It took a moment for Maggie’s eyes to adjust from the sunlight to the darkness of the bar when they walked into Double Visions. She looked around the large room, her eyes pausing on the four men sitting at a bar that wrapped around a stage. Then she looked at the stripper dancing on the stage. She was wearing only a thong, and she appeared to be in a trance as she swung her hips slowly back and forth.
Rock moved up to the bar and stood.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, eyeing them.
“We have an appointment with Jay,” Rock announced.
“What’s your name?”
“Rock.”
“Yeah, OK. I’ll let him know.”
As they waited, Maggie fidgeted, and Rock sat on a barstool watching the stripper. He’d called the day before and talked to Jay, the bar manager. Apparently, he was the guy who made all the decisions when it came to hiring dancers. Rock knew little about Jay, but he did find out from him that Double Visions let the girls keep their tips without paying the house a percentage. The thought of keeping all of Maggie’s tips was appealing to Rock, and that had been the deciding factor on which strip club to choose.
Only a few minutes later, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and glasses came up the steps in one corner of the room. He strode over to Rock and Maggie, reeking with authority.
“Hey, Rock. Good to meet you,” Jay said, extending his hand.
“Yeah, man. Same here. This is Maggie,” Rock said, gesturing behind him.
As if Rock wasn’t there with them, Jay walked over to Maggie and shook her hand. “Hey, Maggie. Good to meet you. Before we get started, I need to make sure you’re eighteen,” Jay stated.
Maggie nodded but remained silent.
“Great. Then you have ID I can see?” Jay asked.
Maggie reached into the pocket of the trench coat she was wearing and gave Jay the fake ID that Rock had given to her for the audition. It was a Pennsylvania driver’s license that had been expertly converted with Maggie’s picture and the name Maggie Brown. Jay looked it over, satisfied that it was a real license, and handed it back to her.
“All right. Let’s go downstairs to my office,” he told her.
Rock slid off the barstool to follow.
“Nah, man. You need to stay here. We don’t allow boyfriends in there during the interview. In fact, no boyfriends are allowed in the bar during a dancer’s shift. You gonna be OK with that?” Jay asked.
“Um, yeah, sure. I’ll wait up here, then,” he said. He gave Maggie a look of warning.
Maggie followed Jay downstairs. To the right was a large dressing room where two girls were sitting in front of mirrors applying makeup, lots and lots of makeup. They looked up and watched her in the mirror as she walked by. She followed Jay down a short hallway and into his office. Inside, a beautiful blond-haired woman sat in a chair next to Jay’s desk. Jay sat behind the desk and said, “This is Shiver. That’s the name we use for her here because the men say when she dances, it makes them shiver from head to toe. Shiver helps me with all of the dancers. Keeps things in order and prevents the girls from trying to make money on the side doing the kind of shit I don’t allow in my bar.”
Maggie gave her a broad smile, and Shiver was drawn to her. It wasn’t just Maggie’s youth and beauty, but a certain vibe the girl gave off that put Shiver at ease. She rose to her feet and gave Maggie an embrace.
“It’s nice to meet you, Maggie. We want you to relax,” Shiver said, sensing Maggie’s tension.
While Shiver talked to Maggie, asking questions about her dancing experience, Jay watched her closely. Her face was beautiful, and her blue eyes were phenomenal, almost unreal. It made him wonder if she was wearing colored contacts. But her hair was in a sloppy bun on the top of her head, and the trench coat was baggy, making him doubt that she was the whole package. But that was exactly Rock’s plan. He intentionally had her look the way she did, and Maggie had been told exactly what to do when the time came.
“Part of our interview is to get to know you, and the other part is to be sure you have the right look. Shiver and I will need to see you in a thong and bra. Are you wearing those?” Jay asked.
Maggie nodded, and then said, “Yes. I actually wore one of my favorite outfits.”
“OK, great. Let’s get to it then,” Jay said nonchalantly.
Maggie unbuttoned her trench coat and let it fall to the floor at her feet. She was wearing a deep-purple, satin, push-up bra, her breasts forming perfectly round mounds above the cups, and a matching thong with rhinestones. On her legs, she wore sheer, white, thigh-high stockings with satin tops. The purple and white contrasted wonderfully against her skin tone, making her appear as if she radiated light. Jay and Shiver looked her over, and when their eyes rested upon her face, she removed the hair tie that held her messy bun in place. Her long, silky black hair fell below her waist. She was exquisite. Perfect. Too perfect to look natural. When neither of them said a word, Maggie reached behind her and unfastened her bra. As it fell away, her firm, round breasts remained in place, standing boldly at attention.
After several moments, Jay spoke. “OK, that’s great Maggie. Can you turn around?”
As she turned, the muscles in her thighs rippled, and when he looked at her tight ass, without an ounce of fat, he instructed her to put her trench coat back on.
“So, I heard you telling Shiver you stripped before? I didn’t catch what bar that was at,” Jay probed.
“Oh, I was telling Shiver I used to strip at small private parties. I’ve never danced in an actual bar before,” Maggie offered.
“Was there more involved than stripping?” Jay asked.
Maggie smiled. “Do you mean was I getting paid to have sex?”
Jay nodded.
“No,” Maggie stated, feeling as though she was telling the truth, since she never got to keep any of the money the sex traffickers made from her.
“All right, good. I don’t tolerate prostitution in my bar. If I decide to hire you, and you’re caught having sex with our customers, and by sex I mean regular sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, all of it, you’ll be fired. Do you have any questions?” Jay asked.
“Nope. I’m good,” Maggie told him.
“OK. Let’s go upstairs, and we’ll have you dance, so we can see what you can do,” Jay told her.
When they reached the bar, Jay went over to Rock. “Hey, Rock. I’m gonna need you to step outside. We want Maggie to dance for us. It’ll just be one song, and then I’ll send her out.”
Rock stood slowly, put his hand over his money on the bar, and jerked his arm back. He shot an angry look in Maggie’s direction and left the bar. He wasn’t used to rules and people telling him what to do. Once Rock was gone, Jay gave the DJ a signal to begin a new song.
“You’re up,” Jay told Maggie.
Shiver squeezed Maggie’s hand. “Just get lost in the music. You’ll be great. Go get ’em.”
Maggie started out slow and kept rhythm with the beat. When she shimmied up the pole, her strong calves made it look effortless. She swayed and flowed to the music. The few people who were watching her were mesmerized.
When the song was over, Maggie felt euphoric. Her movements had come so naturally. She barely realized that the men around the bar were staring at her. When she got off the stage and walked over to pick up her coat, Shiver pointed behind her. “They want to give you money,” she said, feeling happy for Maggie. She’d seen enough to know that Maggie had the basic pole moves mastered, and with a little coaching, would be a superb dancer.
Maggie walked to the four men, one by one, who were holding out dollar bills for her. As she stopped in front of them and held out her hand, each of the men paused before placing the bill in her palm. Jay had to refrain from laughing. Then he made eye contact with Shiver and gave his nod of approval. When Maggie got back to Shiver, she was excited.
“OK, our first order of business is to teach you how to collect tips,” Shiver teased.
“Why? What did I do?” Maggie asked, nervous she’d done something terribly wrong.
Shiver took Maggie’s hand and pulled her along into the lap dance room. Inside the large room, there were double-wide seats separated by privacy panels. Shiver whipped off her tank top and let her bra drop. Her breasts, much larger than any Maggie had ever seen, popped out like two melons.
“OK, now I want you to be one of the guys sitting at the bar.”
Maggie giggled. “All right.”
“Well, hold out your dollar for me,” Shiver said, egging her on.
Maggie put a dollar bill between her middle and index finger, just like the men had done with her minutes before. Then she was gripped, as Shiver made eye contact with her, making Maggie feel as though she were the only human being left on earth. Shiver pressed her boobs together with her hands, snatching the dollar bill between her breasts.
“See, the men want to put their dollar bill between your boobs.”
“Oh! Wow, I feel like an idiot,” Maggie admitted.
Shiver laughed and put her arm around Maggie’s shoulder. “I think you’re going to do just fine here. Welcome to Doubles.”