An hour later, I was outside the store sweating from what I was about to allow myself
to do. All I kept repeating in my head was that “I was a big girl now, and I had to do what I had to do to survive.”
I assured myself that it was just temporary, maybe for a couple of weeks until I found something else. I then made a promise
to get up everyday and continue my search for a job that I could live with. When I finally got the nerve up to go inside, Fred, the owner of the store and the man I talked to on the phone, was
at the front of the store to greet me. He tried to make me feel comfortable while he showed me around the store. He pointed
out that it was up to me to come up with my own individual style, noting that all of the dancers had their own individual
look. It was how they sold themselves, and it was up to me to create mine. I hadn’t thought twice about having a certain
look. I wasn’t able to think about anything past the fact that I was about to start dancing nude. I walked around the large store and looked over some of the many outfits. I knew right away by looking
at some of the more sluttish costumes that I wanted nothing to do with them. I quickly settled on a classy, but sexy style.
I figured if I was going to show all of my flesh, there was no need for provocative wear. I was sure that my naked body should
be enough for any man. I picked up several bikini sets in florescent colors that I felt
would flatter my tanned-skin. I found a couple pair of platform stilettos that said “stripper”, but read “sexy”,
along with some matching garter belts and my wardrobe was complete. With my long black hair, large breasts, and perfectly
shaped body, I didn’t need any of those ridiculous costumes. Less was going to definitely be more in my case. I stood at the register impatiently waiting as Fred itemized my purchases I was receiving on credit.
Taking his time, as he marked each piece of merchandise down on a sales slip, Fred occasionally glanced up at me with a sly
look on his face. Uncomfortable and ready to run out of the store, I bit my lip, and tried to remain cool until my business
was done there. When he finished, he looked at me, smiled, and
handed over a piece of paper. “How would you like to pay for it?” Fred asked. “Well, Tony said that you
would let me get the stuff on credit,” I nervously answered. “Oh yes gorgeous, I’ve already placed your
items on a buy now, pay later plan. All I need to know is how you intend on paying for your items when you’re ready
to pay,” Fred asked. Confused, I looked at him and said, “I don’t understand.” He leaned over the counter, reached out for my hand and said, “Honey, I’m very flexible. You can either
pay me in cash or we can work something else out.” Chills ran through my body as I realized what the little perverted
man was offering. I grabbed the bag and screamed over the counter, “Thank you, but cash will be fine.”I hurried to my car and didn’t hesitate to start it once inside. As mad as I was, I knew I didn’t
have a right to be. This was only the beginning of the mission I was on to get out of the hole that I’d found myself
in. I realized that Fred’s advances were only the tip of what I had bitten off, and I was certain that there was far
worse waiting for me in my future. For this brief chapter in my life, I decided to put my pride aside, brush my shoulders
off, get out and get what I needed to put my life back on track.
