Although Mercedes had filled in several times on the evening shift, it was still almost like starting a new job. There were a few new girls she hadn't met and this week there was also a new emcee. Much to her surprise the first girl she saw in the dressing room was Dallas.
A tall, well-built blonde was face to face with Dallas and her deep husky voice had Dallas's complete attention.
"I've heard all about you and we need to get a few things straight around here. My name is Samantha, Sammy to my friends. You will call me Samantha. Are we communicating so far?"
Dallas looked startled as she replied, "Sure, sure, I'll call you Samantha. What's the matter anyway?"
"No questions until I'm done! Now, like I said, I've heard all about you. You will not touch anyone's belongings in this dressing room. Do you understand?"
"I've never . . ."
""I'm not done. If anyone here has anything missing, I will hold you personally responsible. Got that?"
"Yes, but I never . . ."
"I don't care if you ever did or you never would. I don't care if someone else is guilty. No matter who is missing anything, no matter who took it, it will be you I'll be looking for and I won't be a happy camper. Get my drift?"
"Sure, sure, but . . ."
"No butts about it. We all work well together here at night and we will not have some snotty faced know it all Queen Cunt come in here making trouble."
"I haven't done anything to you." "And you won't either will you sweetie?" said Samantha backing off a little.
"Does this mean we can't be friends?" asked Dallas.
Mercedes held her breath; sure the blonde would deck Dallas. Samantha raised her hand, then started laughing. "Course we can, Dallas. Long as we understand each other. Just call me Samantha though until I saw otherwise, okay? Hey! Mercedes. Glad you're coming on nights."
"Glad to be here," replied Mercedes as she opened her locker.
"I guess you know most of the girls. Let me introduce you to Trudy. She just returned to work after having the world's cutest baby boy."
"Heard a lot of good things about you," said Trudy, a short, well proportioned brunette. Glad you're joining us."
"Thank-you," said Mercedes.
"And over there at the far end of the dressing room stuffing her face with pizza, that's Casey, who for God knows what reason, just moved here from Las Vegas."
A cute blonde waved at Mercedes and indicated her mouth was too full to speak.
"I think you already know Carmen and Patty."
"Have you met the new emcee yet? Trudy asked Samantha.
"Far as I know he hasn't even shown up yet. Old Wilson is pissing' and groaning 'cause he thinks he might have to work over. Guess the guy's car broke down or something."
"Where's he coming in from?"
"Some joint in Phoenix is what Mark says," answered Samantha.
"Sure hope he's good looking," said Trudy as she applied a little more blush.
Samantha laughed. "Damn girl. You only been married a year to the sexiest guy in town and you're worried about whether the new emcee is good-looking?"
"Getting married didn't make me blind Samantha, just pregnant and fat," answered Trudy struggling with the zipper on her skin tight long pink gown.
Samantha reached out to help zip the gown. "Remember that guy we had a couple of months ago, Scott something or ruther?"
"Oh yeah, he was cute," said Trudy. "Jim and I came down a couple of times to hear his routines. Funny guy too."
"And queer as they come," laughed Samantha.
"Maybe he was just waiting for a real woman!" laughed Trudy, studying herself in the mirror, grind her hips and thrusting her pelvis forward in a bumping motion. "Why don't you save all that action for the guys?" asked Samantha.
"I got more action than they can handle," declared Trudy. "I'm not worried about the guys; I just don't want this dress to explode before I take it off. I've got ten pounds more shit stuffed inside than it was mean t to hold."
"Okay ,ladies." The girls turned as Mark entered the room accompanied by a slightly taller dark, haired man of about thirty. "This is the new emcee, Danny Daniels. He's got a list of your names in the order that you will be performing. He'll be doing his own act just before the last girl in the line-up. That's you Samantha. And he'll be doing a couple of minutes between each of you. Be ready to go on when it's your turn."
Danny stepped forward smiling warmly. "Hi, ladies. I know we're all gonna have a great time. You're the prettiest bunch of girls I've ever worked with and I almost feel like a criminal getting paid to be here!" Danny's deep sexy voice put a smile on all the dancers' faces. Mercedes wondered how many times he'd said those words before but he'd said them so sincerely, she guessed it didn't matter.
"And you, Danny," said Dallas, who was standing closest to him, "are the best looking man we've ever had here before, on or off stage. If you need any help unpacking, or anything, I am available." There was no mistaking the invitation in Dallas's tone or the way her eyes lingered over his body, stopping a few seconds extra when she got to his crotch.
"Okay ladies," said Mark, "remember I want a sexy show tonight but keep it clean."
Mark and Danny turned to leave. Danny turned back as he got to the door. "anything?" he asked Dallas.
"Anything," agreed Dallas.
No sooner had the door closed than the girls stated giggling. "You sure work fast Dallas," said Mercedes as she straightened her spot next to Dallas.
"No one will ever accuse you of being shy," said Samantha. "I thought you were going to drop to your knees and give him a blow job right in front of us."
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