As I started to put my clothes back on, I got up enough nerve to ask, 'When would you like me to start work?'
'Tonight,' he said.
'Okay,' I replied, 'tonight.'
'Okay, doll, be here at eight o'clock, and you work until two.'
I went out onto the street, and walked down to a phone booth. I put in a dime and dialed Margot's number. She answered after a couple of rings. I instantly made the decision that I would just give her the bare information that I wouldn't be home until late because I had found a job, not mentioning either what kind of job it was, or what had happened between us the night before.
'Margot,' I said. 'Listen, I've managed to get a job, but I have to start tonight and won't be home until late.'
'Oh, how lucky, a job right off the bat,' she said. 'What is it? Something exotic, I'll bet.'
I gulped at her choice of words, and then said, 'No, it's just an ordinary job. I have to am now, I'll see you later.' 'But-' she started to say.
'Goodbye, Margot, see you later,' I interrupted, and hung up the phone, breathing a sigh of relief.
I had a few hours to kill before I was supposed to go back to Count Porno's, so I found a restaurant, ate a light dinner, then spent the next two hours strolling up and down the streets, window shopping and thinking about my new job.
At seven-thirty I found myself only a couple of blacks from Count Porno's. As I came upon the garish red and silver building with its winking sign, I stopped to get my breath. As I entered, the atmosphere was quite different than it had been before. The place was now full of noisy men, the buzz of their comments filling the smoky room with a reverberating din that was topped off by a screeching jukebox blasting out rock music. The girl who had been behind the bar during the afternoon was shuffling around on the stage with a bored expression on her face, popping her gum, but this time without her bikini. Despite her obvious lack of enthusiasm and relatively small tits, the crowd seemed to like her. Although I wasn't looking forward to what I was going to be doing, I couldn't help but think to myself that if they liked her, they'd love me.
Then I heard a gravelly voice interrupting my thoughts. It was Harry. 'Say, listen,' he said, 'I'm glad you're here early.'
I steeled myself and asked the inevitable question. 'What do you want me to do?'
'Oh, that's easy,' he said. 'Just take it off.'
'On stage?'
'Do you mean strip on stage?' he said. 'Naw, you don't have to do that. This ain't no strip joint. This here's a bottomless dancing joint. There's a difference. In the one you start off with all your clothes on and tease the customers by taking them off. Here you start off with them all off and give the customers a good look at what you got. You can start off with a pair of panties on, though. What kind you got on?'
'Well… well,' I stuttered, 'they're those bikini kind, and they're blue with little rose decorations on them.'
'Are they clean?'
I was rendered speechless.
'Aw, I'll bet I offended you,' he said mockingly. 'Well, that's show biz. Anyway, listen. I think it would be a good idea to wear panties when you first come out, sort of tantalize them for a couple of minutes while they wonder if that blonde hair is natural, heh-heh. But, here, I want you to wear these.' He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of orange panties with black lace on them and tossed them over to me. When I looked at them, I gasped. They were crotchless like the ones I'd found at Margot's.
'I don't think I want to wear these,' I summoned up enough courage to say.
'Why not, doll?' he said. 'They're gonna see your snatch before you know it anyway. Wearing these'll just make it a little classier. How you do it p is go out there in these things and sort of keep your legs pressed together at first. We'll hold back the music for a few seconds so they can get a good look at you. Then when the music starts, slowly spread your legs apart so they can see what you've got between 'em. Then, while you're dancing, take 'em off.'
I stood silently for a moment, contemplating the crotchless panties, and then finally had to give in to reality and agree, 'I guess you're right, I guess it doesn't make any difference.'
'That's the way I like to hear you talk,' he said triumphantly. 'Now, listen, here's the schedule. You dance for three records and then you get off and another girl takes your place. There's enough girls so that you only have to dance about once an hour. When you're dancing, do your own thing-just so long as they get plenty of good looks at your pussy, because that's what they're paying for. The dressing room is back there.' He pointed toward a white door which had the word 'Ladies' stenciled on it.
'But that's the restroom,' I protested. 'Do I have to change in there? What if someone comes in?'
He laughed. 'Come on, use your noodle, kiddo. How much business do you think the ladies' restroom gets in a jackoff joint like this?'
I had to agree with his logic, and nodded my head that I understood.
'Now we're gonna have you go on right after Bertha up there is through,' he went on. 'The only thing we gotta do now is think up a name for you. What's your name?'
'Honeysuckle,' I said.
'Terrific!' he exclaimed. 'A name we don't have to change! After these guys see that blonde cunt of yours, that's one pot of honey they're all gonna wanna suck. Terrific!'
I winced at his reference to my name, the blasphemy to Katrina's memory creating a knot in the pit of my stomach. But this was no time to get squeamish. I had already suffered enough humiliation to back out at this point without getting the money. Before I left to change, I asked, 'When do I get paid?'
'Oh, yeah, right, a hundred twenty-five on Wednesday.'
'A hundred and fifty,' I said evenly, my harshness surprising me.
'Right, right,' he laughed. 'Twenty-five bucks extra for the blonde snatch. But, listen, don't tell the other girls or they'll all be after my ass for more bread.'
The ladies' restroom was a dingy cubbyhole with a single forty-watt bulb providing the only light. There was a toilet, a grimy sink, and a shelf for stacking the clothes the dancers didn't wear. I quickly slipped out of mine, folded them, and put them on the shelf. I held the orange crotchless panties in front of me, and before I could think any more negative thoughts and talk myself out of going through with the whole thing, I held my breath, closed my eyes, and stepped into them.
After I had them on I couldn't resist staring down at them to see how they looked. As Harry had said, when my legs were together they looked like an ordinary pair of panties, but when I parted my thighs the opening between my legs spread apart, revealing the hair and ups of my cunt, framed with black lace. The vulgarity of it repelled me on the one hand, but on the other hand I had to acknowledge that there was something definitely erotic about the wispy hair and slippery lips of my cunt emerging through the lacy slit.
Before I could think any more, I heard an amplified voice booming from outside the door: 'And now, gentlemen, a real treat. A new superstar at our club! Count Porno proudly presents the blonde bombshell, the fabulous Honeysuckle!' Tightening my fists and sucking in my breath, I emerged through the restroom door and marched toward the stage.
Wolf-whistles and crude remarks greeted me as I climbed up on the stage, which turned out to be covered with linoleum and sprinkled with sawdust. I stood as Harry had suggested with my legs pressed tightly together while the audience ogled me.
Suddenly the music started. It was loud rock from the jukebox, obviously selected for its heavy beat. The only way you could move to it and keep in time was to bump and grind. I began twitching my hips and slowly parted my thighs as Harry had said I should do. As I did so, I couldn't help but look down and notice the sight of my cunt emerging for all these leering men to gawk at. As Harry had predicted, the audience went wild when they saw my blonde cunt hair.
'Oh, wow!' I heard a voice from the back of the room exclaim. 'She digs herself, she's looking at her own cunt! Right on, baby!'
I quickly averted my eyes from my crotch and started to concentrate on the business at hand. I listened to the rock music. Its beat was throbbing sensuously, and I made my body move with the music. But seductive as the beat and lyrics of the music were, it was still an effort to move with it. I kept my head up high with my eyes
