Desperate times
Tonya was a junior in college when she lost her scholarship foolishly. They didn’t kick her out altogether, but the steps they did take took away her ability to pay for school. The student disciplinary committee pulled her scholarships, withdrew all grant money, made getting a student loan impossible and to finish the final hit on her financially, made it impossible to be employed by any business associated with the school. She walked from the administration building in tears. Her head was down as she headed across campus to her dorm room and even that was to be a short-term thing as well. The only reprieve she did get from the committee was a chance to finish her class finals and the reprieve of not being forced from the dorm until finals were over. So, she had two weeks, not much time when your life just hit the toilet.
Tonya got back to her dorm room and flopped across the bed, bursting into tears. She lay there and cried for hours, it seemed, until finally falling asleep. She woke up later still lying across her bed and still with the same hopeless problems. Rolling over on her back, she stared at the ceiling, secretly wishing it would just fall down and crush her to death. She wasn’t looking forward to calling her parents and telling them she had lost her scholarship. She knew that would kill them and there was no way to ask them for the money to finish school either. They were hard working blue collar folk that barely got by. The dream of college for her had only become possible through athletics and now that was over. All because of one moment of stupidity. Why had she hit that girl, that was a question she couldn’t answer. She had just reacted and never thought once of the consequences.
Finally forcing herself up off the bed she moved over to her desk. Thinking to herself, she started to make a list of what she needed to do. At the top of this list was whether she wanted to stay in school here or anywhere at this point. After some very long thought and some tears, she decided yes, this was where she wanted to finish school. With that decided she moved on to the next item that needed attention: she needed a job that could pay for school, and this brought her to a few other items: a place to live, food to eat and the other life needs she had taken for granted. This was so overwhelming that she broke down into tears again right there. Tonya spent the rest of that day and night in her dorm room, alternating between trying to figure out how to make it through school and bawling her eyes out.
Tonya woke up the next morning completely cried out and determined to get through school. She had to find a job and it couldn’t be anything associated with the school. Since that covered the majority of jobs in this college town it was going to be difficult. Pulling up the local Help Wanted ads on her laptop, she started going through them slowly. She found a few restaurants looking for waitresses, a few sales positions at some of the local retailers, but nothing that gave her the impression of paying enough to get her through school the next year and a half. Then she saw it –
Wanted: a young woman to act as a hostess. Her duties would be to greet customers and ensure their needs were being met. She would need to be available Thursday through Sunday night, hours vary, but typically are from 6 pm to 3 am each night. We can work with the right applicant. Pay will be discussed at the interview. Please call (258) 239-2483 to arrange an interview.
Tonya read through the ad several times trying to decide whether to call the number or not. There was nothing else popping out at her in the ads on the local Help Wanted page, so she decided to call. Since it was Saturday she decided to wait and call in the afternoon, but then reconsidered. Maybe they were open already, so she picked up the phone dialed the number.
The number rang a few times before a female voice answered with, “Thank you for calling Club Excite, how may help you?”
“Hi, I’m calling regarding the ad you had posted looking for a hostess,” Tonya replied.
“Oh yes, we are still looking for somebody. Are you interested?” the woman replied.
“Yes, ma'am, I am. I do have a few questions concerning it though.”
“Well, let me set you up an interview and we can answer any questions then. When might be a good time for you? I could set one up today if you can make it at four this afternoon? We are looking for somebody that can start right away.”
Tonya gave it a brief thought. “Four would be fine.”
They exchanged information, with Tonya giving her name and the lady on the other end giving Tonya the address for the interview before hanging up.
The interview
Hanging up the phone, Tonya had some time to kill and spent it surfing the rental ads for a place to live. She saw several that were listed in a price range that she thought she might be able to afford depending on how her job search went. She decided not to call about any of her prospects until she had gone to her interview and see what she might be making. Instead, she spent the rest of the time studying and trying feverishly not to worry about being able to afford to stay in school.
As time got closer for her to leave, Tonya decided to take a quick shower to be fresh for the interview. She stood up and slid off her sleeping shirt, just an old ratty oversized t-shirt, and then slid her panties down her legs. They were just a pale blue pair of your basic colored cotton bikinis. Tonya had never really had the need to have fancy underwear or clothes for that matter.
She walked into her bathroom and stood in front of the mirror appraising herself before stepping into the shower. She studied her figure: trim and muscular from playing sports, breasts not large, but stood high on her chest with large round areolas and thick nipples, tummy flat, then she stopped and looked at her vagina. As she looked, she could see her bald vulva protrude like a small hill between her thighs. She had been scolded numerous times by her mother for wearing shorts so tight that they left a camel toe as her mother would call it. It wasn’t until she was in high school she learned what that term meant. After learning the meaning, she spent much more time picking out her clothes. This was the one part of her body she wished she could reshape. Finally, after running her eyes the rest of the way to her toes, she stepped in the shower.
She was done quickly and dried off. She went to her underwear drawer and pulled out another pair of cotton bikinis, but this time in black and slipped them on. She also pulled out a very plain satin black bra. Tonya then went over and stood in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear to the interview. She had never been an over-the-top dresser so her clothes were simple. She decided on a black pleated skirt that hit her just above the knees, a black camisole and medium blue button-up top that hugged her figure.
She dropped everything on her bed and started dressing, pulling the skirt on, then dropping the camisole over her head, letting it fall over her black bra. She looked in the mirror and she could just see the outline of the bra through the camisole. She worried over it for a minute before sliding her top on and buttoning it up. Looking again she decided it didn’t show with the top on.
Tonya then sat down to do her make-up and fix her hair into a presentable fashion. It took longer than she planned. When she looked up at the clock it was already a quarter after three. She grabbed her purse and ran for the taxi stand outside the dorm. She jumped into the first taxi she came to and tossed the paper with the address over to the driver and told him to step on it.
A short while later the taxi pulled up in front of a low three-story building. Tonya sat there for a moment staring at it. It was not what she expected at all. As she stepped out of the cab, she saw a small plaque inset into the wall. It read ‘Club Excite, The Place Your Excitement Is Full Filled’. Tonya looked at the plaque trying to decipher its meaning. Finally, she gave up and walked over to the single glass door that was on the front of the building. There was an intercom beside it and she pushed the button.
“Hello, how may I help you?” the voice stated from the intercom.
Bending down towards the intercom, Tonya introduced herself and said she was there for an interview.
“Oh yes, come on in. I’ll open the door for you,” the voice replied.
Tonya heard a sharp click and reached for the door. It opened surprisingly easy, with just a slight pull at the handle. Tonya stepped through the door and found herself in a small reception area all done up in black marble and tinted glass, but nobody was there and all she could see was more doors. Of course, they were all closed. She saw a door on each side of the room and a large fancy double door centered in the back wall.
She was just starting to debate about trying to open one of them when one of the side doors opened. A woman Tonya thought to be probably in her thirties stepped out of it. She was wearing a black dress that was almost form fitting. It had a high collar, no sleeves and ended at her knees. To say the woman was beautiful would be an understatement, was Tonya’s first thought.
“Hi, I’m Lissa Croft. I’ll be doing your interview,” she said to Tonya.
“Hi, Miss Croft. I’m Tonya Seaver,” she replied.
“Oh please, it’s just Lissa around here. We are a pretty close group here and it’s all first names.”
“Okay, Lissa it is,” Tonya replied. This woman had a way of making her feel very at ease.
Lissa walked over to the double doors and indicated for Tonya to follow her. As Lissa approached the door Tonya could hear a locking mechanism releasing. Lissa just gently pushed at the door and it swung open easily revealing a large room set up as a lounge and much more. They walked across the room to a set of couches and Lissa sat down on one. She swept her hand across the other opposite of where she sat down. This had Tonya seated facing her.
“Tonya, I’d like to start by you telling me about yourself and what brings you here,” Lissa said.
“Okay, Lissa, I’ll get this out there quickly then.” She started telling Lissa about her troubles and her desire to finish school. Then all came bubbling forth like a great weight was being lifted from her shoulders, ending with that in a few short weeks she would be homeless as she also lost her dorm room. After completely unloading her whole story to Lissa, Tonya sat there with her head down and tears running down her cheeks.
Lissa leaned across to her and took a finger and wiped away the tears that had been running down her cheeks. Then taking her fingers she lifted Tonya’s chin up, staring into her eyes, seeing the most beautiful green eyes staring back at her. It was then she decided this girl was going to get a job here. She knew that men would melt staring into them just as she felt herself doing. Finally letting go, she sat back on her couch again thinking about how this girl would fit in here.
“That’s quite a story, dear. I’m glad to see you are trying to move forward and not giving up. I think we here at Club Excite might be able to help you with more than just a job. We like giving young women with determination a chance to excel in many ways.”
Lissa went on to discuss what the club was and how it operated. She explained to Tonya they were a private adult club with several levels of entertainment for their members; this ground floor was made up of this main room for social interaction and entertaining, private rooms for guests to freshen up, the staff areas and, of course, the offices for the club.
Lissa went on to explain the second and third floors were made up of private entertaining rooms of various sizes and desires. Her descriptions of what happened on these floors had Tonya shocked but also squirming as she felt herself getting wet listening to her explain it.
Finally finished, she looked at Tonya and could see the flush in her cheeks and knew that she had excited her as intended. She had to see if this girl would be able to become a larger part of the club or not. She was very satisfied that Tonya would eventually be more than just a hostess here and with that, she also knew the girl’s money troubles would be over quickly.
Sitting back on the couch relaxing a bit more, she said, “Now that I told you what we do here, are you still interested in coming to work for us? Your duties as a hostess here in this area does not mean you have to take part in any other activities I told you about unless you desire to, that is,” she finished with a little smile crossing her lips.
Tonya sat there for a few heartbeats considering all that Lissa had told her before answering, “I’m still very much interested in the hostess position but I don’t know if I could do the other things some of the girls do.”
“Tonya, you’ll never be asked to do anything more than you want, you have my word. Now, let’s go over your pay and the details of being hostess here and then I’ll have Bella get you outfitted. We supply you all the clothes you need to work here for free.” With that, Lissa started going over all the little details of being employed at ‘Club Excite’, including what it would pay and that there was a non-disclosure contract that must be signed.
Tonya sucked in a large intake of air when Lissa got to the pay. To say it was generous would be an understatement. She finally felt that there might be a little hope in her life after all.
“So, Tonya, you ready to go to work? If so, I’ll call Bella over to get you all set up.” Lissa raised her hand up and gave a little wave.
Tonya watched a slim girl in a short blue dress walk towards them. She was probably about five-foot-five with kinky blonde hair and like herself, had an athletic gait to her walk. She wasn’t runway-model beautiful but beautiful in the real-world sort of way. As she got closer, Tonya could see the dress was a wrap that ended just below mid-thigh.
“Bella, this is Tonya. Would you please get her outfitted for hostess duties?” Then, looking at Tonya, “Tonya, is Thursday night okay for you to start? We’ll get you started on a night when it’s not so hard around here,” Lissa finished with a huge smile. “I’ll leave you in Bella’s capable hands for now.”
A little time with Bella
Sensing that Lissa had dismissed her, Tonya stood up and turned towards Bella waiting.
“Tonya, come on with me and I’ll take you to what we call 'the closet' around here.”
Bella turned and started walking towards the bar area at the end of the room. She paused at a door just to the side of the bar entrance and ran her hand in front of a little pad mounted on the wall. Tonya heard the lock click and watched Bella push the door open and followed her through it. They walked down a hallway until they got to a set of double doors. Bella paused again to wave her hand in front of a pad mounted on the wall. Again, hearing the click Tonya wasn’t sure what the pad was reading to unlock the doors but guessed she’d find out soon enough.
Tonya followed Bella through the door and found herself standing in a room with rack after rack of dresses and other clothes. She could also see small storage areas lining the walls. Walking in a bit further, she could also see outfits that she assumed were used upstairs. There was a lot of lace, fishnet and leather hanging and lying around, giving her a quick shiver of excitement that she felt going through her core.
Bella had seen the totally shocked look before from new girls and wasn’t surprised at Tonya’s reaction at all but had a job to do here.
“Tonya, what are you, a size five or six?” she asked.
“It really depends on the outfit. Tight fitting, most of the time I need a six. I play sports,” catching herself mid-sentence, “I did play sports in school,” she said quickly before turning her head to keep Bella from seeing the tears that tried to slip from her eyes.
Bella saw the emotions run through this girl and felt sorry for her. She had been close enough to hear what she had explained to Lissa. Stepping closer she put her arm around her and pulled her into her saying, “It’s all right, Tonya. You’re in good hands here.” She continued holding her for a few minutes longer before letting her go. “Okay, let’s get you outfitted, girl.”
Tonya straightened up and gave an appreciative nod to Bella for the comforting hug.
“Okay, Tonya, the hostesses wear these dresses in one of four colors,” said Bella as she took a dress from one of the racks and held it up. It was a blue dress similar to the one she was already wearing. She went on to explain that the dress colors were the blue she was holding, a red, a green and a tangerine color. “So, what is your favorite color?”
Tonya thought for a minute and then asked, “How many dresses do I get? I’d like to have one of each color if that’s possible.”
“Sure, you can. We typically just take what we need. I usually keep eight to ten dresses at home. I always bring a bag with me with a spare dress and a change of clothes. You never know when you might get a drink spilled on you and need a quick change. So, would you like to try one on to make sure of your size? They’ve all been cleaned.”
“Sure, I think it will take a six but I guess it would be good to try one on. Where can I go to change?”
“Right here is fine, if you're comfortable changing clothes in front of me?”
Playing sports all of her life and changing in locker rooms with dozens of other girls made her perfectly comfortable with it. Without even answering she reached for the zipper on her skirt and in just a few quick seconds she was standing there in her bra and panties. Bella handed her the blue dress she had in her hand. Tonya slipped it on and it fit her perfectly.
“So, what do you think, Bella?”
“Looks absolutely perfect on you.”
With the dress issues settled, Bella took her through the rest of the accessories for the outfit. Walking around the room, she got Tonya outfitted with stockings and suspenders and several pairs of shoes to wear, but what she didn’t offer up was any bras or panties.
When they had finished, Tonya turned to Bella and asked, “I guess I need to get my own bras and panties?”
“No, actually, Lissa would prefer you didn’t wear anything under your dress. She says it excites the customers knowing we are naked under our clothes. That with just a few quick motions, we could be naked in front of them,” she said smiling at the look of horror on Tonya’s face. “Oh, don’t worry, you won’t be asked to strip in the main room,” finishing with a wink.
Tonya wasn’t sure how she felt about not wearing any undergarments, but with what this job was going to pay she could deal with it.
“Well, Tonya, anything else you need or any other questions for me?”
“Just one, what’s it like actually working here? I mean, Lissa gave me the broad strokes of what the club offered but how does that fit in with what I’m doing?” she asked with a very thoughtful look on her face.
“You don’t need to worry. Our clientele knows the rules in the main area. You just see to their needs, like serving drinks or snacks and the like. That’s not to say that you might not get hit on, as sexy as you are, but it’s not like somebody is going grab you and ravish you right there. Just be charming and helpful to the customers and you’ll clean up in tips.”
Tonya quickly changed back into her own skirt and top as Bella watched. If she had known the thoughts running through Bella’s mind, she’d have been blushing. Bella showed Tonya to the office to get her club ID done. The ID turned out to be a bracelet in a dark shade of silver. She was told this would grant her access to any part of the club except the management area. After finishing the paperwork in the office, Bella gave her a small tour of the ground floor before showing her out, where Tonya caught a cab back to the dorm.