“Hey, where’s the manager?” the woman showing off her tits standing beside what was obviously her sister with a uninterested look on her face asked.
Jenny, for her part, couldn’t understand how the manger kept having a string of drop dead gorgeous women come in to the club asking for him. Sure, she worked in a strip club as a waitress, and obviously the manger had to deal with the dancers, but there was something different about the women coming to see Jim.
Take these two for example, a few weeks ago they’d been in the club for a lesbian bachelorette party, they were well dressed in business casual attire and only lightly engaged with the dancers, unlike the other members of the party.
If Jenny had to guess, they were straight as an arrow and only there because of their friendship with the bride. They did chat with the manager for a little while though, Jenny had overheard some of the conversation and it was all about the business of the club. What kind of markup did they get on the alcohol, how much was rent, what other overhead did he have, etc. 100% business.
“He’s in his office. Just down this hallway, take a right at the end and then knock on the door.” Jenny replied as she pointed towards the back rooms where Jim’s office was along with the changing room for the dancers.
“Thanks honey.” the woman replied and then walked past her and down the hallway.
Jenny watched their asses sway as the women walked arm in arm, and she had no doubt they’d be out on the floor before too long, another addition to the long list of dancers available to the patrons of the club.
Jenny walked through the VIP and only paused for a moment as she passed a booth with a guy and two women in it. It was the women from earlier, still in their hot pink dresses, or at least partially. The one who had talked to her earlier, had her dress pulled down around her waist and her tits wrapped around the man’s head.
The sister was still fully dressed but was between the man’s legs, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked eagerly on his dick.
“God baby, your face between my tits feels so amazing! I bet my sister sucking off your cock feels just as good!”
For his part, the man had one hand on the first sisters ass, and his other hand intertwined in her sisters hair, guiding her bobbing.
Jenny smiled and moved on before any of them noticed her and went back to take the order from one of the other booths that had requested her. That booth only had two people in it, an older gentlemen with a buxom blonde sitting on his lap.
“Hey guys, what can I get you?” she asked.
“Just a water…” the blonde started to say but the man interrupted her.
“She’ll have a vodka soda and I’ll have a bourbon.” he said.
“You’re gonna get me drunk…” the blonde said, clearly a little tipsy already.
“That’s the plan.” the man replied and the blonde blushed.
“That will be $78. Cash or credit?” Jenny asked.
The man reached into his pants pocket with some difficulty with the blonde on his lap, but managed to pull out a hundred dollar bill and hand it to her. She motioned to get his change, but he held up and hand and shook his head to stop her.
“Thanks, be right back.” Jenny replied and then headed back to the bar, a smile on her face.
The blonde, Tracy, was well know to be a bit of a prude… when she was sober. But get a couple of drink into her and she was a wildcat, eager to please her customers.
It was an act of course, Tracy only drank vodka sodas because no on could tell there wasn’t any vodka in them. Not that Tracy seemed to notice, she was as drunk as a sunk after a couple and Jenny was sure the manager had something to do with it as well.
Jenny knocked on Jim’s door and waited until she heard him call out to come in. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, taking a seat in front of his desk.
“Hey Jenny, what’s up?” he asked in the friendly tone he always seemed to have.
Jenny paused for a moment, hesitating, but then spoke up, “I wanted to say thanks for hiring me and, and apologize for how rude I was.” she managed to get out.
Jim raised his eyebrow, “Rude… I don’t remember you being rude.” he said dismissively.
“Well I was. I said, god I feel so silly now, I said that I’d never lower myself to being a dumb slutty dancer like the girls that worked here. I was so full of myself… I’m sorry.”
He waved his hand at her dismissively, “Oh, that, don’t worry about. Didn’t even cross my mind afterwards.”
“That’s not the point. I was wrong, the girls aren’t dumb and slutty… they’re smart and slutty. They work hard to make their clients as happy as they can! Take those two new girls… Trixie and Dixie, they were big time business advisors. Now they bring the same dedication to making sure their clients get all the tits and ass they want!”
“True, they have been working out well. They’re quite popular, separately or together.” Jim replied.
Jenny nodded and pursed her lips, “Do… do you think, maybe, I could do a shift or two on the floor?” she asked hopefully.
Jim frowned a little and Jenny’s heart sank, “I don’t know. I know you’re smart enough, being an engineering major and all… but are you slutty enough?” he asked.
Jenny’s nipples hardened instantly and her pussy moistened as a grin cross her lips and she stood up and walked around Jim’s desk.
She quickly removed her top to expose her modest breasts, only d cups, but small by the standards of the club, then sunk down to her knees and quickly unzipped Jim’s pants.
“I’ve been watching all the girls, let me show you how slutty I can be…” she replied, holding his hardening shaft in her hands before wrapping her lips around it and sliding all the way down.
Jim watched Jenny close the door behind her as she left and then turned to his laptop and brought up the control software for the club’s sound system.
Most of it was controlled by the DJ, but the special subsonic subliminal messages were overlaid on top of the music. Most of the time it was just generic “spend more money”, “have a good time”, “enjoy the girls”, “dancers should be as slutty as they can be”, “staff should work hard”, kinds of affirmations.
It made the club profitable and easy to manage, but once in a while he added more targeted messages. Trixie and Dixie were prime examples. The system only needed a couple of hours to drill in even the most complex messages, so after he’d talked to them at their bachelorette party, he’d come back to his office and written up some custom commands for them.
The wait staff was just as important as the dancers in some ways, and Jenny had been a good waitress for the last year, but a new batch of college girls was coming in and he had a few applications for new waitresses waiting on a call back. It was time for Jenny to graduate from waitress to dancer… especially since her grades had deteriorated so much since starting to work at the club.
He brought up the message editor and started typing in some new commands for Jenny; “Jenny needs to drop out of school”, “Jenny needs to become a full time dancer”, “Jenny needs a big set of fake tits”, “Jenny needs to be a fake plastic stripper that suck and fucks all of her clients”.
He linked the commands to Jenny’s work schedule and then saved everything before locking his computer again and heading out onto the floor. You never knew when someone like Trixie and Dixie might be in the club and present an opportunity to expand his stable of dancers.
