Expectations and Requirements: You should strip down naked before putting on any of the gifts, excluding some of the shoes.  This should occur somewhere very open and public.

Saturday evening.

After the mini orgy in the open window of the tailor shop, wearing only a t-shirt newly silkscreen-printed with Dirty Slut, Giselle rode back to her condo with the handsome dark-haired Greek, Milos. They kissed passionately and he reminded her of her promise that she would come to their next house party. After a long, luxurious shower during which she used her shower massage wand to orgasm again, she took a long power nap. She shook off her grogginess, heated the take-out food she'd gotten on the way home, popped a can of beer, and opened Tom’s e-mail.

Put on an old blouse or oversized t-shirt that you won’t miss, but no underwear. Wear your new platform heeled sandals; take the package that was delivered to you and twenty dollars in cash and your ID. Go to the nearest sporting goods store and buy a clear plastic backpack. Put whatever change you have left in the backpack with the package.

Drive to the Girls, Girls, Girls club out on US Seventy-eight in Snellville. Go into the club and enter the amateur competition. When you get to the dressing room, open the package and dress in what’s inside. Remember your Expectations and Requirements. Put your shirt/blouse in the package and throw it in the trash. From there on, you are a stripper in a club, act accordingly. Remember someone is always watching. Don’t lose your costume, until you earn enough tips to buy something else, you are going home in it.

The drive out to the club took about fifteen minutes and despite napping a bit longer than she wanted, she arrived at about the right time according to Tom's e-mail. After parking her car, she stepped out onto the still-warm asphalt of the lot wearing just a baseball jersey her last boyfriend had left at her condo. It barely covered her ass, and she would be taking that off when she entered the club. Tom had also said to pay attention to Expectations and Requirements, which probably meant she shouldn't change clothes in the dressing room.

"Here for the auditions?" a burly guy behind the front counter asked her when she walked in the door.

"Uhm, I guess? A friend sent me," Giselle answered.

"Ok, well I'll get Katrina for you, she's the house matron. You can wait by the bar."

"Is there somewhere I can change my clothes?"

"Sure, anywhere at all."

Standing next to a guy at the strip club bar, Giselle looked around. Men sat in booths and at tables, a few dancers were grinding out table dances. Looks perfect, she thought. Then she stripped her shirt over her head and laid it on the polished bar top. Everyone turned to look at her, stunned at the sudden display of her fine nude form.

The matron of the club walked up and then cast an appraising eye on the brunette. "Well, you seem to know what you're doing. Come with me, I'll show you where to change," she said and lead Giselle to the dressing room. There was a metal folding chair next to a small mirror and a fluorescent tube light fixture hung on the wall; she went to it and sat down.

Giselle opened the small package that she brought to the club, there were just two small pieces of clothing inside: a black string bikini bottom and a black mesh spandex tube top. She pulled the tube top on first, it was a size small and stretched so far it ripped into several nicely placed cutouts. The bikini bottom was two tiny triangles attached to satiny strings that almost immediately slipped inside her vagina after putting on the lacy garment. 

"Ok honey, we'll start with the basics. Your shift ends at two am. If I am not here the other matron will be. We'll count your tips together, then you tip me out and I take care of the other dancers that you work the stage with and the DJ. 

"Two am?" Giselle whistled low.

"Is that what you're wearing on the stage?"
"It's all I have, so yeah." 
"Well, at least you have the shoes. Somebody gets too close, you hit them with one. What's your name?"

At that moment Giselle saw a familiar face appear behind the other woman.

"Giselle?"

"Cerise? Do you, uh?" she answered shocked.

"She can't be Giselle; we already have one. Caress, what?" the matron asked.
"Katrina, I got this one."
The lanky brunette gaped at her totally nude, very fine-looking boss, who just three days ago was flashing her pussy at the staff meeting for everyone in the office to see.

"Ok, but if she misses a cue or screws up it's on you," the matron warned her. "Make sure she knows who to tip out."
"Jesus Katrina, that's mercenary. It's a damn audition."

"What I'm seeing, she already earned the job. You're good, kiddo," Katrina gave Giselle a light slap on the ass. "Caress, if she doesn't tip out correctly it's coming out of yours." Then she turned and left the two women.
"Cerise? Is Caress your stage name?" Giselle asked, surprised at seeing her young coworker in a stripper outfit in the same club that Tom had sent her to.

"Yeah. I was doing this before I came to work at Bookings and Reeder. It's easy money," Cerise confessed. "I was cash poor because I lost my roommate, so I just came back to this part-time a couple of weeks ago."

"You need money? I might be able to push for a raise now."
"No. Do you need money? Why are you here on audition night?"
"I thought it was an amateur contest. And I might be meeting someone here," Giselle said hopefully.

It was comforting having Cerise there, Giselle bonded with her at once. They went to Cerise’s cubby and the stripper pulled out a few costume pieces. “So, here're some things you can try with that tiny string thong.”
“I guess there's no rule about wearing something over what Tom wants right?” Giselle mused.
“I don't know what rules you mean. Who’s Tom?” her sexy coworker asked.
“My friend, he sent me this to wear tonight.”
“Well, he knew what he was doing. You're almost naked."
"Don't you mean mostly naked?" Giselle smirked, then laughed.
"What do you want for a top? There're little jackets or midriff tie shirts," Cerise offered.

"Actually, I kind of like the tube top. But let me see that pink pleated skirt."

Cerise liked wigs and had a few for her to try. Eventually, they pinned her hair up and tucked it under a platinum bob. Giselle used the mirror to redo her makeup. She had to remember back to how she wore makeup in her college days. With some of that good old girl magic, she added enough contrasting eye shadow and mascara to make her eyes pop and then touched up her lipstick with gloss and a dark liner.

She took the skirt and stepped into it, zipped and buttoned it at her hips where it wrapped around like a satiny ruffle just above her perky naked buns. There was a low whistle and she smiled over at Cerise. "Should we go over some moves or something? I guess you're letting me work with you?" she asked. "Oh, and what's your strip club name?"
"Gigi, it's Gigi."
"At first just do the little act you did Tuesday at the meeting. Go to the pole and reach for the bottom, like when you got your coffee mug. We'll switch sides middle of the song and do that all over. Toward the end of the song, do your little spill cleanup routine facing the guys. We have to have our tops off by the end of the first song, so I'll come up behind and get yours, then you help with mine."

"There are rules? And how many songs?"
"Three songs: topless at the end of the first one; the second number lose the skirt; third, we strip off each other's panties."

"I did a couple of amateur nights, for room and board in college," Giselle admitted.
"Yeah? I would not have thought that. You don't look the type," Cerise opined.
"There is a type?"
The two women laughed.
"So, what's out of bounds?" Giselle asked.

"For the guys? They're not supposed to touch you, but some of us allow a little of it. If they try to do anything more, they know they will be thrown out. The manager has three guys on the floor just for that, so we can feel secure doing our job," Cerise explained.

"Anything out of bounds for us?"

"You mean like me licking your pussy onstage under the lights with a bunch of horny guys watching?"
"If that's an option then yes specifically and definitely that."
"Nope."

***************

Ted Havlicek arrived at the Girls, Girls, Girls club in his classic blue 1969 Shelby Cobra. He was admitted through a back security door and met by his downtown office building security chief, Connor Moore. 

"Hi, boss. Follow me."

"Connor, is she here yet?" Ted said.
"She's been here about an hour. Come with me, we'll go to the manager's office, you need to see the video," the big man answered. He directed Ted up some stairs and then through a heavy door. On one side of a large window was a bank of CCTV monitors.  Three men were in the room watching the activity in the club below on screens.

"Mike this is Ted Havlicek." the big security man said. "Ted you already know Joe. This is his brother Mike Oliva." 
"You related to the Marietta Havlicek's?" asked the other brother. 
Ted looked at the man and snorted a laugh. "Yeah. Hey Joe, how're tricks?" 

The other brother got up from his chair and shook hands with Ted. "Mike, this guy got our license issued when all our lawyers couldn't a bunch of years ago," he said to the man next to him. "Ted's father was an alderman on the licensing committee and he squashed it. Then he changed his mind about a week later, right Ted?"

"Yeah, that was my fault. They were pissed that I was dating a stripper," Ted admitted. "One night I had it out with my old man and dared him to see for himself. My girl and I were at dinner with him and my mother, and we left to go take my father to a strip club. When we got there, we paid a couple of the girls to sit in a booth and tell him why they worked there. After hearing them talk about goals and higher education, caring for their parents and kids, and how they weren't sluts, just performance artists, my old man relented and voted for the license."

"What can I do for you, Ted? Need a private booth? A couple of dancers for the night?"
"Can you pull up the video of that brunette by the bar earlier? The one who walked in wearing the baseball jersey," Connor asked.

The third man went to his control board, stroked a few keys, then pointed to a monitor. "Here it is."
Ted watched as Giselle entered the club and walked to the bar. The video captured the moment she pulled off the tee shirt and stood naked until a woman approached and spoke to her. Then Giselle walked off with her.

"Wow, that was fucking incredible. Way to go, Ted, she's gorgeous," the other brother Mike said.

"Damn, Giselle," Ted said and shook his head. He looked up at the brothers. "That's my girl. Can Connor shadow her on the floor?" Ted asked.

"She here to audition?" Joe asked.
"Well, she's already been on stage with Caress, I think," Ted's security man responded.
"That's all you want is Connor to watch her?" Joe asked. "I got no problem with an ex-employee coming back to work, eh brother? Grab a comm earpiece." He fist-bumped with Connor.

"Where is she now?" Ted asked.

Connor spoke up immediately, "She's back near the private booths, with Caress. On cam monitor three west."
"Where?" Ted said. "That's not her. Wait. Oh, that's fucking great. Somebody loaned her a wig and a skirt." Too smart, too sassy, too sexy, that's my Giselle, he thought.

"That's your girl? She's got the job now if she wants," Joe said and grinned at Ted. "Listen, Ted, you can go on the floor, obviously. Watch her up close and personal."

"Up close and personal is how I like her," Ted said slyly thinking of the day before. "But I don't need her to see me tonight."

***************

The DJ called Gigi and Caress to the large front stage of the club. Gigi spotted Cerise over at a table, still sitting nude on a guy's lap, so she made her way through the crowd showing off her smoking hot body to the guys sitting around the tables. Several of them had already seen her strip down and change into her costume when she walked in. They got to their feet and started to crowd around the stage the two women would be using.
This time there was a rotating pole on the stage and Giselle put her foot on the small shelf at the bottom of it. She stretched up and back to grab the pole overhead, then kicked softly with her shoe. At first, she trailed her foot to keep the rotation slow then she lifted it and spun twice, and stopped.
Cerise had arrived from giving some guy a lap dance and was still getting her costume on, but she stopped and clapped for her boss. "That's cute, do that. How were your tips from the first time? Did you count yet?"
"Is two hundred twenty-nine good?"
"Somebody threw ones? And yes, it's very good."
"He emptied his wallet on the stage and left us a condom too. I didn't take that," Giselle replied and laughed.
Their music started and Connor Moore heard a voice on his earpiece. "Boss?"
"Go over to the stage and watch," Ted told him.
"I am watching. I'm also shadowing," his security guy explained. "Which means I don't just watch her I watch the crowd. Why don't you come down and go to the stage."
"That was not in my plan."
"Grab a hat put on your sunglasses and look like a creep, they'll both avoid you. You can sit at the stage as long as you throw money," Connor went on.

Huh, Ted thought and looked around the room. There was a box of ball caps with the club name on them. It wasn't a bad idea actually, but he couldn't let Giselle get too close. What he'd found in her was amazing, and he wondered if she'd already had a master before. He suspected she had. He wanted her to show him she could step from the comfort zone of the office building into the public, and she had to do it without knowing he was there.
Still, maybe he could get away with getting close to her. She was smart, she caught on to his cologne. Ted hadn't worn the Paco Rabanne tonight, he could look like the nerdy geek with a fat wallet if he had to. "Mind if I grab a hat, Joe?"
"Help yourself."

************

Giselle picked up the balled-up dollar notes that the nerdy guy had thrown on the stage. Cerise walked over and squatted down next to her.
"What did the geek in the hat and sunglasses tip?" she asked her boss.
Giselle un-wadded the first of the bills, "Wow, it's a fifty." She un-wadded another, "This is a fifty too! They're all fifties, two hundred dollars!"

The two naked women looked around the room trying to spot the guy in the hat, but he'd disappeared.
"Damn, I wish we'd paid more attention to him, he might have wanted a private dance," Cerise said regretfully.

******************

Finally, two o'clock came; her feet ached from the stripper heels, and she sat down at the bar. Her head was filled with the events of the tailor shop, meeting Cerise at the bar, and the knowledge that Tom was somewhere in the club, watching her.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" a voice asked.
She turned to the sound and found an attractive blond-haired man looking at her. Remembering a bit of advice from Cerise, she accepted his offer. "Sure, thanks. That's nice." There was a ball cap from the club sitting on the bar next to him. He could be the nerdy guy who had tipped her two hundred dollars.
"I'm drinking bourbon."
"Oh, just a cider for me, please," she said and smiled tiredly.
"What's your name darlin'?  I've seen you before somewhere, right?"
"No, a friend asked me to come to the audition tonight. I thought I would see him by now but..."
"Who would stand up a gorgeous woman like you?"

"He really has a mind of his own." Something caught at her senses then and she sniffed. "Are you wearing Paco Rabanne?"

"It's a Tommy Hilfiger shirt."
"No, your cologne."

"Oh, I think it is actually. Why?" the guy asked.
"You're Tom aren't you? I've been here all night and you finally show yourself," Giselle said happily.
"If you like Tom, call me Tom. Are you done for the night? You want to get out of here?"

"Yes, and yes," Giselle agreed. She'd already tipped out with the matron, and three hundred forty dollars remained in her backpack. She'd even bought herself a club t-shirt to wear home and had managed to keep her thong panty.
The guy got up from his barstool and helped Giselle get up. She grabbed her backpack and felt him slip his arm around her waist. He quickly led her to the club entrance.

*********
Ted was speaking in Connor's ear. "Who's that guy walking out with Giselle?"
"They were talking and getting friendly. I heard her ask if he was Tom. Oh fuck," the security chief responded.
"Did he have a baseball cap?"
"Yeah, huh? Oh. Fuck!"
"Follow them, make sure she doesn't leave with him."
"What if she wants to?"
"Pick her up and carry her if you have to but bring her back here, Connor."
"Ok, boss." Connor had walked outside and could see Giselle and the strange guy standing by an SUV.
"Tell her the Tom who she's working with at the office is still inside," Ted said worried about his protege.

*************

Giselle found she liked him, he was rugged and handsome and had style and good taste in clothes. They were standing by a large expensive-looking SUV, and he was trying to take her shirt off. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the club bouncer walking up to them.
"Gigi," he called to her. "You need to see the Matron. You were supposed to tip out. Come with me."
"I totally tipped out, I'm done and I'm leaving," Giselle answered the big man.
"You need to come with me now," Connor told her. "This isn't the guy you're looking for. He's not the Tom you work with at your office."
"Wait, what? I thought you were Tom, your cologne, Paco Rabanne," Giselle sputtered. "You had a ball cap!"
"It's a souvenir for my buddy back home," the stranger admitted.
"You don't work at the Havlicek building?"
"Gigi, or whatever, I'm a salesman. I've heard of the Havlicek's, but I sell toys."

"If you've heard of the Havlicek's then you don't want to mess with her or me," Connor advised the stranger.

"Hey big guy, you're cockblocking me!" the guy said to Connor and looked at Giselle. "I thought you wanted to party, we were connecting, weren't we?"
"I thought you were someone else," Giselle admitted. The club security man was reaching for her. She looked at him and he nodded back toward the club. "I'm sorry I have to go," she said and started to walk away.
The stranger snatched at her wrist and caught it, then pulled her to him. Connor stepped up next to the guy, grabbed his other arm, and twisted it behind his back.
"Let go of her or the next thing you hear will be this arm breaking," he advised the stranger.
"Fuck, enough already!" the guy said and released Giselle.

Connor stepped between the two of them, Giselle looked over her shoulder at the man she almost left with. A salesman, a random stranger had almost gotten her to go with him, to have sex with him. She'd been tired and let him get too close to her; she'd wanted to believe he was her mystery man from work. She'd been a fool.
Connor took her hand and lead her away.
"Tell your manager I'm never coming back to this club again!" the stranger shouted at his back.
The big security chief turned around and looked menacingly at him. "Get in your car and go. I'm going to follow her back to her place and if I see you on the road, I'm going to run you into a ditch."
The stranger made a one-finger salute and Connor stepped toward him. Then the guy quickly got into his car and sped out of the parking lot.
"You want to go back inside, maybe get a soft drink, and chill out for a minute?" Connor asked her.
"Can I meet him? I mean if he's still in the club?" Giselle asked back.

"I don't know about that," Connor said then said, "Boss, what do you want me to do?"
"She's had a long day, tell her to go home," Ted said in his ear.
"He wants you to go home," Connor told her. "Come on, I'll take you to your car."
"You were talking to him?"
"Yeah, he's still in the club, upstairs in the video room."
"That sounds about right. Would you tell him something for me?"
"Sure, Giselle," Connor agreed.
"Please tell him," she paused a moment then gathered her last bit of courage. "Tell him that I love him."