Chapter 25

Chapter 25

"Janice come out of there!"

"I can't!" Janice sobbed from inside the supplies closet (by supplies I mean stripper outfits).

I tried to block out the cries coming from the closet as I changed into a black lacy bra and underwear. This was a new outfit, and the bra's under wire was particularly uncomfortable.

The girl pounding on the door sighed, and turned to me. "Can you get her out of there?"

"I don't think so," I said, adjusting my bra.

The girl sighed. "Well, I'm going on in 5 minutes so, I can't."

At that moment Dicky came in. His walk was similar to the stripper walk, but instead of sticking out his non-existing boobs, he stuck out his gut.

"Greetings girls!" He called, as his eyes fixed on one girl's ass.

"Janice locked herself in the closet," A girl in an electric pink thong said.

"Who?"

"Janice. Brown hair. Big boobs. Decent butt."

"Oh, Janice, of course." He strutted over to the supply closet. "Janice, Doll, get out of there."

"No!" Janice cried.

"Woman times," Dicky mumbled, causing every girl in the room to glare at him. "Sweetheart, what man did this too you?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Ok, Jenny's off for the night."

"Janice."

"Yes, yes, of course." Dicky then went strutting away to check out one of the girls boobs.

I sighed, as I tugged at the bra. This was really, really uncomfortable.

"He said he l-loved meeee!" Janice's muffled sobs came through the door.

"Time to go wow some guys, girls," Dicky yelled, leaving for his office.

I adjusted my bra one last time, before tossing my head back, and stripper walking out the doors with the other girls.

The place was packed, every seat taken, guys crowding around the stage. Two girls strutted onto the stage, causing a wave of hoots and whistles to fill the room.

I stripper walked through the room, waiting a minute to see if any guys would call me over. I pursed my lips slightly, and tried to look seductively around the room.

"Jasmine!"

I turned when hearing my stripper name, seeing a familiar group of guys. Chocolate eyes, his friends, and, Max.

So that's why he wasn't available.

Fun.

I stripper walked over to them. They were all squished into one table, and most of them were watching the stage, where one of the girls was starting to take her top off.

"Jasmine, good to see you again!" He winked.

I suppressed vomiting.

"Max, we found your girl!" He said to Max.

The guys broke into whistles, looking me up and down- well most of their eyes stopped around my chest.

"One for the gentleman over there," Chocolate eyes said, nodding at Max, and pulling out a wad of cash.

Max looked a little bit terrified. I took Chocolate eyes' money, and stripper walked over to him. "Would you like to go to the back room?" I asked, in my deep stripper voice.

"Um, uh huh," Max said awkwardly getting up around my boobs, as his friends broke into more Whoohoo!'s.

I led him to the back room. We got in, he sat down, and I sat down across from him.

"Hi," He said.

"Hey." My stripper voice was long gone. I pulled at my bra.

"What's up?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What's up? That's it?"

"Well," Max said, wringing his hands. "Is th-there anything, you know... note worthy?"

"Not really. You?"

Max shook his head.

"Well, that makes this really fun," I sighed and leaned back. "Do you wanna play a game?"

"Uh..." Max seamed nervous. "What... kind of game."

"I dunno. 20 questions?"

"Oh, ok," Max said, almost sighing with relief.

"You start."

"Uh... What's your name?"

I felt a wave of fear wash over me. "J-Jasmine."

"No, your real name."

My heart was beating in my ears. If I told him my name, then that would be it- He would make the connection no doubt, I was surprised he hadn't made it by then.

"Just... call me Jasmine."

Max looked concerned, and confused. "Uh, ok. It's your turn to ask a question now."

"I know how this game works," I said, my voice more snappy than I had meant it to be. "How... old are you, I guess."

"17." He then added. "Please don't turn me into the cops."

I giggled, causing my bra to dig into my even more. "Half of the guys in here are under age." I almost added, "Half the girls too."

"How old are you?"

"Same," I said, before I could think otherwise. "I mean... yeah, same."

"Oh... ok."

I was quiet for a moment.

"Why do you hang out with those guys?"

Max looked up, his eyes wide an almost shocked look on his face. "What do you mean?"

"They just don't seem like your crowd."

"Well... I know it doesn't seem that way but..." He sighed. "Jared and I- Jared is that guy with the brown hair- anyway, we've been best friends since we were 5. And he's a really great guy, but..." He shrugged. "He just doesn't always show it, in the traditional ways. And I don't really hang out with him much any more outside of this place. Which is kinda sad, now that I say it." He shook his head as if he was shaking off what he had just said. "Anyway. Uh, how long have you been working here?"

"Almost a year now."

"Do you... like working here?"

"Hey hey hey, it's my turn to ask a question." I paused, and tried to think of one, as the song ended. "Songs over," I said, standing up, and adjusting my bra one last time.

"But-" Max looked almost sad.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. Forget it."

"Ok," I said, giving him a bit of a weird look, as I headed out, Max following me. I went back to my stripper walk as Max followed back to the table.

"Hey," I said, going back to my stripper voice.

"Hey there darling," Chocola- I mean, Jared- said.

I tried my hardest to give him a sexy look, but I think I ended up looking more like I had a wedgie.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "My turn?" He asked.

I quickly glanced at Max, before realizing I didn't need his permission. I slowly walked over to Jared.

I'm actually ok at lap dances- this I know. However, I didn't really like giving Jared a lap dance. There were a few big reasons why: 1. He kept giving me the look with he eye brow raised, and nodding his head in a weird way, that I think he thought looked sexy, but probably looked as ridiculous as my sexy face. 2. OH MY GOD WHAT WAS WITH THIS BRA??? 3. Max was watching.

All the guys were watching, and whistling, and stupid stuff like that. But Max wasn't whistling... he was glaring at Jared. He looked a little... jealous.

What?

The song ended and I straightened up, and walked away before he or any of his other friends, could ask for another one.

I saw a couple guys coming in the door, and walked up to them, trying to shake the thoughts of Max's glare out of my head.

"Hey," I said to the first guy. He had black sort of spiky hair, and the other guy had longer blond hair. I stuck out my boobs at them as much as I could.

The guy looked me up and down, and surprisingly, his eyes didn't linger at my boobs. "Oh honey," He said with a pitiful look on his face. "No."

"What?"

"We're here to see uh..." He turned to the blond guy. "What's her name here?"

"Are you here for Janice?" I asked.

"Yes, do you know her?"

"You better not be here to break up with her."

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