that. Over time, you’ll have to find a way to make the dance last for a lot longer if someone ever books you for a private show.”
“How long should the dance be?”
“We’ll worry about that after you learn how to dance.” She pulls me out of the chair and takes my spot, tossing me her shoes. “I’m going to talk you through an extremely basic routine and then you’re going to perform it again and again. Let’s make this simple, shall we? Step back and take off your bra...”
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Hours later, I’ve realized two things: 1) I am not a dancer 2) Dirty talk is an unappreciated art.
“You did pretty well for your first day, considering that you can’t dance for shit.” Robyn shows me around the dressing room in the basement. “Never leave the club without a body guard escorting you to your car, and if you think someone’s following you, just make a U-turn and come back. Michael never wants us to feel intimidated, and he will call the cops.”
I nod.
“I know it’s early in your training, but you need two names. Now. One is your ‘stripper name’ and one is your name when they ask for your real name. Any ideas?”
“Carmen?”
“Carmen?” She clucks her teeth. “Hell no. I’ll think of it in a minute. Anyway, always come straight to the dressing room when you get here, no matter what. The schedule for parties will be posted by the mirrors, and if there are any last minute changes someone will text you. Any questions?”
“How many hours am I allowed to work in a week?”
“Legally?” She smiles and changes the subject. “Your hair is really pretty. It’s a rare deep black. Is this your natural color?”
