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A midtown hotel romp with two men left Sally in a bad way about her sexual behavior. As she began therapy it became necessary to confront her sexual history. Her college years were a good place to start. She recalled seeing the sign: City Lights: Dancers Wanted: Make Your Own HoursShe didn’t know if it was something she could actually do but the thought wouldn’t leave her alone. It was a sexual fantasy she had harbored for some time since reading an article about college girls going to Las Vegas on weekends to work in so-called “Gentlemen’s Clubs”. She’d done crazy things before but this would be taking it to a whole new level. Then again, she thought, I could just go and see what it’s all about. Talking herself into it, she made the call. “Yes”, the man said, “We are still looking for dancers.”They agreed to a meeting the next morning. City Lights was in Framingham, a thirty-mile drive from her campus in isvecbahis Boston, far enough that, if she decided to act, it could be done anonymously. It wasn’t exactly what you’d call upscale, City Lights was in a run-down part of town surrounded by liquor stores, check cashing places, and sorry-looking grocery stores. It was ten AM and there were only a handful of cars in the lot, Frank, the man she spoke to the day before, mentioned they didn’t open for business until three in the afternoon. It was pretty much as she expected, a long bar on one side and seating up to the stage opposite that. There was a DJ set up next to a row of benches and what looked to be a back room. She approached a man sitting at the bar drinking coffee and asked if he was Frank.“Yes I am,” was his reply. “And you must be Sally.”She accepted his offer of coffee and he first asked to see her ID, dancers must be at least eighteen, Sally isveçbahis giriş was barely legal as they say. Moving to a nearby table, Frank then explained exactly what employment at City Lights would entail. Dancers were independent contractors, there was no salary, no benefits, and no job security, all stage dancing tips, less ten percent for the DJ, accrued to the dancer. There was a lap dancing area with no touching allowed, dancers paid the house ten dollars per dance, whatever they got beyond that was theirs.In the back room were several small rooms for private interactions. These rooms cost the dancers fifty dollars for each use. Frank explained that while City Lights was not exactly upscale she could expect as much as one hundred bucks or more for a private session. If she was going to offer sex to her clients there were certain protocols they used to avoid prostitution problems. Frank excused himself isveçbahis yeni giriş and came back with Ahmed, the owner. Both men commented that she was unlike most of the other girls and that she could expect to make serious money. When Sally inquired just what “serious” meant, they both agreed that a thousand a night was not out of the question.“Okay then, let’s see what you’ve got,” said Ahmed as he lit a cigar.Sally rose and removed her sweater. Slightly unbalanced she unzipped her jeans and put them on the nearby chair. Knowing that they’d want her to undress she wore her sexiest underwear. The nipples on her small breasts were now perfectly erect as she dropped her bra on the table. She made a point of acting coquettish as she slid her panties down her legs. Her heart was pounding with the arousal of standing in this public place naked for these men to ogle and offer judgment on whether she was acceptable to work in their brothel. Hands on hips, they asked her to turn around. Frank mentioned to her that her tits were kind of small but everything else was a real moneymaker, he also mentioned she’d need to shave her pussy.