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Amelie part 3No, the 2 books didn´t offer any solutions!In fact, they gave her even more questions (plus she became awarer aware of thing she had never even thought about before).Her next day at the new job was hellish long and it was almost 6 o´clock when she could leave. There was quite a walk from her job to the bus-station, almost 15 minutes, but on most days, her colleagues offered her a lift. But not on this Thursday, they had all left shortly after five.A light rain fell and it was already completely dark and Amelie thought about taking a cab. But no, she had just paid the plumber, had spend money on books AND lost her underwear in a dusty book-shop.She was almost half ways, when she realized that she needed to pee. The toilets at the bus-station was out of the question, they would probably be out of order og very dirty, so she began to look for a restaurant. She could always drink a quick cup of tea. And there was a new place she hadn´t noticed before just across the street. Looked brand-new and rather classy. So she did cross the street, went down the steps and entered the darkish room. She went to the counter, ordered a cup of tea and asked for the toilet.It was when she washed her hands that she realized that she had no cash, only her credit-card. But that should not be a problem, almost all places took plastic these day.?But we don´t,? the manager told her as she took the first sip,? the company will have it up and running tomorrow...??Ohh...i am terribly sorry...but I have no cash on me...can I go to the cash-machine???I know your kind..You´ll run off and I can kiss my money good bye?She raised an eyebrow. gaziantep escort It was a cup of tea, costing 2?!Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that near all the punters were men, but she didn´t give it a second thought.?Well, if you don´t have cash, you must work it off??That is a little..tough, but okay, I can do that!?After all, how many dirty dishes would she have to wash to pay for one lousy cup of tea??Are you sure???Yes, I can do that!??The dancer just called in sick...and the punters all want a show..??What??She felt how her jaw dropped. He could not be serious!?Up on that stage and strut your stuff, babe..like you just agreed to do??But...??You agreed to work your dept off...We have a dishwasher, we need a dancer..?He turned to the bottles and poured something into a glass. Amelie became aware of somebody standing right behind her, blocking her way to the exit. It was going to happen again, the third time in two days!?I need you on stage for 30 minutes...and you get to keep all the tips...here drink this, babe..? he said, putting a glass in front of her.?And...how much will..that cost me?? she asked and nodded towards the glass.?It is on the house..you will probably need it if you have not done this before, babe?She nodded again. Then she emptied the glass in two big gulps. About 6 cl of cheap vodka that made her cough. She left her coat and bag with the manager and tried to tell her self that this was just a dream, as she walked through the room. There was about 30 or 35 men. Only men. All eyes were on her. She could feel it. Lights were dimmed, except for one or two strong spots. The stereo played some old Gun´n´roses-tune. Then she entered the low stage, whispering ?30 minutes? under her breath. Stood with her back to the audience and began to sway softly. Her office-outfit was not made for this!But she had looked good for her new job, in her brand new charcoal jacket/skirt. The men began to cheer when she reached back and began fumbling with the buttons. There was a few cheers as she finally succeeded. The skirt was too tight to really dance in. It was more swaying. Then she did it, opened it, stepped out of it to a wall of cheers and yell from the audience. Her audience. She looked over one shoulder, but could see nothing, only the sharp light from the spots. She became more confident, began to dance a little. Dropped the jacket to a new roar of cheers. Maybe this would be easy, after all. No-one would know her here, after all. She turned to face HER audience and realized that she was too fast. Wearing only a white shirt and underwear, she still had to do at least 27 more minutes.She needed to slow way down!About 30 second later her shirt came off and she danced in her bra.In less than 3 minutes she was naked apart from the shoes she had put on again. The manager was pointing at his clock. Did that sign mean 22 minutes?She danced, alone and naked for the duration of the next two songs. Looking back, it was not really a turn on for her, but she like to have their attention. But soon she could feel how HER audience began to loose interest. They had seen her dancing boobs. She began pretending to touch her self, That picked them up again.The barman had just signaled ?10 to go?, when Amelie dropped to her knees on the floor eager to keep the audience on the edge of their seat. Down below the spotlight. And there, to her left, they were!5 or 6 guys from her new work and they had been there all the time!The spotlight had made them impossible for her to see, but definitively NOT the other way around. Only good thing, they were not from her department, but she had definitively seen them at lunch several times!She felt dizzy and dropped down on all four on the dirty stage-floor. This was not good news, not to her. Her colleagues didn´t seem to agree. They were all having a blast and they would have something to talk about the next day at work. She had been spreading her legs for them, on stage, showing them her shaven pussy. She Also knew that she still had to finish the show, HER show, preferably with without being booed off the stage. This was certainly bad enough as it was! She finally saved it, by pretending to be taken (hard) from behind by an imaginary lover somewhere behind her. This gave her the loudest applause all night and she survived the last (very long) minutes by pretending to be fucked by her invisible lover in a large number of different positions all over the dusty stage.When the lights finally were dimmed, she was quick to collect her clothes (minus a mysterious missing bra-she suspected her new colleagues for that), and ran off to the toilet to dress again.Then the manager gave her a mouthful and a half for breaking some law. Pretending sex on stage was not allowed and he had to give her a 3-month suspension. She downed another free vodka on the rocks. She had made over 50? in tips and she took a taxi home.It was the most humiliating experience yet.Little did Amelie know..