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Part 1 - Chapter Eight
Maria
New Recruits


Maria said a silent prayer of thanks and smiled.  Everything
seemed to be working out.  Yes, life was good.  The slightly
chubby girl she found in the church was 'Charli', short for
Charlotte.  Rather then walk in the biting wind, Maria hailed a
cab for the trip back to the club.  Besides, she wanted to be
there early.  They arrived just after four.

"It's C.O.D.," a deliveryman snapped at Rocky as the young women
came in the door.

"I know," Rocky smiled.  Because of some lateness in paying for
earlier deliveries, most of his suppliers now demanded cash on
delivery.  "What's it take to get on your good side again?"

"You're gettin' there," the man answered.  He counted the bills,
issued a receipt, and slid eight cases of bottled beer off his
dolly.  Then he turned to go back to his truck for another load.

"And this young lady is the reason," Rocky smiled at Maria. 
"She's a marketing genius.  Pretty good looking, too, don't you
think?"

"Come by after work and I'll do a special dance for you," Maria
cooed at the man as he appraised her legs.

"No, thanks.  I have a wife and kids to go back to."

"Good for you," Maria chirped.  "I'll save that special dance for
later.  Rocky, this is Charli.  She needs a job."

"You have to be over eighteen.  Do you have ID?"

The girl sat down and removed her shoes.  Under an insole, she
pulled out her learner's permit from Ohio and handed it to him. 
"I'll need proof of citizenship within a month, a birth
certificate, original social security card, or..."  Before he
could finish, Charli produced her original social security card
from under the insole of her other shoe.  "You're hired, then."

Maria saw movement at the front door.  Two faces peeked through
the heavy drapes.  "Come on in," Maria called, waving to them.

It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the relative
darkness before they moved toward the bar.  "We's lookin' for
jobs," one said.  Maria and Rocky looked them over, glanced at
each other, then back at the newcomers.

"We are looking for dancers," Maria said carefully.  "But you
have to get off the smack first."

"I don't do drugs," one snapped.

"Your eyes say you do," Rocky said.  "Let's see your arms."

"Why the fuck you care?  Shit, I can dance neked.  I ..."

"Come back after you've been clean for a while.  Then we'll
talk," Rocky growled.  "But not before.  Maybe I should call the
cops.  Are you carrying now?"  Mumbling curses and profanity, the
pair quickly left.

"We still _do_ need more dancers," Maria sighed aloud.

"How about me?" a squeaky, accented voice asked softly from the
shadows by the doorway.  "And me?  Us?" a second voice asked.

Rocky saw movement in the dark area beside the curtains.  The
glare when the first pair left temporarily blinded him.  "Are you
straight?"

"What do you mean by that?" a third voice demanded.

"Do you do drugs?"

"No way."

"Come on over here," Maria suggested.  The new trio came forward,
obviously nervous.  "You're all over eighteen?"

"Yes," each answered.

"Got ID?"  Each produced a driver's license.  "You're an answer
to my prayers," Maria smiled, returning the identification cards.
"Have you danced before?"

"Not in a joint like this."

"Need money, huh?" Maria said.

"Doesn't everybody?" came the snappy retort.

"Don't be so defensive," Maria told the big mulatto woman.  "Gay
gals turn guys on like crazy.  They're perfect.  If he gets you,
he brags about being so good he turned a gay woman straight.  If
you shoot him down, he just says, 'Ah, she's queer anyway.'  It's
a perfect setup for a fragile male ego."

"What makes you think I'm gay?" the mulatto asked.

"Because you look like a dyke."  Maria saw no reason to lie.

"OK, so what if I _AM_ gay?"

"You won't mind being naked in front of a crowd of horny men?"

Her embarrassment was obvious.  "No."

"Did you bring something to dance in?  Good.  Come on upstairs. 
Say, how'd you find us?" Maria asked.

"Old Tom told me about your place," the smallest woman with the
accent replied.

"Rocky, right at five, put on something with lots of rhythm and
we'll all make a grand entrance," Maria said as she left.  He
acknowledged his instructions with a smile and a salute.  He
trusted Maria's instincts.

They were all upstairs before Maria got a good look at the new
trio.  Each was unique.  Melissa was a petite, very dark-
complected, Afro-Asian with long black wavy hair that extended
past her butt.  Her small breasts looked large on her tiny frame.

Denise was very light-complected, obviously mulatto, and looked
like the stereotypical bull dyke with large, well-defined
muscles, small breasts, masculine attire, and dark brown, curly
hair with a reddish tint styled in a masculine flat-top.  The
sprinkle of freckles around her nose gave her a youthful look. 

Jane, short for Janice, was average height, curvy, black, and
ultra feminine looking.

Charli stood nervously in the corner of the dressing room, just
observing the strange goings on.  Maria seemed to have no
inhibitions at all.

"Are you horny all the time?" Maria asked Denise.  "You look kind
of mannish and full of testosterone.  Is your clit' big?"

The mulatto's blush was obvious.  "All of the above," Jane
answered for her.  "I'm trying to tame her."

"So you're gay and kinky, too," Maria observed of Jane.

"For now," Jane shrugged.  "None of us hates guys."

"Wear white if you have it," Maria advised as the women began to
undress.  "The black lights make white stuff glow and it gets
attention.  Kat's the boss.  She'll explain everything."  Maria
ran down the hallway and knocked on Kat's apartment door.  On the
way back to the dressing room, they found Gutter Rat in the hall.

"Didn't think I'd come, did you?" the girl challenged loudly.

"I'm glad you did," Maria grinned, motioning the youngster into
the dressing room.

"I'll start with the law," Kat addressed the group.  "You can't
touch the guys.  Dancing nude at tables is illegal.  You can only
be naked on stage.  We bend that rule sometimes but let's keep to
it for now.  You can't touch yourself sexually, which includes
your butt, nipples, and pussy.  We bend that rule, too.  You can
be arrested, and we can be shut down, if the cops see it and have
a hard-on for us.  A set is three songs of about three minutes
each.  Everybody..."

Charli barely heard Kat's explanation.  She feared that she
couldn't dance nude.  Revealing her body to her boyfriend had
been hard for her.  Even hooking for a pimp in New York, guys
just wanted to get off.  She got them off as quickly as possible.
That seldom required that she let the john see her nude.  She
could usually just pull the crotch of her panties to the side for
a fuck.  Blow jobs didn't require nudity, although a lot of guys
wanted to see her tits.

"Let's see what we can find for you to wear," Maria said to her. 
"Get your clothes off.  Want me to help?  Or me and Jane, maybe?"
the Latina teased Charli.

"I... I don't think I can do this."  Charli had always been
ashamed of her body.  Some people described her as voluptuous or
Rubenesque.  Most said she was chubby.  Those who were less kind
called her fat.

"Why?" Maria asked with genuine concern.

"I just can't."

"Can't?  Or won't.  Charli, this is legal and it pays good."

"I'll... Nobody'll pay to see my body."

"Bull," Maria snapped.  "First, you're cute and so is your baby
fat.  Maybe you won't make as much as some of these guys.  Hell,
I won't either, but it's a job.  You need a job, right?"  When
Charli nodded affirmatively, Maria teased, "If you have any
fantasies, try them out here.  How about if us lesbian and bi-
sexuals gang up on you, huh?  Would you like that?  Or maybe
you'd rather do it yourself?  Oh, well.  Hey, try this."  Maria
produced the stretchy white lingerie she wore the night before. 
"It's small to show off your bod'," Maria giggled.

Feeling like an ox among Thoroughbred racehorses, Charli shyly
removed her coat to reveal a short, white plastic miniskirt and
loose tank top.  She had no bra.  Maria told her that there was
liquid soap in the shower stall and suggested she use it. 
"You're a little funky."

A nice way of saying she stank.  Charli knew it was true.  She
hadn't bathed in several days and, until she met Maria, she had
no prospects for a place to stay.  She slept on a bench in the
bus station last night.  She was about ready to try to find a
trick when Maria found her.

The shower felt heavenly.  When she turned off the water and
pulled the shower curtain back, she was startled by a towel
sailing at her.  Maria was naked.  Charli bashfully looked away.

The atmosphere in the apartment that served as their dressing
room was one of intimacy, of female bonding, of mild kinkiness. 
Charli patted herself dry and wished the towel was larger, that
it would hide more as she held it in front of her body.  Back in
the main dressing room, she heard Rat saying, "...through my
clit', just through the hood.  It rubs on my love button, though.
I can get off just by pulling on it."  Charli saw the skinny girl
with her legs splayed out wide, pulling on a gold ring between
her legs.

"I can't do this," Denise whimpered, clamping her legs together
tightly with toes pointed in.  She looked like a frightened
little girl.

"Why not?" Melissa asked and Jane demanded simultaneously.

"I'm a freak," she sobbed.  "I... Shit."

"We're all embarrassed," Maria said softly.  Although nude, Maria
walked barefooted to the big mulatto woman and hugged her.  "I
still get embarrassed in spite of how it seems."

"But you're not a freak."

Melissa giggled.  "Come on, Denni.  You promised.  Guys'll love
it."

"No, they won't.  They'll make fun of me."

"Which'll make you extra money," Maria pointed out.  "My friend
Katy -- they call her Kitten or Vanilla -- she blushes when she
has to do a table dance.  Guys pay her to table dance just to see
her blush."

"And they'll pay to see your little pecker," Jane snapped.

"Pecker?" Maria asked.  "Are you transsexual or a hermaphrodite
or something?"

"I'm just a freak," she snapped, tears still pouring out.

"Her clit's like a little pecker," Melissa told everyone.  "It's
like two or three inches long, big enough to give a blow job."

"Like you'd know," Jane snapped.

"She told me you gave her one," Melissa giggled.  "Didn't you?"

"So?" Jane growled.

"Exactly," Maria said firmly.  "So what?  My friend who'll be
here later is the same way.  She's horny all the time and has a
big clit'.  So what?  She gets embarrassed because once she gets
turned on, her panties rub her and keep her turned on.  Her
clit's as big as the end of your thumb."

"We're all freaks," Rat said.  "I have to work at it.  You come
by it natural.  Like they say, so what?"

"Can I see?" Maria asked shyly.

"Do you have any inhibitions at all?" Charli asked.  She laughed,
feeling more comfortable now that she saw that everyone was
ignoring her fat.

"I'm actually terribly inhibited.  You wouldn't believe," Maria
laughed.  "I have a voice inside my head that makes me be
completely honest even when it embarrasses me.  I call it my
Mental Mistress or MM, for short.  I learned to be assertive and
open last summer.  Now MM makes me keep it up but I'm basically
really shy."

"Couldn't tell it by me," Jane snapped.

"You guys are all together, aren't you?"  It was a statement, not
really a question.

"Yeah, Maria," Melissa said.  "We're all freaks.  We met in high
school.  We were the school outcasts.  Janice is gay and black,
Denni has mixed parents and a big clit that she's always afraid
someone will see, and I'm another mongrel, adopted orphan.  We're
not at all alike but we get along great.  Usually."

"How'd you decide to give nude dancing a try?" Maria asked.

"Old Tom.  When we graduated high school last spring, we got an
apartment in his building.  We talk to him pretty often and were
griping about our jobs and never having any money."

"It's a three bedroom apartment," Denni pointed out.  "I'm not
really gay."

Maria broke in.  "Personally, I'm multi-sexual.  As long as I'm
forced to get off, I can get off on men, women, vibrators,
cucumbers, and dildos but I usually settle for my fingers.  I'm
technically a virgin because I won't let a penis into my honey
pot until after I'm married, but I've taken a cock in my butt,
sucked a couple, and I gave some guys outstanding tittie fucks. 
I got off on that.  Oops.  There's the music.  No chickening out,
now.  Want me to be first?"

"If you don't mind," Jane answered.

"No, me," Charlie said, jumping up.  "If I don't go now, I won't
be able to go at all."

"Shoes," Maria nodded.  Charli quickly slipped on her cheap,
white plastic pumps and ran out the door and down to the
mezzanine.  The song Rocky put on was just drums beating out a
slow rock'n'roll march rhythm like the introduction to Rose's
'Stripper'.  "Put your hands behind your head," Maria whispered
to Charli as they walked across the mezzanine toward the main
stairs down to the ground level.  "It'll lift your boobs and make
'em look bigger.  And smile."

As soon as the line of women appeared, all the men in the place
started applauding.  There were only twenty or so customers, but
they made up for small numbers with enthusiasm.

Charli sucked in her belly and turned to descend the stairs.  It
amazed her that men were actually clapping and whistling... at
her.  Charli knew she was going to die of embarrassment before
she got down the stairs.  "Smile," Maria yelled after her.  She
couldn't help but smile back at all the faces smiling up at her
as she took one step every four beats, rocking her hips in time
with the other three beats.

For the sake of the dancers (and to lower fuel bills), Kat kept
the club cool.  For Charli, the result was hard nipples poking
against the tight, flimsy top.  She prayed that no one would
notice.

Everyone noticed.

At home, forever ago, Charli loved dancing.  Never having a male
partner didn't change her love of rhythmic body movement.  In
high school, fat girls didn't get asked out to dances.  That
didn't stop Charli from dancing in front of her mirror at home. 
Now she looked over the heads of the men and pretended there was
nothing out there but the mirror over the dresser in her bedroom.
With arms held high over her head, she kept moving when she got
to the main floor.  Only the far side of the stage had steps. 
She had to dance all the way around the stage with Rocky
spotlighting her every move.

Maria held the rest of the women behind the rail that circled the
upper level.  "I can't," Denise whispered to Maria as they
watched Charli.

"Take a deep breath and hold it," Maria ordered.  "Otherwise
you're going to hyperventilate and fall out."

"I can't even move," Denise groaned.  "I'm turned on like crazy. 
My little pecker's rubbing against my panties."

"Take 'em off," Maria said.  "I've got it."  She ran back to the
dressing room and came back with the wrap-around skirt and top
she wore the night she found Kit Kat's.  "Take off your panties
and just wear this."

Denise put on the skirt first, afraid someone would see her naked
bottom.  Maria laughed to herself.  Logically, she was going to
be dancing naked in a few minutes, so what was the big deal?  But
Maria had just gone through the same ordeal.  She understood
Denni's need to preserve some modesty for just a little longer.

The first song ended when Kat was half way down the stairs and
another drum piece with a Conga beat began.  Kat picked up on it
immediately, two steps forward, one back, hip thrust right, two
steps forward, one back, hip thrust left, two steps... The
younger women all prayed silently that they would look as good at
thirty.

Maria directed traffic.  She sent Rat next.  Alternating dark and
light skin suited Maria's aesthetic sense.  She saw through Rat's
bravado.  The girl with the colored hair and piercings was just
as frightened as the rest but hid her fear behind a broad smile
and exaggerated locomotion.

"You're next," Maria told Melissa with a tap on her shoulder.  At
only 4'11", the little Afro-Asian with long ebony hair was a
contrast to the pale, lanky girl with spiked purple/red hair. 
Mel, who chose the pseudonym 'China Doll', moved sensuously and
gracefully in comparison with the thrusting and bumping movements
of the women who preceded her.  The swishing of her long hair
added to the beauty of her movements as she descended.

"Your turn," Maria told Denni.  "Smile and go for it.  Just keep
moving to the music.  Give 'em a show they won't forget."

"I can't," she whined, even as she allowed Maria to push her to
the first step.

"You can, too," Maria scolded.  "Your butt hasn't stopped rocking
since..."

"I'm about to pop," Denise said through gritted teeth, her eyes
scrunched tightly closed.  "I'm ...Oh, fuck.  I can't help it. 
Shit, I'm going to cum."

"Go," Maria ordered Kit, giving her a shove.  "Go."  Kit danced
down the stairs, hamming it up by turning her back and bending
over, twirling so she almost tripped, and generally having a good
time.  Her ulterior motive was to watch Denni have an orgasm from
dancing alone.

"You all right now?" Maria asked.

"No," Denni panted.  "I can't.  I can't go out there and...
and..."

"Every guy here will think it's because of him that you're
getting off," Maria told her.  "You are going to be a hit. 
You're sexy and beautiful and wild and crazy and brave and get
your brown ass in gear and get down there."

"I can't."

"Can," Maria said, wrapping her arms around the much bigger woman
who looked so mannish but was acting like such a prissy little
girl.  "Give me a hand, Jane.  Now let's go."  Maria kept
alternating orders with encouragement, bumps and grinds with firm
shoves.  The feminine Jane worked on the other side.  At times,
one pushed and the other pulled the reluctant young woman along
until they were all on stage.

--==*==--

Kit saw that some of the club's patrons were getting impatient,
so she took charge of the stage, taking off her top and teasing
with her bottom.  Rat followed along, exposing her pierced
nipples to win surprised gasps and then applause from the men. 
Everyone was surprised that Melissa was next to shed her top and
then was first to go completely bare.  She and Rat began a
competition to see who could be the most daring.  

Rat won in the daring department but Melissa's beauty and
sensuousness had every man in the club drooling.

"I'm a freak," Denni whined as Maria and Jane pushed her onto the
stage.

"The star of your very own freak show," Maria laughed.  "Or will
Rat be the star with her piercings, huh?  Melissa's doing all
right, too.  Now I feel like a cow."

"Me too," Denni whimpered as Jane pulled the string on the skirt
and ran to the back of the stage.  "I can't do this."

"You're already doing it," Maria laughed.

"I... I can't... I can't... fuckin'... cum... in front... of...
Oh, oh, fuck, shit, damn, ahhhhhhh."  Another orgasm, just from
moving, from dancing, from her pussy lips rubbing her big clit.

"All right now?" Maria asked the youngster who was panting hard.

"For a little while," she replied.  "I still don't think I can do
this."

"You can't keep cumming all night," Maria laughed.  "Want to
serve beers or stay up here?"

"I'll dance now before I get turned on again."

It only took a few minutes for Maria and Kat to serve the guys
their first round of drinks.  Maria asked Old Tom if he was ready
to help out.  "Sure."  With his cane in one hand and a bar stool
in the other, he made his way to the back of the bar at the beer
spigots and planted himself on the stool.  Since no drafts needed
to be drawn just then, he picked up the masking tape and marker
and made a rotation for the dancers that he posted on the mirror
behind his perch.  He even made tapes for Betty Boobs and Sex
Kitten with 'Vanilla' in parenthesis.  He set their tapes aside
until they arrived.

Now that there were seven dancers, each woman only did a set on
stage once an hour.  That gave them more time to wait on
customers and table dance.  They needed the help.  Word-of-mouth
spread the news that Kit Kat's was the place for a good time for
working stiffs.  Rocky's price list designated 5 to 7 p.m. as
'Happy Hour' with special prices.  Guys in work clothes and suits
came in to hold tables for their co-workers and ordered a dozen
draft beers at a time.  By seven, Maria and Kat had to start
seating customers on the mezzanine.

"You didn't tell us about 'break dancing'," Melissa complained to
Maria.  "I thought they wanted me to spin around on my head."

"Sorry about that," Maria told her.  "Did you figure it out?"

"Yeah.  It's nice to have a break once in a while."

"It definitely will be before tonight's over," Maria said,
grunting as she lifted the tray with nine mugs of draft beer and
started toward the mezzanine stairs.  Denni followed with a case
of candles that Rocky bought that afternoon.  She quickly
discovered that it was nearly impossible to get a match to the
wick deep in the glass holders.  One of the men offered his help.
He used his pocketknife to split a swizzle stick and used that to
hold the match.  It worked perfectly.

The candles Rocky bought from his supplier were on half-price
special.  That was the only reason he bought them but his choice
was serendipitous.  The squarish shape of the glass focused the
light from the flames into four soft beams that the customers
used to illuminate table dancers.  Although carrying drinks to
the mezzanine was extra work, the women were rewarded with extra
tips and table dances on the upper level so far from the main
stage.

--==*==--

Darlene and Katy were delighted to see the extra help when they
arrived at eight.  Old Tom added a short break, quick shower, and
costume change to his rotation schedule.  Maria insisted that she
and Kit take their break together and shared the shower.  There
was no time to play around.  After drying off, they covered each
other with bath powder and ended up looking like ghosts under the
black lights.

The radical differences in the women turned out to be a huge
draw.  Some men loved Rat's kinky piercings.  Others preferred
the sensuous grace of Melissa or Jane.  Kit and Maria were
popular for their energy while Katy and Denni were in demand
because of their obvious shyness.  Darlene's boobs made her
popular.  And Kat and Charli took up the slack when everybody
else was busy, which was often enough that they made good money
without some special attraction.

At eleven, Darlene and Katy did their special 'Time of My Life'
dance.  It was the only real feature of the night and quite a few
customers had asked when they were going to perform.  Then
Darlene did her 'Popcorn' number, dancing her boobs as if they
were independent of the rest of her body.  She was in demand for
table dances for quite a while after that.

One a.m. and 'last call' finally arrived, ending the stage show. 
Like the previous evening, table dancing continued until just
before the government mandated closing time at two.  When the
doors closed behind their last customer, the women plopped into
chairs near the bar.  Rocky took time from washing mugs to fill
tall glasses with ice and Sprite.  Maria served each of the women
before she sat down across from Denni to count her take.

"Was it as bad as you thought?" Maria asked the mulatto girl.

"No," Denni answered.  "But it was more work then I expected."

"Was it worth it?" Maria asked as Denni's count topped two
hundred dollars.

"Yeah.  Here's my share of the rent," she grinned, reaching back
to hand Jane a stack of bills.

"It _does_ get easier," Kat told them.  "And we're not this busy
on weeknights.  Hey, Boobs and Vanilla.  Go home."

"Yes mazza maam, missus boss-maam maam," Katy panned in a bad
imitation of a nineteenth century Negro slave.  Kat made a face. 
Katy stuck out her tongue and grinned.  Kat smiled back.  Even
though Kat felt offended by Katy's manner, she wasn't going to do
anything about it just then.  She was the boss, after all.  She
needed good workers and Katy did her share.

"Uh, Kat," Darlene said seriously.  "I can't be here tomorrow
night.  I need to spend Saturday night with my family.  If I did
come, it'd be like ten-thirty or later and wouldn't really be
worth the trip.  I... I'm doing this for them.  I want to make
things better at home, not worse."

"Hubby problems?"

"Yeah.  Making more money then he does, not being there for him,
all that."

"We'll manage somehow," Kat told her.  "Take care of yourself."

"I'll be back Monday," Darlene promised.  "Ah, will you be all
right?" she asked Maria.

"I'm fine.  Go on."
