Trabajo Como Bailarina Exotica Novels & Stories

But I wasn’t turning back now. “Misty,” I said. She didn’t blink. “And what does Misty want from Evergarden?” “I’m looking for work,” I replied automatically. I clung to the script. The half-lie I rehearsed for two days. “Oh, yeah? What exactly do you do?” I pressed on. “I dance.” The femme fatale scoffed, “You and everyone else. This is a nightclub, if you hadn’t noticed.” “I’m an exotic dancer,” I swallowed. My throat burned. “Stripper.”

Said the woman on the other end of the line. Caterina took a few moments before asking that embarrassing question, however, as she recapitulated her situation again, she honestly had no other options. “Tell me Becca, at that place where you offered me a job months ago, are they still hiring?” Caterina questioned with too much embarrassment under her arm. “Oh friend, sorry, we are not hiring dancers, however, if we need waitresses, you are a beautiful but decent girl, I can offer you that, you will not earn the same as a dancer, but the tips are

She looked relieved by my response and then looked at the laptop again. "My name's Bentley, I would like to be referred to as Bentley." She stated. She must have been in her early 50's, but I could work with that. "I have work to do right now, so I would see you in training. But first, when you begin working with us, would you offer extra services such as lap dancing or intimate relations for extra money?" Two words. Hell no. "I would only like to dance, please." I was elated she had asked. I would have hated to be forced.

'You, Dolores Maria Sanchez, agreed to work as a VIP prostitute in Vincenzo's club, La Perla Negra, and will be paid according to the terms set out in this contract. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The thought of working as a prostitute, a whore, was both terrifying and exhilarating. She was going to make money, lots of money, and maybe she would be able to leave this hellhole, but the thought of sleeping with strangers, selling her body for money... it was almost too much. But she had no choice, her friend's life was at stake, and if it meant keeping her alive, she would do anything.

Santini decided. “Wait!” Howard exclaimed. “She's a dancer, Santini; look at her, she's got the perfect body.” Howard and I exhaled in unison as the large guy backed off. Santini rose and walked towards us. He eyed me with curiosity. “Exotic?” he asked. “Ballet,” I replied. “Nice.” Santini nodded, cupping my jaw to examine my face. “Your beauty routine seems excellent. Hmm, you're so young and innocent, but I don't think you'll fit in with my girls.”

I and the other girls wear seductive and revealing dresses and pieces of cloth but we do not totally strip down for the clients, we just dance to entertain them, and no, we do not offer s-xual services and if ever there are clients who would harassed and forced us into something we do not want, our boss would intervene because it is against the rules of the club and it is not a part of our job. Why am I in this kind of job? Obviously, it is because of money. I only have my mother and my six year old brother now, our father left us and our relatives, they already abandoned us. I need to work and acquire a lot of money for my and my brother’s schooling, and for my mother’s hospital bills and t

MICHAELA The contract is at least fifty pages of small print and legal language designed to confuse and trap. I flip through it slowly, trying to understand what I am agreeing to. Page one outlines the terms of employment. One year of service. Room and board provided. No salary mentioned, no benefits. Just service in exchange for debt forgiveness. Page two makes my stomach turn. The words "private performances" stare up at me in black ink. Pole dancing. Physical availability at his discretion. Required attire to be provided by the employer. Failure to comply will result in immediate termination and legal action.

I've never seen this much food in my life. "It was no problem," I tell her with a smile. "I'm happy to help." "Sorry if this is overstepping boundaries, but do you only work as a maid?" She asks nervously. "Cause I remember seeing you last week but not over the weekend. It's just, we usually don't have weekends off unless it's vacation time or what not." "Oh! I'm a dancer at the club or whatever Mr. Cutler has," I tell her. "It's quite fun to work there."

It was 11:30. Nick, Jesse, Betsy, the sheriff, Goldman, Mandy, and Candy were still hanging out at the table. Trina had approached Bambi with a quick job offer. Apparently, a girl that was supposed to dance tonight didn’t show up and they were desperate. Bambi wasn’t sure at first, but Trina had assured her that it was a simple routine. There was also $200 cash in it for her. Nick had told her to do it if she wanted to. Two-hundred dollars wasn’t anything to sneeze at.