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Part 1 - Chapter Six
Maria, Darlene, & Katy
Strippers


"Are you nuts?" Darlene challenged Maria.

"Maybe.  Probably," she answered, smiling broadly.  She was still
completely nude.  "All you two see is a place about to go under,
but I see possibilities.  I like it here.  The people are
friendly and every one of those guys..."

"Might rape you," Katy snapped.

"Would be happy to make sure we get home safely," Maria frowned.

"And if they won't, Rocky will," Kat assured the girl as she
joined the group at the table.

"I brought my birth certificate," Maria told Kat.  "I know I have
to prove that I'm not an illegal alien or something.  So, do I
have a job?"

"I can't pay you."

"Well, I made... let's see... fifty-one dollars," Maria smiled. 
"And you can buy me dinner tomorrow night.

"Is that little voice in your head talking to you again?" Darlene
asked, her brow furrowed into a stern frown.

"Yep," Maria giggled.  "I'm going to work here at least one
month.  I've got to work somewhere.  I already quit my job at
Roy's, and Brenda's moving in with her boyfriend, so I have to
make more money to live."

"You can't live on less then a hundred dollars a day," Katy
informed the Latina.

"I made over fifty in a couple hours.  I'll make more tomorrow
and more the day after that.  Come on.  Give it a try."

"No," Katy told her.  "We need to find a place where I'm going to
make good money if I'm going to dance naked.  I'm sorry, but I
don't think we'll make much here," she told Kat.

Maria spoke up immediately.  "OK.  Give me a week.  No, two.  If
you're not making good money in two weeks, then we'll go some-
place else.  Look, guys.  Kat's not telling us we have to share
tips with the bartender or bouncer, she's telling it like it is. 
Also, guys talk.  I bet a bunch more guys drop in tomorrow just
to see if the guys that are here tonight were telling the truth
about the wacko gal called Salsa.  Bet me I'm wrong.  I dare
you."

"We agreed to stay together," Darlene reminded Maria.

"We can be together here," Maria insisted, pouting.

"We haven't even seen the dressing room," Katy snapped.

"We didn't need to," Maria said.  "It's going to be perfect.  I
just know it.  Kat, can we see the rest of the place?"

"Sure."  Rocky and Katina lived in an apartment carved out of the
third floor loft.  "It's technically illegal.  We don't have an
occupancy permit but since we're paying for the whole building
and can't afford another place, we're making do for now."  The
loft was divided into four apartments, one for Rocky and Kat,
another for Kit, short for Kitanalla, Kat's younger sister.  The
other two apartments were vacant.  One served as a huge dressing
room and the other was a storage area.  Rocky installed the extra
plumbing including multiple showers in the dressing room.

While they checked the place, Kat told them about herself.  She
was twenty-nine, almost thirty.  Rocky was thirty-two and had
spent two years in jail.  He no longer drank or did drugs and
hadn't been in any trouble in more then five years.  They had two
young kids, two and five.  Kit was twenty-five, divorced, and on
her own with a four-year-old.  They also met Shirley, Rocky's kid
sister, who was babysitting.  Shirley was 18 and obese, over two
hundred fifty pounds.

"You ought to start dancing," Maria told her.  "It'll take the
weight off."

"Me?  Dance?  Shit, girl, I'd drive their last customer out."

"No way," Maria insisted.  "Most real guys like their women to be
real.  You don't see any of us with boob jobs, do you?"

On the drive back home, Darlene and Katy grudgingly admitted that
they, too, liked Kat and Rocky.  Neither was convinced that the
club would ever make it.  Dwayne dropped Katy off at her
apartment.  Maria slept on Darlene's sofa.

--=*=--

At exactly five, Maria was standing at the door to 'Kit Kat's'. 

Nine men waited with her.  Only one had seen Maria the night
before, the old man who removed her top.  Today, he was
clean-shaven.  "You ought to see this lady move," he told the
others.  "Damn, but she's hot."

"Why, thank you," Maria grinned, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 
When a hand goosed her, Maria whirled around.  "Look, guys.  I'm
a dancer.  I'm pretty liberal and all, but I dance to make a
living, OK?  I am NOT a whore.  Hands off.  Once I'm into the
mood, I might allow a little touching, but that's my choice, got
it?"

"She's like Kat," the old man said to the rest of them.  "And the
law says it's a felony to touch if she don't want it.  Sexual
assault.  You'd have to register as a sex offender.  And make no
mistake about it, I'll testify against anybody who puts a hand on
her."

"Let's not get too extreme, sweets," Maria told him, giving him a
friendly hug.  "Whoever it was, was probably just trying to pat
my fanny and missed.  By the way, what's your name?"

"Tom," he answered.  "And not one crack about Uncle Tom," he
quickly added, raising his cane at the other men threateningly
just as the lock clicked and Rocky swung the door open.  Rocky's
surprise was obvious as nine men pushed past him and two white
guys got out of a car at the curb to come inside.

"What time's the dancin' start?" one man asked.

"As soon as you all have a drink," Rocky grinned.

"Not two?" a white man questioned.  "How much?"

"Depends on what you're having," Rocky answered.

"Not seven or eight or ten bucks, no matter what?"

"Nope.  Our prices are posted."

The white man looked at the board over the bar and said, "All
right!"  He and his buddy rushed to get a seat at the stage.

The other men, except Tom, also took seats along the stage.  Kat
wasn't down yet, so Maria tossed her jacket and gym bag onto the
bar, grabbed a pad and pencil, and started taking drink orders by
the stage steps and worked her way toward the bar.  She didn't
need the pad.  Seven draft beers, two Budweisers, and two
run-and-Cokes were quickly delivered.  When she took the tray
back to the bar, she fished around in her bag and handed Rocky a
piece of paper and a stack of CDs.  "Do you have a portable
microphone?"

"A couple," he answered as he scanned Maria's note.

"I'll want one for my second set, OK?"

"OK.  Ready to start?"

"Anxious.  We don't want to lose any of our customers."

"Go for it," he grinned, turning to insert the first CD and
punching in the track that the note said Maria wanted.

"Not too loud," Maria told him.  "You know, you need to put a
couple speakers by the door to attract people from outside so you
don't have to turn everything up so loud."  She quickly skipped
over to Tom as the music started, a slow Latino instrumental. 
She smiled broadly as she approached him.  Tom smiled back.

To begin her first full night of dancing, Maria wore a bright
yellow halter top with ties behind her neck and in the middle of
her back, and a matching wrap-around skirt.  She squatted down
in front of old Tom so he could pull the ends of the bowknots. 
Maria cupped her hands over her breasts to hold the top on when
the straps fell away.  She teased her little audience a bit
before turning to face the old man and lean forward.  He turned
his palms up to receive the garment.

The soft, slow guitar instrumental suddenly changed tempo to a
wild Latin beat.  Maria jumped around and shook her body with the
beat, running her hands through her long mane of shiny black
hair.  She danced along the floor beside the stage, then turned
and went back to old Tom to present the bow at her hip just as
the tempo of the music slowed again.  Tom performed his duty,
holding the end of the bow so Maria could back away slowly and
then spin out of her skirt as the beat picked up.

Wearing only a neon yellow g-string and heels, Maria got into the
dance, circulating by each of the men and dancing for just him
for a few moments before moving on to the next customer.  When
two more men appeared from under the heavy drape at the door, she
gestured to them and smiled as she worked her way around the low
bar at the edge of the stage.  Kat appeared just in time to take
drink orders from the newcomers.

When the first song ended, Maria asked loudly, "OK, guys.  Your
decision.  Do I get naked on stage or do I dance down here like
this?"

"I heard you dance naked at tables."

"Oh, no way," she said with exaggerated seriousness.  "That would
be illegal."  Then she smiled broadly at the man and used a stage
whisper to tell him, "But maybe later, after nine or so, if there
are no cops around, maybe."  She straightened again.  "What'll it
be?  Naked on stage?  Let me see your hands."  Six hands went up.

"G-string down here."  Seven hands.  "Music, Rocky."

And the 'Theme from Rocky' burst out of the speakers.  Kat was
busy with more customers coming through the door.  Maria danced
wildly, spinning and swaying.  After each spin, she ended up in a
man's lap.  "I am _SO_ clumsy," she wailed loudly, wiggling a bit
as she got back up onto her spike heels, usually with a helping
hand from one or two of the men.

Just as 'Rocky' was ending, Maria mounted the stage and presented
the bows at each side of her g-string to men seated along the
bar.  They pulled until the knots untied and the ends of the
strings separated.  When the front patch stayed in place, she
cooed, "Oh, dear.  It seems that I need your help."  She offered
another man the dangling string on one side.  She clenched her
butt cheeks around the string up her backside and played
tug-of-war with the man, giggling when the patch of fabric pulled
away from the two-sided Scotch tape she stuck to her belly.  To
end the game, she bent at the waist, stepped over the elastic,
and let the man slowly strip the string out of her butt crack. 
The guy played along with her games, sniffing at the string and
patch of fabric, then letting out a long, satisfied sigh.  As a
reward, Maria did her nastiest dancing for him, spreading her
legs and bending to display her freshly depilated pussy lips and
asshole.

Mental Mistress made her do it.  She used depilatory cream rather
then shaving her bikini line because after shaving, Maria got an
unpleasant rash followed by ingrown hairs and terrible itching
for a week.  She learned about depilatories at GWU.  Wanda
recommended a brand that was long lasting.  According to Wanda,
the hair that did grow back would be lighter and thinner, too. 
She had been experimenting for a while, then just spread the
cream everywhere early that morning.

Some of the men commented about her bare mons.  Maria wanted to
hide, to cover up, to... But MM ordered her to show everyone. 
"You have to save the Kit Kat Klub," MM kept telling her.  "Do it
for the children, Kat's and Kit's.  Do it for little Benjamin so
Katy won't have to work when he's older."

Since Kat was busy talking to a patron, Maria motioned to Rocky
to put another song on.  He picked a short one.  When it ended,
Kat was waiting at the steps.  "What is this?" she demanded,
holding out a card.

"When a business needs more business, a business has a sale, so
we're having a sale on table dances."

"You could have asked.  You should have said something."

"There wasn't any time," Maria told her.  "You had customers
waiting as soon as you opened the door."

"Well thanks," Kat grinned, hugging the naked girl before she ran
to the middle of the stage to begin her set.

Maria danced down the edge of the stage to retrieve her g-string.
She borrowed the man's finger to hold the strings in place while
she tied a bowknot on each side.  "Thanks," she told him,
kneeling at the edge of the stage so she could kiss his forehead
and so that he got a spectacular view of her erect nipples
dangling at eye level.

As soon as Maria descended the steps, several men held cards
aloft.  "I gotta get drinks first," she called to them.  "If you
keep yer shirts on, I'll leave mine off."  Maria left her top in
Tom's safekeeping and skipped to the door to greet some new
customers and to take their drink orders.  When she returned with
the drafts, she saw Kit dancing at one of the tables.  Maria
headed for another table where she had seen someone holding up
one of her cards.

Maria danced enthusiastically for the whole song.  When it ended,
she was about to move on when a guy at the same table produced a
twenty-dollar bill and slipped it under the elastic of her
g-string.  She made sure that he got his money's worth, rubbing
her hand over the bright yellow patch that covered her pussy as
she ground her body against an imaginary lover.  It was her
first, official, paid-for-in-cash-at-full-price table dance.

Maria's feet already burned from running around and dancing in
spike heels.  Mental Mistress demanded two hours in those heels
and the tiny g-string.  Maria thought she would feel embarrassed
by the brevity of the garment, just a tiny yellow patch of fabric
and thin elastic strings.  What she actually felt was elated,
giddy, silly, happy, sexy, and brave.  Everything was working,
and working faster and better then she hoped.

--==*==--

Early that morning, Maria woke herself with a dream filled with
orders and images of Mental Mistress still fresh in her mind. 
She even saw MM for the first time, a domina in black leather
bustier and leather shorts, black high-heeled boots laced to
knees.  If only MM had a face.

Maria spent all the money she made last night, $25 for the setup
and design, and $25 for the box of business cards.  The design
was simple:  a cat face on each side, Kit Kat Klub in big
letters, the address and directions, and 'GOOD FOR ONE FREE TABLE
DANCE' with a tiny disclaimer, 'one free dance per customer per
night', across the bottom.  The Quick Print shop did them in only
an hour.

Thank goodness, it was a relatively warm day.  Maria put on the
yellow micro-mini, halter-top, and g-string that she bought weeks
earlier.  Slipping on her jacket, she headed out, working her way
toward Kat's place.  She approached men who ogled her and asked,
"Want to see me naked?"  Then she handed the man (or men) a card
and quickly moved on.

"This better work," she told MM aloud, feeling silly talking to
an imaginary domme.  Cab fare for all the short trips was rapidly
burning up her meager savings but she couldn't walk far in the
high heels.  She visited malls, shopping centers, and office
buildings.  She left a few cards on the bench at D.M.V.  She
handed a card to each cab driver, and left another one on the
cab's back seat.

Her last taxi ride dropped her off on a busy street just a few
blocks from Kat's club.  She managed to pass out a dozen more
cards before she walked to work, escorted by two young black men.
Their conversation was filled with sexual innuendo, but they were
otherwise perfect gentlemen.  Both were still in the club, seated
at the stage, nursing their first drink.  They were working class
guys like her father.

Even though her feet hurt, Maria had to keep smiling.  MM's
orders.  She didn't get a break for the first two hours.  When
she wasn't on stage dancing nude, she was doing a table dance or
acting as waitress.  Tips for delivering beers, the most popular
drink, were small but consistent.  "Keep the change."  Fifty
cents here, fifty cents there, a dollar, then another.  As the
clock showed 7:00, Maria felt good as she slipped $100 into the
moneybag with her name on it.  She handed it to Rocky and asked
that he keep an eye on it.

With her gym bag slung over her shoulder, Maria skipped up the
two flights of stairs to the dressing room.  She stuffed her hair
into a loose shower cap and took a two-minute shower to remove
some of the sticky sweat.  She brushed out her hair and made
ponytails high on each side of her head, pulled on a white thong
panty and tank top.  The top was thin, stretchy, small, and
cropped so her breasts held the hem of the top out.  Even stern
MM knew she would need a break.  For the next two hours, Maria
was allowed to wear sneakers.

When she skipped back down the stairs, Maria saw more people
coming in the door.  Kat was dancing on stage and Kit was
delivering drinks, so Maria greeted them, seated them, got their
beers, and then took the card they offered and gave them the free
table dance.  Kit was at the bar when Maria got back there.  "I'm
pooped already," she sighed.

"Me, too," Maria admitted.  "But I'm making pretty good money."

"Me, too.  The free dances were a good idea."

"If I can just last the night," she grinned as she gripped the
handles of six mugs and hurried to deliver them.

"How about another dance?" the man asked, putting six dollars on
her tray to pay for two beers.  Another dollar tip but she turned
down the twenty.

"Can't.  I'm up next.  If you wait ten minutes, I'll come by. 
Otherwise, I can ask Kat or Kit to come over."

"I'll wait," the man smiled.

Maria waited at the back of the stage next to the steps while Kat
finished dancing through the last song of her set.  "I hope your
friends hurry up," Kat panted as she picked up her bottom.

"They said they'd be here by nine," Maria told her as she
strutted forward to start her set, shedding her top quickly.  MM
pointed out a vacant chair and Maria had to step down from the
stage to the bar to the chair and down to the floor, dancing past
every occupied table in the club and returning to the stage
before the first song ended.  She shed her bottom as the second
song started.  Then MM demanded that she show pink.  'Just
showing my bald lips is bad enough,' Maria complained to her
imaginary boss.  But MM wouldn't let her back out.  MM wouldn't
let her put her top back on, either.

When Maria finished her set, she went to the table where the man
had asked for a table dance.  He ordered two more beers for him
and his buddy, "and a tall Coke."  Two more tables also needed
refills.  She dropped off the other drinks on the way and finally
made it back just before a new song started.  

"Sit down.  I want to see you dance without moving from that
chair."

"Huh?"  Maria was confused.

"Take a break," the man said, handing over a twenty.  "I'll just
stare at your tits for a few minutes if that's OK."  But he was
looking into her eyes, smiling.  "The Coke's for you.  I hope
it's OK.  Or would you prefer Sprite?"

"Perfect," Maria smiled.  'He deserves a show,' MM told Maria. 
'Give him one he'll remember.'  'How?' Maria asked as she sipped
the coke, the ice pressing against her upper lip.  It was a hint.
No.  An order.  She fished a crescent shaped piece of ice out of
the glass and wiped it across her forehead, down her cheeks,
around her throat, around her breasts, around and around her
nipples, flicking each nubbin with the chunk of ice until it was
too small to hold and her nipples were seriously erect.

'The song's not over,' MM growled into Maria's mind.  'Make love
to your glass.  Lick it like it's a pussy.  Suck on a piece of
ice like it's his cock.'  With new orders, Maria made drinking
the rest of the Coke an erotic tongue dance.  Her pussy had
received signals from her cool tits and now the mental image of
what she was doing in front of strangers had her tingling under
her thong.  Damn, it felt nice to relax and enjoy herself.

Maria suddenly realized that fact.  "I really am enjoying this,"
she mumbled aloud.

"So am I," the man grinned.

"Good," she smiled back.  The song was ending.  Mental Mistress
was already telling her to 'get back to work.'  'Slave driver,'
Maria snapped at the imaginary domina.  She obeyed the order but
not before she leaned over and put the traditional smooch on the
man's forehead.  Her aim was true.  Her nipples grazed the backs
of his forearms where they rested on the table, just like MM
demanded.

As she looked around, Maria saw bills held in the air.  She
yelled to everyone that she had to take drink orders first.  On
her way to get the beers, she heard a man telling Kat, "Do what
she did."  When she didn't understand, the man told her about it.

"Well, she took ice and sort of made love to it and to her drink.
She rubbed the ice all over, on her nipples and belly and then
she licked her glass and sucked on ice cubes.  Man was it hot."

"Like this?" Kat asked the guy.  Kat's style was different.  She
cupped one hand under her boob to hold it up high as she iced her
nipple to erection.  The guy panted out suggestions as the chunk
quickly melted, liquid dripping off her hand and breast to trail
down her belly.  Kat made every sip of the coke a show in itself.

When they met at the bar later, Kat asked Maria, "Are you sure
you've never done this before?"

"Yep, well, ah, nope.  I mean, it really is my first time."

"That was quite a trick with the ice.  The breaks are nice for us
and the guys love it.  Got any more great ideas?"

"They're not really my ideas.  Mental Mistress tells me to do
things and I just do 'em.  I'll have to tell you about it some
day."

"You do that.  I sure hope your friends get here soon."

Maria nodded agreement as she headed back to deliver icy mugs of
beer to two tables, then did a table dance at another.  When she
finished that dance, she had just two more songs before she had
to go back on stage for another set.  She sighed.  She was
already exhausted but she felt good in the way she felt after a
workout at the gym during her final weeks at GWU.

Movement at the doorway caught her attention.  Ten young men
stood together.  All of the other men in the club were obviously
well over 21 years old.  Several of these guys looked like
teenagers.  Because customers were already waiting at opening
time, Maria wasn't sure of the procedure for carding customers. 
She wasn't even 21 yet, herself.  'Oh, well.  I'll cope,' she
decided.

"I.D., please," she said firmly.  She looked at the men's faces. 

They all looked at her exposed boobs.  'But that's why I'm here,'
Maria reminded herself as she checked driver's licenses and ID
cards closely while pulling her shoulders back to display her
chest.  All had profiles on their licenses and she had to look
closely at the dates.  They were all 21 but barely.  The fifth
card looked pretty good but she knew it was fake.  Her brother
had one just like it.  

"Are you the designated driver?" Maria asked.

"Ah, well, I, ah..."

"I can't take a fake card," Maria told him.  He finally looked up
at her.  "Let's see your driver's license."

"I, ah... I don't have it with me."

"Don't try to bull shit me.  Give."

"I guess I'll see you guys later," the young man said dejectedly.
He put out his hand for the ID card.

"Oh, no.  I'm holding onto this.  Now, as long as you're over
eighteen, you can be in here.  You just can't drink.  You can be
a designated driver, but you can't be designated driver unless I
see a driver's license.  So give."  Maria extended her hand, palm
up, her fingers wiggling.  The guy fished out his billfold and
finally presented his operator's license.  "All right, William. 
Or do they call you Bill?"

"Will."

"OK, Will.  You're the designated driver.  Now let's see yours." 

The next young man presented his license and smiled broadly. 

Maria looked closely.  Then she looked again.  "It's your
birthday."

"And I'm twenty-one," he grinned broadly.

"Good.  You're next."  The last guy was almost twenty-two.  They
went to the far side of the stage and pushed three of the little
cocktail tables together and arranged the chairs around the back
of the row so they could all see the stage.  From under the
elastic at her waist, Maria pulled out two of the 'FREE DANCE'
cards she had already cashed and presented them to Will.  

"We have coffee, Coke, and Sprite," she told him.  "And, as
designated driver for three or more others, you get one free
dance as a reward."

"I'm a designated driver, too," a guy in the middle announced.

"Not one drop of alcohol, then."

"I don't drink much anyway."

"You drink nothing tonight," Maria frowned.  "I'll bring your
cards when I come back.  Now what do you want to drink?"  They
chose beers, six drafts, a Bud, a Miller... and two cokes.

Back at the bar, Maria asked, "Do you have any tape?"

"Will masking tape do?"

"Perfect.  And a marker?"

Rocky gave her a roll of four-inch wide masking tape.  She tore
off two pieces and used the marker to print 'DESIGNATED DRIVER'
in big block letters.  She wiped the sweat off of her breasts and
stuck the tape to her boobs to free her hands to carry the heavy
tray of drinks.

Playfully, Maria stuck the tape labels onto the foreheads of the
two designated drivers, gave the second DD guy two cards, and
served them their soft drinks first, then circled the tables to
set the beers down.  A song was ending.  It was Maria's turn to
dance on stage again.

She met Kat on the steps.  "See the blond guy over there with the
flat top haircut?  His name's Larry and it's his birthday.  He's
21 today.  We ought to do something special for him."

"Let's bring him up on stage a little later and all dance just
for him."

"Super," Maria giggled, quickly moving forward to begin her set. 
The clock said it was already after nine.  She was so busy that
she missed the change and break she had planned for nine o'clock.

She wondered where Katy and Darlene were or if they were even
going to show up.