As I walked in, racing to the back to change, I waved to the girls dancing onstage. Though they barely wore enough to cover their essentials, at least they were wearing something. So, it wasn't exactly what anyone would call a strip club. At least that's what I kept telling myself while the girls were up there shaking their money makers.
To keep the customers happy, and the tips rolling in, I was expected to wear sky-high heels, a low-cut, skin-tight crop top, and tiny, black satin booty shorts, that left almost nothing to their imagination.
Though I was showing a lot of skin, I was glad I was mostly covered, especially compared to the dancers. Although the guys still loved to eat me up with their eyes, probably because I was a little on the busty side, with my tiny 'Odyssey' top stretch
