I get in the car and drive down to the Roadside Pub. I'm scared as hell because of what I'm going to do, but I'm not going to lose the house that Mack and I worked so hard for. I get to the Roadside Pub and I park my car. I sit there for a few moments, reflecting that I have a college degree and I have skills that enable me to make a reasonable wage. However, if Mack and I are to keep our house, my vagina is what I have to sell. I steel myself and get out of the car. I walk into the Roadside Pub. I walk up to the bar and tell the bartender, "I'm here, looking for a job."

The bartender eyes me, like a piece of meat and says, "Yah gotta talk to Wesley, the Manager." He points to a door in one corner of the place.

I say, "Thank you." I start to walk over to the door and I recognize Anita, the wife of one of the guys that Mack used to work with.

Nude Anita is toting a tray and she looks at me, with a sort of hopeless smile. She says, "They got you too?"

I swallow hard and reply, "Got to make the mortgage payment."

Anita sort of stage whispers, "Welcome to nude hell."

I walk up to the door that has a Manager sign on it and I knock. A voice tells me to come in and I enter. I see a guy sitting behind a desk. I ask, "Are you Wesley?"

The guy says, "I'm Wesley, the Manager. Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for a job."

Wesley asks, "You dance nude?"

"A little bit."

Wesley says, "Show me."

(I had talked to a couple of the girls, before I came to the Roadside Pub. There's not gonna be a visit to the lades dressing room, I'm just going to have to take it off in front of Wesley, dance a few steps for him and then get screwed on the fake leather couch in Wesley's office.) I take off my blouse, to reveal that I'm braless underneath. I then drop my micro mini skirt and stand there nude, in front of Wesley. I dance a few steps for him, wiggling my ass quite a bit and keeping my upper body as still as I can.

Wesley says, "Okay, you can dance. You also gotta fuck customers." He then pauses, waiting for me to say something."

"So they tell me."

Wesley says, "Okay, we pretend that I'm a customer." He gets up from behind the desk and undresses as he talks. Wesley rolls a condom onto his cock and says, "Customer always got to wear a condom, house rules. You get your ass over on that couch and spread your legs."

I get my ass over on the couch and spread my legs. Wesley comes over and mounts me. I can feel his condom clad cock slide inside me and I'm now officially a whore. Wesley works on me for a bit and then comes, grunting like the pig that he is. He finishes and stands in front of me. He gasps out, "Okay, you start tonight, nine o'clock. You wait tables until it gets to be your turn to dance. Customers aint supposta touch a waitress, but a little accidental contact happens. If it gets outta line, I got a bouncer takes care a that. You dance, when it's your turn. You show the boys a lotta tits and pussy. You get a sign from the bartender, you take a customer into a back room, fuck his brains out. The house sets your price, not you. You work the guy for a tip, you keep that. Customer gotta wear a condom. Customer don't wanna wear a condom or tries to cause trouble, you on closed circuit TV. We get a bouncer in there and he escorts troublemaker out. You go back out there and talk with Shirley, she runs the girls." With that, Wesley points, with the clear meaning, 'Get out, now.'

I pick up my blouse and skirt and walk into the main room of the Roadside Pub. It's a little weird, because I'm nude in a public place. However, all of the other girls are nude as well and it's how things are gonna be. It's gonna take some getting used to.

I find Shirley and she shows me the ladies dressing room. It's a room with three doors, several lockers a couple of restrooms and a few benches.

Shirley tells me, "You show up every night that you're scheduled, on time. You work nude, just a pair of heels. You can put your stuff in a locker and you bring your own combination lock. Some of the girls will steal things. You screw any customer who comes up with your price. Well, you don't have to screw a reeling drunk or some guy who smells like a barnyard. They got closed circuit TV in the back rooms, so you have protection. You wait tables, when you're not dancing or screwing a customer. You work your shifts and the other girls work their shifts. You try to fake your way out of your shifts, you fake your way out the front door."

I ask, "How much will I make?"

Shirley grins, "Girl who looks like you do, learn to deal with the horn dogs, show 'em lotsa tits and pussy, you make $75 thou a year, over $6 thou a month. You need a place to stay?"

"I have a place, here in town."

Shirley lectures, "Your boyfriend comes in, he's just another horn dog. He causes trouble, out he goes."

"I come back tonight, nine o'clock?"

Shirley says, "By nine. Eight thirty better, I can have one of the girls give you some lines to answer what the horn dogs say to you when you dance. Oh yeah, you park in the back and come in through the back door."

I put my blouse and my skirt back on and then walk out the front door, to my car. I drive home. I don't talk with Mack about my first visit to the Roadside Pub.

* * *

Janice has gone to the Roadside Pub for an interview.

I know that we have no choice, Janice works at the Roadside Pub, or we lose the house. I don't want my wife to work at the Roadside Pub and have to screw other guys, but I can't make enough money to cover our living expenses, especially the mortgage payment.

I want to tell Janice that I have gotten a big contract and that she doesn't have to go and work in a nudie bar.

Over supper, Janice asks me, "Well, how is your consulting business going?"

I, shamefacedly admit, "About the same as last week. I work hard and make demos for customers, but the cheap bastards mostly, 'want to think things over before we make a commitment.'

Janice tells me, "Well, you keep trying and I'll do what I have to do."

I then go back into my den office and try to come up with something that will earn enough to get Janice out of having to dance nude for horn dogs.

A bit after eight o'clock, I hear Janice leave. I sit at my computer and feel like a total failure. I'm mad at my former employer, I'm mad at myself, I'm mad at the customers that I'm pitching my services to. However, there's nothing that I can do, except to keep trying as best I can.

* * *

As I drive back to the Roadside Pub, I try to come to grips with what's happening. I'm gonna have to waitress in the nude, dance nude and take horn dogs into a back room and get screwed. I don't wanna do it, but it's do it or lose the house. I can't be mad at Mack, he's up every morning and working hard. He makes sales calls and then works until late, trying to make enough money to support us, but it's not working yet. I have to buy time until Mack can make the big money again.

I get to the Roadside and I park in the back, where it says, 'Employees Only.' I walk to the locked back door and knock. A guy lets me in and I walk past the back rooms and into the ladies dressing room.

A nude girl is sitting on a bench and she glances up at me, as I walk in. She says, "You're new."

"Yeah, it's my first night here." I then strip off and put my stuff in an empty locker, which I then lock.

The girl asks me, "What ya gonna call ya self?"

I hadn't really thought about it, but I find myself saying, "Candy, a sweet treat."

The girl grins and says, "Yeah! That's pretty good. Ya might even get some horn dog to try tasting ya pussy."

I lecture the girl, "As long as they pay for the privilege."

The girl says, "I'm Daisy, 'causa this tattoo I got." The girl then poses a daisy tattoo on her right breast.

I then ask, "Well, Daisy, what do I do tonight?""