"Gentleman, put your hands together for ... JAILBAIT!" AS the crowd erupted into cheers Antonella made her way onto the stage with a single pole jutting out from it. Adorned in a pair of heels and a thong that might as well have been painted on. Grabbing the pole, she began to perform her routine, thinking about her first day. She had shown up at the club a few hours before it was scheduled to open, thinking her career change had been a joke. However, as she was led inside where she met several other women in various forms of undress, she realized it wasn't one. She was greeted by one of the older women in the group, a women named Donna who was in her early forties and sporting a pair of D-cup breasts. She had been friendly when they met and was quick to introduce her to the other girls in the club as well.
After introductions, she was led off to the lockers to strip down and put her clothes away. She had been incredibly embarrassed and hesitant to undress in front of Donna at the time due to how intimate the action was, and the fact that she was significantly less endowed than her as well. Now she found it laughable as it turned out her more petite body and youthful appearance had led to her stage name of Jailbait. Just like back home, there were no shortage of fetishes that guys needed to be fulfilled.
After stripping down and joining the others out at the main floor, she had her arms wrapped around her chest and was shivering like a like a dog, much to the others amusement. She was reassured that in time she'd warm up a lot quicker the longer she stuck with the job. They also explained to her that the strippers doubled as both dancers and waitresses, being on rotation to take the pole while serving customers. So, she'd be given a quick crash course on her routine on the pole and explained how to take the orders. Everything she had been told was relatively simple, but a lot harder to pull off on the first try then she thought. Her first time on the poll didn't really thrill the patrons and waiting tables was even harder. Not only for the fact that she had to balance on heels that she had never worn before in her life, but also the handsy customers as well. It took a bit of will power not to slap away their hands when they tried to cope a feel.
Still, after a few days of spinning on the pole and working with the girls on how to suppress her basic reflex to slap other people's hands away from her. Now she could spin on the pole to get the boys riled up and balance a plate full of dishes while she got felt up. It was still a lot for her to take in as she had gone from trying her best to remain family friendly for her advertisers, to going out of her way to be as salacious as possible. For the first time in a long time, Antonella was happy with her life.
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