Cheat Code.

2.

Now, being a male stripper wasn't always in the cards. It kinda just fell into my lap. One day I was dog sitting my boy Alejandro's very spoilt Rottweiler, and I had to take him to the park to exercise and whatnot. While I was there, this very strange lady walked up to me and told me I had a mesmerizing face with the body to match...and I for one agreed. She reached into her pocket and handed me her friend's strip club business card, giggling like a little schoolgirl. Before she walked off, strange lady said I'd make a killing at her friend's place, and that's all I needed to hear. At that time, I'd just finished using the rest of the money I had saved up. I cut my parents off months before this, and I knew doubling back when times got rough was not the way go. So, I decided to give strange lady's friend a call, and the rest was history.

Everything was going splendidly. The club owner liked me, the women loved me, and I was cashing in heavy at this place. I didn't even think I would be good at an occupation like this, but I certainly surprised and enjoyed myself while doing it. Stripping was a nice lil' side hustle that was meant to remain on the low, and I was doing a magnificent job of hiding it until my aunt's friends came and blew up my spot. Aunt Sheila's best friend Cheryl noticed me right away, and quickly notified the rest of her posse about my presence. Everything was all good until it wasn't, and I had to think of a quick escape plan to get these women off my case.

Apparently, my escape plan didn't go as well as I thought because these women were still sober enough to remember that I was at the club and tell the tale. I'd ask one of my fellow employees to clean the bar out and provide Aunt Sheila's friends with more liquor than they needed, hoping they'd get drunk enough to forget that night even happened. I left the club shortly after so I wouldn't run into them again and decided to just count my losses and call it a night. Not only was I missing out on good money because of my aunt's friends, but I'd promised that same employee a small cut for doing me that favor, and that was money coming out of my pocket.

The experience with my aunt's friends got me to thinking, and I knew I had to move smarter moving forward. Although the club I first started working at was prosperous, it was too local, and security wasn't as tight knit as it could've been. Looking back at it, anybody could've walked up in that spot, and I'm surprised the encounter with my aunt's friends was my only disruption. I needed something more secure, and way more upscale. So, when I found out this unisex strip club was reopening on the more expensive side of town, your boy was first in line to sign up.

This new unisex club had a whole list of rules that I could definitely get down with. For starters, you couldn't record or take pictures at this place of business. Hearing that was a breath of fresh air, because at the other joint I used to work at, ducking, bobbing, and weaving was a regular occurrence for me. I had to be extremely vigilant at work, and every time I saw someone pull out their cell phone, I became antsy. If I got hired at this new spot, that would be the least of my worries. Secondly, you had to book an appointment and be of a particular status to get up in this new unisex club. This new club carried a gentlemen's club type of vibe, and anybody and everybody couldn't get up in there. It was a huge step up from the previous club I worked at, and I needed to be a part of that institution ASAP.

Slamming my car door, I gazed around at the spot before me. It was fucking exquisite. A masterpiece. I loved it and I was only seeing it from the outside. Checking my phone, I realized I was extremely punctual to this interview, and I figured that should score me some brownie points. I'd already freshen up in the car on my way over here, so all there was left to do was waltz in there and show these people why they needed me.

Confidence was going to be my best friend as I maneuvered this exchange. I for damn sure needed this job more than it needed me, but that didn't mean I had to act like it. Over the years I realized that my looks got me exactly what I needed when I needed it. And when I added the confidence...woo. That was the icing on the cake.

Pushing the glass door entrance open, I gazed around the empty space. Yeah, this was so my type of vibe. The space was modern and classy with a touch of the streets. I could definitely see me making bank here.

"Can I help you?"

The voice was coming from the left of me, and I turned to see an older man looking at me dead in the face. He looked irritated as hell, and I knew it was of my best interest to not say anything that could potentially piss him off more.

"Hi, I'm Zabari Henderson. I'm here for an interview to be one of the male dancers." I spoke.

"Oh yeah." the man sighed. "I'm the one who texted you. I'm Vaughan Blade, co-owner of the club. Welcome to Club Pree. Sorry for the rude greeting, I've been having a day. Everything's all over the place and the grand opening is just days away. But never mind that. Come this way, let me introduce you to my wife Venna. She's the other co-owner. We're just gonna ask you a few questions but you already look like you'd be a great fit here."

I smirked. I was loving the sound of his last statement. Vaughan led the way to his office and damn was I impressed. His office was decked out and fly as shit, it completely matched the aesthetic of the entire club. He caught me looking around in awe and smiled softly. He knew he did his thing with this place.

"Zabari, meet my wife Venna." Vaughan announced.

All that looking around I was doing came to a huge pause when my eyes landed on Venna. She was seated in the center of the huge office with her legs lapped and a cocktail in her right hand. She looked at me intrigued. I stared back just as intently. Got damn, she was fine.

"Sweetheart, this is Zabari." Vaughan said. "He's applying for one of the male entertainment positions."

"Ah." Venna responded. "Let me take a good look at him. You know this is my area of expertise."

Vaughan chuckled while his wife stood up, and she slowly made her way towards me. Within moments she was standing right in front of me, and we were so close I could hear her breathing. I looked down at her big brown eyes which seemed to be scrutinizing the hell out of my facial. I gulped softly and tried to keep my composure. Come on Zabari, don't fuck this up. Don't look at her lips, don't look at her chest that's displaying a beautiful rack of tits...don't look at anything. Maintain eye contact and keep your lingering thoughts at bay. She's probably testing you anyways.

"He's hired. He'll start next week Friday." Venna proclaimed.

"That's it?" Vaughan snorted. "You're not going to ask about his previous work experience or any other credentials? One look at him was all you needed to make a decision?"

Venna sighed with irritation but kept a fixed glare on me. "I know what I'm doing, dear. Trust me on this. I'm looking forward to seeing you around, Zabari."

Smiling appreciatively, I nodded. I was looking forward to seeing her fine ass too. Your boy was officially back in business.