“I would first like to thank everyone for their time and effort,” you say over the intercom, watching the girls as they perk up, eagerly awaiting their name. “And I’m sorry, but we only have enough room for one applicant. The rest of you can hopefully apply for a position again in the near future. Now, will everyone except of Natalie leave the room, please?”
One of the girls immediately storms out in a huff, one of them gives Natalie a congratulatory hug, and the last one just sits, dumbfounded. Natalie herself is wearing the brightest smile you’ve ever seen as she gracefully crosses her legs, waiting for the next potion to begin.
“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. !” Natalie says once she enters your office.
“Well, don’t get your hopes up, Natalie—that was just the beginning,” you answer evenly. “Now we begin the testing.” You notice that her confident smile hasn’t faded in the least. You offer her your own smile as you sit at your desk. “So, Natalie, if you don’t mind, do you know exactly what it is we do here?”
“All my friends told me was that this place was a great opportunity to dance,” she replies.
“And it is,” you assure her. “But, to put it bluntly, this is a gentleman’s club.” Her smile falters slightly. “But we do specialize far more than any other similar business,” you say, trying to recapture her interest. “We only hire girls with true talent. Here the focus is on the show, not the body. You won’t have to flap your tits around if you don’t want to.” You place your hand on top of hers. She lets out a small, nervous, obviously uncomfortable giggle, but you notice that she doesn’t pull away. “We have shows featuring all different sorts of dance—you’ll be able to experiment and have fun with many other dance styles like belly dancing and hula, if you want to.”
You throw out the two dances on a whim, assuming that she would not have studied them since they were considered more ‘exotic’. Natalie leans forward—the smile is gone from her face, but you clearly still have your interest. Hook, line, and sinker, you think to yourself.
“We also have all sorts of men in various positions of power, visiting our establishment,” you add. “You’d be surprised at who you might see watching you. If you’re good enough, you’ll start attracting lots of attention, Natalie, and while I’d be sad to see you go, I’d understand if you use this job as a stepping stone to becoming something better—a shining star.”
You’re quiet for a moment, waiting for her response. You grow a bit worried as Natalie’s eyes flutter around the room, deliberately avoiding you as she thinks it though. You might’ve been too vague—you don’t actually know her dancing background or her ambitions, after all. Maybe she wants to be a professional dancer, maybe she wants to be a movie star; without knowing you can’t actually drop any actual names that would pique her interest. One of her hands rises to her lips as she finally manages to meet your gaze. She blinks her large dark doe eyes for a moment before nodding.
“I…I think I can do that,” she says.
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