Chrissie Goes Job Hunting

"Dancers?" I replied "Hey Kell, I know I'm fucking hot and everything but aren't you maybe forgetting something?"
"Honey you look as good or better than 99% of the dancers I've ever seen." she said. "and k**do the best part is
it says they're looking for girls with "something special."
"This sounds like I'm about to fall for one of your little pranks." I said with a laugh.
"Chrissie, I'm not joking. Go read it for yourself. They want a T Girl dancer." Kelly replied. "and no one fills the bill
better than you my hot little bitch."
I got up and walked over to read the notice myself and sure enough Kelly wasn't k**ding. I returned the table and
smiled at Kelly "WOW! you weren't joking." i said. "but come on I never danced like that before."
"Listen bitch, I watched you dance and you're very good." she said "Besides it wouldn't hurt to at least apply for it.
I hear they make pretty good money."

We left the bar and for the remainder of the night Kelly couldn't stop talking about the dancing job.
The next day she was still urging me to go in and talk to someone about it or at least call and talk to them.
To be honest with you all her carrying on about got me to thinking that maybe I should apply. Honestly what could
it hurt. All they could do would be to say "no"
Eventually Kelly wore me down and I called the Club and arranged an interview. I was to stop by and talk to the owner
the following afternoon. Kelly insisted in helping me prepare for the interview. She eagerly gave her opinion on what i should
wear, how I should arrange my hair and she even insisted on helping me to trim the hair around my little "clitty".
We, or should I say she, decided I should wear a garter belt and black stockings, a bright red demi cup bra
and a skimpy red thong that was really more of a G-string than a panty. For my exterior attire she selected a charcoal
grey miniskirt that hugged my bottom so tightly clung to my bottom that no facet of my ass was left to the imagination.