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She laughed loudly. "Oh, that isn't all, darling," she said. "Denton offered me a new job. I won't be
waiting tables any more. I'll be dancing, and after the show, I'll be entertaining his favorite customers-in
private."
Hal went pale. "You mean--?" he said.
Brenda nodded. "Sure," she said. "I intend to lay plenty of men, and I might as well get paid for it."
Hal looked completely destroyed. She felt no pity for him. She remembered vividly the terrible pain
she'd felt when she came home and found him fucking Debby.
Later she went to Debby's room to talk to her. The girl was unnaturally quiet that day, lying on her bed
reading. She looked frightened when Brenda came into the room.
"Mom," she said quickly, "about last night-I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I never even thought about
that. I just wanted to find out more about sex, and Hal showed me. It was so much fun, I just forgot
about everything else."
Brenda put her arm around her daughter. "I understand," she said. "I wish you'd waited longer, or that it
had been someone besides Hal, but what's done is done. You just go ahead and do what you want,
dear. It's all right with me if you go on making it with him."
Debby hugged her mother. "Oh, Mom," she said gratefully, "you're wonderful."
Brenda smiled distantly. She knew she was far from wonderful. She was just a bitter woman who didn't
care any more.
When she arrived at the club, she went to Denton's office to see if her new costume was ready. He
grinned lewdly at her when she walked in. It didn't bother her like it had done before. She was interested
only in his cock-and that went for every other man she might meet from now on.
"Baby," Denton said eagerly, "you're gonna be a hit, I know it. I got one of my best customers out there
tonight, Sid Taggert, a real big spender. If he likes you, we got it made."
"I'll do my best," said Brenda. "And if he likes me, am I supposed to entertain him afterward?"
Denton leered at her. "Yeah," he said, "and I know you'll be good at that, too."
Brenda ignored his remark. "What about my costume?" she said.
Denton produced a big box from behind his desk. He took the lid off, parted some tissue paper, and
drew out the new costume. It was a slinky, black-sequined bikini with fringes, which would bounce
when she danced. It was like the waitresses' costumes only skimpier and more suggestive.
"Try it on," said Denton.
Brenda quickly stripped in front of him. He gawked and licked his lips, but it didn't bother her any more.
She put on the new costume and walked to the mirror.
"Fantastic," said Denton.
He wasn't exaggerating. The costume was made for her, showing off her lushly curved body. The tiny
bra barely contained her big swelling breasts. It looked as if they would pop out at any moment, and
Brenda discovered that if she leaned forward, her nipples showed. She could use that to advantage in
her dance.
The tiny black panties were scandalously revealing. In front there was a small triangle of black sequins
that barely covered her bush. In fact if you looked closely, you could see a few curly hairs escaping. In
back there was nothing but a pair of thin straps that met just above her buttocks and disappeared down
the crease. The two enticing globes of her ass were completely uncovered. "You like it?" Denton said
eagerly.
"Perfect," said Brenda. "When do I start?"
"As soon as we've got a crowd," he said. "Probably an hour or so."
He stepped closer to her. He couldn't take his eyes off her tall curved body, so enticingly revealed in the
scanty costume. He licked his lips.
"Say, baby," he said, "we got a little time. How about a quickie before the show starts?"
Brenda looked him over coolly. The crotch of his pants was sharply tented. He looked at her pleadingly.
It was like she was the boss now, not him. She despised him-but she remembered that he was a good
fuck.
"Why not?" she said.
Coolly, Brenda walked over to his desk and braced her hands on it, her enticing half-naked ass turned
toward him. She pulled down her panties and let them slip down to her ankles. She bent lower, exposing
the ripe red line of her slit.
"Make it fast," she said. "I want to practice my dance before I go on.
She could hear his loud breathing as he approached her, the slithery sound of cloth as he let his pants
drop. She didn't turn and look at him. She wasn't interested in him as a person. She was only interested
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