Sasha stood in her bra and panties looking nervously out over the crowd at the topless strip club. She shuffled her feet and looked down, her blonde hair covering her face and she wondered to herself if coming back out onto the floor had been a good idea at all.
Sasha had just won first place at the topless bar's amateur strip night, putting on a rocking cowgirl performance that wowed the crowd and brought in lots of tips. However, during her encore a drunken and clumsy patron had accidentally tore Sasha's thong bikini bottoms off, revealing to the crowd that she wasn't the woman that they thought she was, but rather she was a shemale.
But instead of the negative reaction that Sasha had expected, the manager of the club had told her that more than a few members of the crowd had been excited by the revelation, and the manager had invited Sasha to stay the evening and give private dances to the patrons in the VIP lounge.
As Sasha stood by the entrance to the back room and thought about it more, she became more uncertain. Perhaps the manager was playing a joke on her, or worse, perhaps he was so upset at giving the first prize to a shemale that he was setting her up to be humiliated, or even worse.
Just then the door to the back room opened, and the manager walked out. He smiled at Sasha, and she noticed it was a warm and open smile. Perhaps he wasn't setting her up. "Why aren't you out there working the crowd?" He asked. "You'll never make any money just standing in the corner."
Sasha hemmed and hawed for a moment, trying to think of what to say. The manager picked up on her hesitancy, and moved so that his hand was resting against the small of her back. "Listen," he said, "why don't I help get you started? I'll introduce you to one of our regular patrons who had asked me about you after your dances." Before Sasha could say anything, she felt herself being guided gently across the floor of the topless club, almost as if the manager was leading her in a ballroom dance.
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