Slash didn’t give a fuck what Karen thought of her hair, but she needed to play nice. “Maybe your clientele will like it too, especially when I shake it in their faces during all the lap dances I’m gonna give.”
“Why don’t you come back tomorrow night and I’ll trial you.”
“My baby bro is getting married, so that’s not gonna fly,” she lied. “How ‘bout I get up on stage tonight?”
“Are you a topless-only or a nudie girl?”
“Topless.”
“Show me your tits.”
Yeah, right.
“On stage,” Slash pushed back.
Karen studied Slash. “I’ll take you back for an audition. If one of the girls will give up a time slot, you might have to split your tips with them.”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Wow, you’re desperate.”
“You have no idea,” Slash replied.
Slash followed Karen to the other side of the club, and down a hallway toward a door marked Dancers. To Slash’s surprise, the door wasn’t even locked.
She didn’t like that these women were vulnerable to the clientele. Any perv could just walk back here.
The large room had over twenty stations. Each came equipped with a well-lit mirror, a small counter, and a chair. Rather than use a dressing room, the women were getting dressed or undressed at their station.
Karen stopped at a station halfway down. “Use this one.”
There was a photo of a woman taped to the mirror.
“Whose is this?” Slash asked.
“Terri, but she ghosted on me. Her and five others.” Karen rolled her eyes. “Too much damn turnover. If things work out for you, you can’t ghost on me too.” Karen arched an eyebrow as she gave Slash the once-over. “It’s no secret I don’t like you, so don’t get your hopes up.”
I’ll get this gig.
“How can I make money besides dancing? You got VIP rooms?”
“Yeah, and they’re managed by me.” Karen glanced around the spacious dressing room.“Girls,” she called out. “I got an audition. Who’s willing to give up a spot?”
Most didn’t even glance over.
When Karen’s request was met with silence, Slash called out, “You can have my tips.”
Heads whipped in her direction. Several women hurried over as Karen headed out.
“Hey, I’m Slash.”
“Deb,” introduced one. “I’m up in ten on the main stage. “You can keep half your tips.”
“You sure?” Slash asked.
Deb’s spray tan was done well, her long dark hair fell down her back, and she had several piercings and tats.
“Melody?” called a woman nearby.
