


An Interview at Jack's Cabaret

by slyc_willie



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2014-05-17
Updated: 2014-05-17
Packaged: 2017-04-19 03:21:27
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/an-interview-at-jacks-cabaret
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: Candace is willing to do anything for a job.
Erotica Tags: Audition, Blowjob, Brunette, Candace, Interview, Jack'S, Oral
Sex, Strip Club, Stripping
Average Rating: 4.56






        An Interview at Jack's Cabaret


_(Author's note: I had a sudden inspiration for this little story one
afternoon while watching some TV. It pretty much wrote itself in one sitting.
It's really just a short "stroke" piece, but I hope you'll appreciate the
story for what it is.)_  
  
* * * *  
  
_I guess a job's a job_, Candace thought.  
  
She stood before the doors of _Jack's Cabaret_ on a chilly Tuesday morning.
The place was not yet open for business, but the phone call from the previous
day told her to arrive at nine for an initial interview. Thankfully, she had
learned the bus route system quickly and arrived a good fifteen minutes early.  
  
_Early is on time, on time is late, and late is not acceptable_, her military
father always told her. Whatever his failings as a parent, Candace had to
admit he raised her to be a very punctual young lady.  
  
_Whatever it takes_, Candace told herself. _You've been in town a week and
you've got less than a hundred bucks left. So do whatever it takes to land a
job . . . even if you gotta give a friggin' handjob or something. The last
thing you wanna do is go back home after what a big deal you made about not
being too naïve for the city._  
  
Straightening her skirt and adjusting her glasses, the slender brunette
stepped to the door. It came open silently, revealing a broad foyer with a
receptionist's booth. The walls were black and covered with various black and
white stills of scantily-clad young women. A red curtain at the rear hung
open, showing a hallway.  
  
"Hello?"  
  
Candace's voice fluttered through the silence. She frowned when there was no
response.  
  
Stepping gingerly to the curtain, she peered down the hall. Left would lead
her to the restrooms; to the right, the hall opened into a cavernous room
dominated by a long oval stage and an equally long bar. The stage was easily
as high as Candace's chest and sported a pair of polished brass poles. Padded
booths lined the walls, and tables with soft, cushy chairs lay scattered
around the floor. Along distant walls were other, smaller stages, each with
their own glossy poles.  
  
_So this is what a strip club looks like_, Candace thought. _It's a lot bigger
than it looks from outside._  
  
She made her way cautiously toward the bar, looking around for signs of life.
Bright stage lighting reflected in the polished bar top, and glinted off the
hundreds of bottles of alcohol stacked on glass shelves behind.  
  
". . . hello-oh . . . ."  
  
A man suddenly appeared from beneath the level of the bar. "Can I help you?"  
  
Candace jumped back with a gasp, then covered her mouth and heart. She glared
at the muscular, good-looking guy who now smiled upon her. "You scared the
shit outta me!"  
  
The man grinned with a small chuckle. His eyes roamed over the comely
brunette. Her skirt and sweater weren't very flattering, but the legs were
nice, and she had a very pretty face, he decided. "Sorry. I was just doing
some work back here. Didn't hear you come in."  
  
Calming herself, Candace regained her composure. "I'm, uh, here to see Jack,"
she said. "For an interview."  
  
The man's smile changed slightly, becoming sly. "Well, you're talking to the
right guy," he said, then extended a hand across the bar. "I'm Jack."  
  
Candace smiled professionally and shook the man's hand. "Candace," she
replied.  
  
"'Candace,'" Jack repeated. "Is that your stage name?"  
  
The brunette's eyes widened. "Stage name?"  
  
"Yeah, most girls use a stage name," Jack informed. He narrowed his eyes.
"You, uh, you're a dancer, right?"  
  
The girl reared back as if struck. "What? No! No, I'm here for the waitressing
job! You called me back last night after I called about the Craigslist ad."  
  
Jack smacked his forehead. "That's right. Candace. Okay, yeah, I remember.
Sorry. Last night was kind'a hectic." His eyes roamed over the young woman
once more. "But, uh, you might want to seriously consider being a dancer. Not
that I can see much, but you've got some killer legs and that naughty
librarian look is pretty hot."  
  
Candace's face colored a deep shade of rouge. She touched the rim of her
glasses self-consciously, suddenly unable to meet Jack's eyes. She had always
considered herself rather mousy in appearance. Not even her former boyfriend
referred to her as being "hot."  
  
"I, uh, never really thought about it," she said awkwardly.  
  
"Well, let me come around and get a look at you," said Jack as he moved to the
end of the bar. He flipped up the panel at the end and stepped out,
approaching Candace with an assessing gaze. Candace fidgeted, as if she had
been slapped on a slide and placed under a microscope.  
  
Jack stopped several feet away, crossing his arms and cupping his chin. "Hmm,"
he muttered. "Hike up the skirt a little."  
  
Candace stared. "Seriously?"  
  
The man chuckled. "Even if you just want to serve drinks, you're gonna be
wearing a miniskirt. We're pretty minimalist here."  
  
Candace considered the man's words. _Okay, that makes sense_, she decided.
_This is a strip club, after all_. With only some hesitation, she reached for
the fabric of her skirt and inched it up. Her eyes studied Jack's face,
reading his reactions.  
  
The man cocked his head, watching as the girl's thighs were revealed. _Nice
and lean_, he thought. _No blemishes_. He gestured. "Turn around."  
  
Candace complied, turning her back to him.  
  
"Hike it up a little more."  
  
The girl blushed again. _I'm already showing pretty much everything_, she
thought. Still, she complied, until she felt the hem of the skirt against her
panty-covered cheeks.  
  
Jack smirked. "Granny panties, huh?" he remarked. "You're gonna have to invest
in some thongs. Still, looks like you've got a pretty nice ass."  
  
Candace dropped the skirt and turned back around. "Thanks," she said with a
hint of annoyance.  
  
"Of course, the real deal is what you've got on top."  
  
Candace reflexively placed her hands over her breasts. "You mean, my boobs?"  
  
He chuckled again. "Yeah, your boobs. Your tits."  
  
She swallowed thickly and looked down at her chest. "They're not very big,"
she bemoaned. "I mean, don't strip . . . er, dancers usually have big ones?"  
  
Jack shook his head. "Not always. There's one girl here who's an A-cup, and
she's pretty popular. It's all about knowing how to work with what you've
got."  
  
Self-consciousness returned. Candace looked away from Jack's eyes. "Well, I'm
not sure I could . . . I mean, I really just came for the waitressing job."  
  
Jack shrugged. "You have experience?"  
  
Candace met his eyes nervously. "Well, yeah . . . kind'a. I worked at Dairy
Queen for a year. I know all about customer service."  
  
Jack's brow furrowed. "Dairy Queen," he said.  
  
The girl nodded.  
  
He sighed. "There's a lot more to serving drinks than being friendly," he
said. "You gotta be able to balance a tray while wearing heels, make change,
and since guys get drunk, you gotta be able to laugh them off when they start
playing grab-ass. I don't think you had to put up with that at Dairy Queen."  
  
Candace's heart sank. She picked at her nails. "I'm a fast learner," she said
sheepishly.  
  
"I'm sure you are, but we usually hire girls with at least a couple years
experience in this kind of environment."  
  
She gave the man a pleading look. Desperation was beginning to kick in. "Look,
I really need a job," she said. "I'll pretty much do anything."  
  
Jack arched a brow. _That's what I wanted to hear_, he thought. "Well, that
brings us back to you being a dancer. Don't need much experience for that.
Plus, the money's a lot better."  
  
Candace gave an uncertain look. "Like, how much better?"  
  
Jack rolled his shoulders. "Some of the girls make three or four bills a
night, even more."  
  
The girl looked stunned. "Three or four . . . _hundred_?"  
  
"Yep," Jack confirmed. "Hell, even the daytime girls usually break a
Benjamin."  
  
Candace thought a moment. Her reticence over the idea of dancing practically
nude before strange men was suddenly mitigated by the allure of a good income.
_Three or four hundred bucks a night_, she thought. _That's more than I ever
made in a whole week at DQ . . . ._  
  
Jack noticed the change in demeanor upon the girl's face. "Tell you what," he
said, fishing out his phone. "I don't want to, uh, turn on the sound system
just yet, but if you want to try a little audition, I can play something on
this."  
  
Candace's nervousness returned. "Audition," she said warily.  
  
Jack nodded. "But you know what that means, right?"  
  
The girl forced down the thick lump in her throat. "It, uh, means, uh . . . I
gotta get, um . . . naked, right?"  
  
Jack spread his hands. "Hey, if you can't strip down in front of me, how are
you gonna do it with a room full of guys staring at you?"  
  
_Good point_, she thought. She briefly considered her options. _Okay, you can
walk out and keep your dignity, but you're not gonna have any money. Or, you
could swallow your pride and land a job that's gonna pay more than you've ever
seen._  
  
"Not to be rude," Jack said. "But I haven't got all day."  
  
Candace drew in a deep breath and straightened her back. She made her
decision. "Okay, so, uh, how do we do this?"  
  
Jack smiled. _Good girl_. "First, get rid of the sweater," he said. "The most
you'll be wearing is a bikini top or something like that."  
  
Candace nodded and crossed her arms, gripping the bottom of the sweater. She
pulled it over her head, revealing the slightly transparent white blouse
beneath. The outline of her bra was visible through the fabric. Carefully
folding the garment, Candace set the sweater on a bar stool. She hesitantly
reached for the buttons on her blouse. "This, too?"  
  
Jack smiled as an idea occurred to him. "Actually, leave that on. For now." He
took a couple steps toward the elevated stage and patted it. "Come up here."  
  
Candace looked around, trying to find a way to ascend the stage gracefully.
She spied a set of narrow steps toward the end and headed to it. Conscious of
Jack's eyes upon her, she took the steps onto the glossy black tile. Her eyes
drifted to the polished golden pole, wondering what she was supposed to do
with it.  
  
"What kind of music do you like?" Jack called from the other end of the stage.  
  
The brunette shrugged. "Uh . . . Maroon 5," she said. "Stuff like that."  
  
Jack tapped on the screen of his phone. _Whiny boy music_, he thought
derisively. "Don't have any of that, but . . . try this."  
  
The plucking notes of a bass guitar emanated from Jack's phone, which he set
on the end of the stage. A rhythmic drum beat followed, then the singer's
scratchy voice.  
  
"Who's that?" Candace asked with a small smile.  
  
"The White Stripes," Jack said as he started dancing in place. "Just go with
it. Think sexy. Start with unbuttoning your blouse."  
  
"Okay," Candace whispered. The jitters were threatening to take over her body,
but she fought against them. She swayed back and forth, focusing on the music
as it spilled out toward her. With every other beat, she popped one of the
buttons on her blouse, starting at the top.  
  
Jack's nodding smile encouraged her, and she stepped closer, keeping to the
rhythm of the song. _Think sexy_, she told herself. _Think like you want to be
naked in front of this guy._  
  
She let the blouse flutter open, revealing the firm smoothness of her torso.
She did not have much of a tan, she knew. She hoped it would not matter.  
  
Judging from the interest glimmering in Jack's eyes, it didn't. Emboldened,
she let the garment fall to the stage, and left it behind as she danced even
closer to the man. As the music rose in energy, she suddenly squatted down
before Jack and fanned her legs open. She had seen something like that in a
movie once.  
  
"Nice," Jack commented. "You're getting into it. Now, lose the skirt."  
  
Candace fought down the anxiety once more and straightened. She decided to be
a little playful, and looked down at Jack as she undid the snaps of the skirt.
_At least he's a good-looking guy_, she thought.  
  
Jack's eyes followed her movements avidly. "Yeah, that's it," he said. "Tease
me, baby. Make me want you. Make me think you want me."  
  
Candace nibbled her lip, moving to the music. She let the skirt slide down her
legs and stepped out of it. With only her bra and panties on, she was
beginning to get turned on. It certainly did not hurt, they way Jack's eyes
drank in her body. She never thought she was anything more than an average
skinny girl, but Jack's attention was making her feel like some kind of sex
goddess.  
  
_Damn, this girl's cute_, Jack thought. _Nice legs, tight little bubble butt .
. . hmm, play this right, man, and you could get some action._  
  
The music rose with a pounding of drums, inspiring Candace further. She turned
away from Jack and rolled her hips the way she had seen Miley Cyruss do. Jack
laughed and clapped.  
  
"Yo go, girl!" he cried.  
  
His words spurred her on, and she turned back, reaching for the clasp of her
bra. _This is what he really wants to see_, Candace thought. With the
naughtiest look she could muster, she released the bra and let it fall to the
floor.  
  
Jack stared, smile growing. "Nice," he muttered.  
  
Encouraged, the girl cupped her breasts. They were firm and round, capped with
dark pink nipples already swelling with arousal. She pinched them lightly, all
the while staring into Jack's eyes. Her libido was beginning to take over,
eliciting a warmth that started in the pit of her stomach and traveled down.  
  
Jack lifted a hand and crooked a finger in a beckoning gesture. Dutifully,
Candace sidled closer, realizing that the elevated stage placed her crotch at
the same level as Jack's face.  
  
His eyes drifted across the girl's panty-covered crotch. Through the thin
layer of white cotton, the shadow of her dark-haired pubic mound was
enticingly visible. "Now you really wanna work it," Jack told her, eyes
roaming back up to her face. "Touch me. Rub against me."  
  
"Really?" the girl asked.  
  
"That's how you sell it," Jack informed. "Turn me on. Make me want you. Make
me feel like . . ." He spoke slowly and deliberately as he continued,
capturing her eyes with his. " . . . like you might actually want to _fuck_
me."  
  
Candace said nothing. Truth was, her arousal had already reached the point
where the thought of sex with the man before her had become a real
consideration. His words, rakishly crass but with a primal sexiness, all but
tipped the balance.  
  
She stepped to the edge of the stage, pushing her hips out toward his face.
Settling one hand to the back of Jack's head for balance, she rolled her hips
back and forth, nearly brushing the man's nose against her cloth-covered
pussy. She found herself enjoying the tease, especially given Jack's avid
attention.  
  
Then slowly, seductively, Candace lowered herself before him, letting her flat
belly slide lightly down his nose. She spread her legs wide as she descended,
feeling the cotton press against her increasingly damp sex. Her breasts rubbed
against the man's forehead. Nipples dragged down Jack's face. Her hands
caressed his face, his shoulders as she came level with him.  
  
"Like that?" she whispered.  
  
Jack stared back, unable to disguise his own arousal. "Yeah, like that.
That's, um, pretty good."  
  
Candace grinned, then laughed softly as she pulled back. She settled her hands
to the stage and with her legs still splayed wide, lifted her pelvis until her
pussy was mere inches from Jack's face. "How about this?" she asked.  
  
Jack stared. The cameltoe formed by the girl's underwear was inviting,
delicious, made especially so by the small dark spot of moisture that revealed
the girl's roused state. He could sense the fresh, enticing scent of her
through the panties.  
  
"Even better," Jack whispered, lifting his hands to place them on Candace's
thighs. He looked up to her face, seeing the blush in her cheeks, the
heaviness of lust in her eyes. _Bingo_, he thought. But he resisted the urge
to take her. She needed a little more coaxing, he knew.  
  
He leaned in slightly and tested the waters with a gentle nip of his lips
against the inside of her right thigh. Candace didn't back off. She stared,
biting her lip. The contact of his lips sent a shiver through her. Aching need
began to blossom in her groin.  
  
Emboldened, Jack kissed her thigh again, this time closer to her pussy. He
sucked tenderly at the tendon standing out against the girl's skin, keeping
his eyes on hers. Then again he kissed, moving closer, closer, closer . . . .  
  
A heavy, heated sigh escaped Candace's lips as Jack's mouth pressed firmly
against her panty-covered sex. She pushed against his mouth, shuddering at the
feel of his tongue digging through the fabric. She lowered her hips to the
stage, laying back in wanton desire as the man came with her, ardently sucking
the flavor of her pussy through the cotton.  
  
No resistance came from Candace as Jack curled his fingers beneath the
waistband of the panties and tugged. Indeed, she planted her feet on his
shoulders and raised her hips just enough to let the man slide the underthings
along her thighs. She straightened her legs in the air to let him pull the
panties past her heels. Now fully nude save for her footwear, Candace eagerly
opened herself to him.  
  
_Gorgeous_, Jack thought, gazing upon Candace's succulent young cunt. A
trimmed growth of light brown hair adorned her pubic mound and framed the
fiercely pink lips of her pussy. Her clitoris, engorged, stood out like a
pearl in need of polishing. The man couldn't resist fastening his mouth to her
pussy once more, this time with nothing in the way.  
  
A hoarse cry of passion spilled from Candace as her lover devoured her. In her
limited sexual experience, she had never enjoyed anything so delicious. The
sucking, the licking, the probing of the man's tongue brought new and novel
sensations which she never wanted to end.  
  
"Yes, yes," she moaned over and over, clutching the back of Jack's head,
grinding against his hungry mouth. Lean thighs kicked in the air above the
man's head. Candace arched her back, writhing on the stage, feeling all too
soon the beginnings of an explosive climax. And when it hit, Candace shrieked
with her release, slapping hands to the stage. The deliciousness of Jack's
tongue probing deep inside her tunnel heightened her orgasm even further.  
  
She panted for seconds afterward, only numbly aware of her surroundings. She
felt movement on the stage, heard the fall of heavy boots. When she opened her
eyes to look up, she found Jack standing over her, unbuckling his belt.  
  
Randiness gave the girl a grin, and she eagerly rolled onto her knees before
the man. She knew what he wanted, and what she wanted to do. With no pretenses
of shyness now, Candace jerked apart the man's jeans and tugged them down to
mid-thigh. Without underwear in the way, his erect cock popped out, the head
shiny and wet.  
  
The girl giggled and swooned like the schoolgirl she only recently had been
and wrapped her hands around the man's shaft. She licked the head, tasting the
sticky sweet fluid emerging from the tip, then slid her lips around the crown.
She loved the way his cock filled her mouth.  
  
Jack sighed in bliss, threading his fingers through the brunette's lush hair.
The erotic sight of this girl slowly sucking him into her mouth made his cock
twitch. She was a little awkward, he noticed, evidence of her youth, but the
girl's enthusiasm made up for it. After taking half his stiff length, she slid
her mouth back and swallowed before going back for more.  
  
He cradled Candace's head, pumping his hips forward each time she dove in. The
sensations of her tongue massaging his cock were maddening. She would gag
slightly now and then, but it did not stop her from trying to work Jack to the
same frenzied explosion of bliss he had given her.  

"Don't make me come yet," he said suddenly, pulling his wet cock from her
mouth.  
  
Candace emitted a soft gasp of disapproval and looked up at him. "But I want
you to," she said.  
  
He smiled upon her, cupping her face. He leaned over for a kiss that was hotly
returned. "Turn around," he told her.  
  
Candace grinned and quickly complied. Concerns over precautions were hurled to
the winds as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, back arched,
offering up the prize between her legs. She felt, somehow, that she could
trust this man. She wanted to.  
  
Jack settled between the girl's legs, his cock laying heavily between the firm
mounds of her ass. He ran his hands across Candace's back and hips, making the
girl whimper with need. He slid back, letting the head of his cock slide down
over her puckered, obviously virgin anus to the sleek labia of the girl's
cunt. The heat of her sex seared through his cock. Candace trembled in
anticipation.  
  
Slowly, teasingly, Jack pushed the head of his penis inside the girl, nudging
her entrance. Candace squirmed, pushing back, and the head popped inside. They
moaned in unison. Hands gripping the girl's hips, he slid more and more of his
cock within her, relishing the snugness of her depths, the heat of her
delightful body.  
  
"Oh, God," murmured Candace, lowering her head and shoulders to the stage.
Heated breath steamed the glossy tile as she panted.  
  
Jack began pushing in and out of Candace's pussy, watching the way her pink
lips hugged his shaft on each withdrawal. The pace was slow and methodical at
first, but increased gradually until his hips smacked against the girl's tight
cheeks. Candace trembled and moaned upon the stage.  
  
The steady pounding thrusts of Jack's cock lit up every nerve in Candace's
body. She had never enjoyed anything so tawdry and torrid before. This was the
sort of sex she only dreamed about, fantasized about. The incredible reality
was even more electrifying than her imagination could conceive.  
  
The girl suddenly lifted her head from the stage, face contorted as another
orgasm erupted within her body. She let cry a long, staccato moan as she came,
her pussy squeezing tightly around the cock inside her. She bucked and
shuddered, her entire body heaving in the throes of climactic bliss.  
  
_God damn, this girl's a firecracker_, Jack mused in wonder. He held her hips
against him as Candace's orgasm ran its course, then slowly pulled out. _Not
much time_, he thought. _Better finish this._  
  
He rolled the panting girl onto her back, lifted her legs and rolled them
toward her breasts. "Hold your legs just like this," he directed her. Candace
complied with an eager giggle, gripping her legs behind the knees. The
position left her pussy gaping open, a slick invitation as Jack supported
himself over her, hands on the stage to either side of her head. Keeping his
legs straight, he hovered above the girl as if about to do push-ups.  
  
Both Jack and Candace watched as glistening cock sank into saturated cunt once
more. The girl sighed and moaned with each deep thrust the man made. She
looked up into his face, giving him a worshipful look. _I could do this all
damn day_, she thought blissfully.  
  
But after only another minute or so, Jack's body trembled as his own orgasm
finally began to build. He plunged into the girl over and over, working
himself toward a much-needed release. Just as the welling of sublime pressure
began in his groin, he dropped his knees and pushed up, sliding his cock free
of Candace's seething pussy.  
  
"Finish me off, baby," he growled, slipping a hand behind her head.  
  
Candace wantonly curled up, locking her legs around Jack's thighs, slapping
her hands to his hips. She tasted her own creamy essence on the man's cock as
she sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could. She had never tasted
herself like that before. The kinky naughtiness of the act thrilled her.  
  
Jack moaned as he thrust into her mouth. The rush began with a tingle in his
legs and traveled upward to his crotch with the speed of a bullet. He felt the
contracting of his pelvic muscle, then the glorious flood of release as semen
pumped through his shaft to erupt in Candace's mouth.  
  
He groaned through his orgasm, shuddering against the girl as her willing
mouth sucked every surge and spurt and dribble of cum from his cock. The
sensation was immense, overwhelming him. He winced slightly as his cock burned
within Candace's mouth, as she milked him with her lips and tongue. He heard
and felt her swallow several times. She seemed content to stay how she was.  
  
Finally slipping free from Candace's mouth, Jack eased back on the stage to
catch his breath. He looked to the young woman before him, who stared back,
blush-faced and eyes glowing. Her mouth was slick with the remains of his
orgasm. He chuckled. "That was fantastic," he said.  
  
"You're telling me," Candace murmured, falling onto her back. She looked
around at her surroundings, suddenly remembering that she was on a glossy
stage in a strip club. "Shit, I'd better get dressed."  
  
"Yeah, you'd better," Jack said. He was already standing and pulling up his
jeans.  
  
Candace scrambled around on the stage for her clothes as Jack jumped down and
headed back around the bar. He acted as if he was suddenly on a schedule and
time was running out.  
  
The girl slipped on her panties and slid the blouse around her shoulders.
Gathering her skirt and bra, she slid to the floor. She watched Jack duck
behind the bar.  
  
"So, uh . . . um, when do I start?"  
  
Jack gave no response. She heard frantic shuffling behind the bar, the sound
of a long zipper being drawn. With brow wrinkled in confusion, Candace
approached the bar. "Jack?"  
  
His head popped up once more, again startling the girl. "Stop doing that!" she
exclaimed with a laugh. "So when do I start?"  
  
The man shrugged as he hefted a small nylon bag. "Beats me. I don't do the
hiring around here. I don't even work here."  
  
Candace gaped at the man. "WHAT!" she shrieked.  
  
He grinned and stepped quickly to the end of the bar. "Seriously. I'm just
robbing the place."  
  
The girl's eyes bulged. "WHAT!" She jumped to the bar, leaning over the wooden
surface. Laying on the floor on the other side was a rather portly man,
unconscious, beside an open floor safe.  
  
Candace lifted her head in disbelief, staring after the thief. "Jack?"  
  
He paused at the end of the bar and looked back with a wry grin. "My name's
not Jack," he revealed casually. He started for the exit, then stopped.
Unzipping the nylon bag, he drew out a small handful of stacked bills and set
them on the bartop. "You might want to get out of here before the owner wakes
up and calls the cops."  
  
Candace could only stare in stupefaction as the man jogged down the hallway
and disappeared into the foyer. She heard the door open, then close.  
  
A faint moan sounded from the other side of the bar, where the real Jack lay.
Candace's heart pounded. In desperation, she pulled on the skirt and slid her
sweater over her head. She snatched up the money the thief had left her -- ten
wrinkled hundred-dollar bills -- then darted for the door.  
  
_I didn't want to be a stripper anyway. At least I got something out of it . .
. ._




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