First Impressions

Upon my first visit to Push Lounge I was pleasantly surprised.  Not only was the place not some shady dive bar like the one I'd worked at for the healthy sum of one night, but it also had the advantage of a stage rather than having women teetering precariously on the bar and bumping heads on a too low ceiling.  This party was definitely going to rock.  I inquired after the manager who like apparently all managers in this business was a white man with a shiny cue bald head.  Prior to going my boyfriend and I had a very interesting conversation.  He said if he were the manager of a place that boasted the title of a "gentlemen's club" then he would certainly make sure he tried to get benefits from the girls he liked by way of fellatio.  With this in mind I was totally prepared to kick the pervert in the sack and run for the hills like Maria Von Trapp if such a proposition even came up. Luckily for me, none of that happened.  It really wasn't a dive after all. However I did have to disrobe, but thankfully there was a dressing room for that.

In the dressing room I found myself with some very interesting company.  There were two girls there, both very young and I am almost certain I heard one of them say she wished she had her blankie and Juicy Juice with her.  Now, I'm of age but only just and for me to say such things, it had to be blatantly obvious.  By the time I had changed into my corset and lace thong panties ensemble though, the girls had transformed into fresh-faced temptresses, complete with enough eyeliner and eyeshadow to make even Rupal seem conservative.  And this was my competition?  I looked like my grandma Nancy compared to them, as they were also sporting the brightest and skimpiest bikinis I'd ever seen in my life.

I walked back into the manager's office, and soon noted that I had nothing to worry about.  He looked me up and down once and not even in a lecherous way and asked me simply "When can you come in?"  This is where I had to pause.  I didn't want to seem to desperate so I made up some lie about having a night class (which I didn't) and told him I wouldn't be able to come in for another two days, till Sunday.  I don't think I knew it yet but not seeming desperate was probably the smartest thing I've ever done.

I went back into the dressing room where Jailbait 1 and Jailbait 2 were replaced with another girl but I wasn't even worried about the fact she was walking around stark naked and needed to tone up in a few key areas.  I had gotten a job as a go-go girl. Something I never thought I could do as a bookworm and here I was.  My poor little H&M panties were bursting at the seams with excitement.