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As she walked the gravel path to the parking pad, the sounds of the party grew dimmer and the stars above brighter. She took her time, enjoying the clear night air and the way the moonlight reflected in the snow-covered field.
Stashing her stuff in the saddle bag and sliding onto her bike, she started up the engine. As she took off down the lane towards the highway, she felt her chest loosen. The tension she’d been carrying around all week dissipated the longer she drove. She leaned into the curves of the road, the freedom of being one with her bike welcoming.
Passing barren flat lands and edging rocky cliffs, she followed the highway signs to Airdrie. The Golden Ladder was on the eastern outskirt of town. Built like a sprawling ranch house, the place was much nicer than Avery expected. There were two parking lots the size of football fields filled with mostly sleds. A couple of rows of trucks and SUVs too.
Parking her bike, she threw on her sunglasses and walked over to the main entrance, as per Keira’s instructions. A tank of a man dressed in head-to-toe leather greeted her, his dark eyes assessing.
“I’m Avery. Keira’s expecting me.”
She held out the black card.
“Take the stairs on the right to the basement,” he ordered as he opened the door for her.
The blast of sultry music and heat hit Avery full force. All the relaxation from her ride vanished as her pulse took off running.
What if she couldn’t do this? Was she way in over her head?
She hesitated to walk down the stairs until Keira’s voice rang out behind her.
“Avery, you made it.”
Avery turned to find Keira with her cell in one hand and a drink in the other, dressed in a red latex jumpsuit, with high heels to match.
“I hope I’m on time.”
Too late to back out now. The show was already underway.
“Perfect. Go downstairs and grab an open locker. You’re first set starts in twenty minutes.”
Avery removed her sunglasses. “I hope you don’t mind, but I brought a costume to wear. I assume that’s okay.”
“No problem. Most of our girls like to create different characters. As long as you treat the customers right and give them what they want, it’s fine by me.”
Kiera motioned to the stairs, and they walked down together. “What about private dances?”
“If you’re up for it, sure. These bikers like to fuck so you can make good money. Private rooms are behind the main stage. I get a fifty percent cut of the cash,” Keira responded as they walked into a brightly lit locker room.
Avery wasn’t surprised that this wasn’t strictly stripping. Hell, most clubs like this encouraged girls to fuck their clients. Keep ‘em happy and coming - pun intended – back for more.
Avery glanced around the locker room. Women of all body shapes and sizes wandered about naked, chatting and applying their makeup.
“Lockers at the end, showers on the right, make up tables on the left. Any issues with customers that get too aggressive, signal to Lessa, she’s the redhead behind the bar. We also got four guys working as bouncers, but with all the bikers, sometimes things can get out of control. Do your thing, flirt, give them what they want, and you should be all right.”
Avery nodded.
“Look,” Keira said as she stood in front of her. “You’re not obliged to fuck any of them. A few of the girls here just dance.”
“Got it,” Avery replied and walked over to the lockers. She hoped her nerves would settle soon. “Thanks Keira.”
“See you in twenty.”
Avery made her way to the washroom, introducing herself to the other strippers along the way. Most seemed nice but a few gave her the evil eye. She’d been there before. Competition was a real thing, especially when it came to money. Fresh meat always scored higher tips.
No matter. If Avery could handle a room full of bikers, these bitches would be no problem.
She changed into a hot pink push-up bra and g-string, slipping on black leather riding pants and a silky white blouse over top, and added a thin tie. Then she flipped on her long black wig, securing it in place. If she had to do this, at least she’d be the classiest stripper this bar had ever seen. Walking over to the makeup tables, she found an empty one at the end and began to do her face.
“Don’t mind the skanky bitches. They’re just pissed ‘cause you’re new and a knockout.”
