Who: a talented, yet undiscovered, burlesque dancer
What: the casting couch
Where: a popular speakeasy in downtown New York City
When: 1930’s

I walk through the back doors of the theater at the appointed time. Despite by straight back and shoulders, my thighs are quivering from my nerves, making my walk in four-inch heels more wobbly than seductive. Feeling intimidated, I hang out around the outskirts of the dressing area, astonished by the sight of so many gorgeous leggy women of all types dressing for tonight’s show. Silk stockings are smoothed up long lean legs, lacey garters are attached, sequins are glued in strategic locations, shimmer is applied all over soft curvy bodies. In the reflections of so many mirrors, I see the fronts, backs, and bottoms of all the women. Modesty doesn’t belong here.

I desperately want to be part of that scene. I know that I can dance better than anyone else, and tonight is my biggest break. I have an appointment with the theater owner after waiting for him for three nights by the back door. The last night, he came out, looked me up and down, stripping away my dress with his eyes, and told me to come back in a week for an audition.

And so here I am. A deep breath in, and I approach one of the glamour girls and ask for the Owner. She looks at me with big eyes, puffs out a mouthful of swirly smoke from red lips, and points me to a crimson door nearly hidden by a rack of frilly dresses. I feel her eyes following me as I go to the door and knock timidly. Was that pity in her eyes I saw before? Or just sizing up competition? I put it out of my head as I am invited inside by a deep voice.

I walk in, one foot determinedly in front of the other, more confident on the outside than I felt. I sit down on a red velvet chair across from a heavy desk. Behind the desk is my next opportunity. With fierce eyes and a tough body, he lounges there taking his time before saying anything, evaluating my physical appearance. I sit on the edge of my chair and ask him if he has any openings. He takes a drag of his cigar and asks me to show him my dance. I take that as Yes, there is an opening.

I stand on shaky legs and hand him my music which he puts on the record player. I take a deep breath and begin swaying to the soft music, feeling it deep inside of me. Slowly, I peel down one satin glove, letting it hang on my fingertips before dropping, then the other, while maintaining eye contact with the Owner. I turn around in a circle, while shimmying my body and posing so that all my curves are displayed to my best advantage. I turn my back to him and teasingly unbutton a single button at a time, going down my skirt to below my knees, ending completely bent over. I pretend surprise as it falls to the floor in a swish. I am now just in a corset and a g-string, garters and stockings. Still swaying, I caress my curves, luxuriating in the feeling of being able to hold a man enthralled. He stares at me with no expression, but I can tell he is moved by his shallow breathing. What a heady feeling of power! More seductive strutting, and the corset comes off next, the strings being drawn through the holes one side at a time. I wiggle my backside to keep the anticipation from getting too explosive. Finally, it falls off too, leaving a lacey bra barely cupping my breasts. I touch my chest, down to my tummy, as if thrilling at being freed and being able to feel my soft skin. I stroll over to the desk and lift one leg up, saucily untying my garter and rubbing it all over myself before throwing it in the Owner’s direction. The stocking comes off with just as much ceremony, then the other leg. I boost myself up on the desk, writhing gracefully against it, seemingly in the throes of passion. With one last motion, I flick my bra off and arch against the desk motionless, except for my breasts and nipples that heave with exertion. The music silences. I pause for effect, and turn my head to look at the Owner.

Performance finished, I’m now unsure of myself again and slightly embarrassed that I put on such a spectacle. I know it is more risqué than any other performances, but when I dance, all inhibitions come down, and I am transformed. In the silence, I scurry down the desk, and wait anxiously for what the Owner has to say.

He stares steadily, puffing away, keeping me in torturous suspense. He finally tells me in a soft voice that my dance is quite good, but there’s another part of the audition. I feel a burst of excitement, knowing that I will do anything to get this job. I’ve gotten this far! I smile shyly, and ask what next.

The owner stands up, leaning over me and tells me that my dance is so good because I enjoy being a tease. I had knowingly tortured him with glimpses of skin, only to modestly cover it up again. Slowly pushing him until he made up his mind. Now for the final act – What would I do to get the job? I blink at him not comprehending. He takes my small hand and molds it to his hard cock. Shocked, I try to pull away, but he has a firm grip. It’s part of the audition, everyone does it, He says. I shake my head and try to run away, but have nowhere to go since I am still mostly naked. He corners me against a lounging couch, pinning me against it so that I’m forced to sit down.

His strong hand rises to my throat, gripping it, squeezing just enough to make me scared, and whispers in my ear about paying the price for being a tease. That sense of power I had during the dance will be stripped away as he shows me the consequence of my dance. I try to push him away, but his thumb digs into my neck. I whimper and stop struggling. With his grip still around my neck, he pushes my body down until it is laying on the couch, his other hand groping me all over. I’m trembling in protest, the only thing I can do. I’m too scared and shocked to move now. His hands wander down to my hips. He rips off the g-string so that I’m totally exposed, naked except for my dancing heels. I cry out and fight him, but he gives me a hard kiss and lays down on top of me with his hard leg in between mine, forcing them open. Now I show you what this job really means, he growls in my ear…

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