Jakki (formerly: Jack), was still adjusting. Despite his inherent intelligence, these heels seemed to have a mind of their own. She felt the urge to tug the hem of her skirt lower, and simultaneously the neckline higher.
The apartment, and the wardrobe were uncomfortable revelations. Intellectually, he knew he was going undercover as a pole dancer / stripper, but experiencing the reality was understanding on a whole different level.
She was already looking out for the contact, and an exit from this assignment. Jakki hated the time she had to spend on make up, and was already too aware of being on display, and judged!?!
The open leering glances were unsettling, the lewd invitations just made her squirm. She truly hadn't had such a tricky assignment before. Stumbling in her heels, she recalled what role she was playing. This walk into the club was small-potatoes compared to what she'd be expected to do to maintain her cover.
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The background assured her, this wasn't a sleazy club. That no backdoor deals were tolerated, it didn't feel as comforting now to know she wasn't expected to sell sex as part of the job. However,... well, it felt unsettling so far.
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It was too early for Score's to be busy, and the bouncer on the door looked her over like a hungry man devouring a first meal.
"I'd... I'd like to try out for... for a job." Jakki stammered, and stuttered. The air of confidence and sass, evaporating before she could even say a word.
"Honey, are you sure you're right for this job." The bouncer asked her bust.
Jakki steeled her resolve, she wasn't going to fuck it up before it'd started.
"Yeah, honey." She sneered back. Finding the courage to trace his muscles barely concealed beneath the suit. She could feel his muscles tauten, wishing she still had such strength rather than these bags of fat stuck to her chest, and that incredible rump squeezed into this dress.
His smile was dopey, and he stepped aside to let her enter. It was going to be an adjustment, but she needed to think of this body as a different type of weapon, charm and flirting as part of her armoury.
Already inside the half-light of the club. She tried an experiment. "Do you think I've a chance?" she asked. She gave him a pirrouette on the spot. Tottering in her heels as she turned.
His smile widened, as he nodded his answer. Jakki noticed a second, confirming opinion stiffening appreciatively in his pants.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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