One of the strip club's owners introduces himself to you

A tall black man with a bald head is standing behind you. He is wearing gray slacks with a black button-up business shirt and gray blazer.

"Well, hello," the man says to you. "I don't remember seeing you here before."

"Uh, hi," you respond shakily. Self-consciously, you cover your chest and close your legs tightly together. Stripping on stage is one thing, but having a man view your body inside this dressing room does not put you at ease. "Who are you and what are you doing in the women's dressing room?"

"I'm one of the co-owners of this club," the man says. His voice is deep. "I'm Sean Cesar. Relax, I'm not here to stare at your tits." He smiles.

"I'm, uh . . . ." you start to say. "I'm . . . Charlotte." You take one hand off your chest and reach out to shake Cesar's hand.

"Are you sure?" Cesar chuckles, sensing your uncertainty.

"Yes, I'm sure," you laugh. "Sorry. I'm . . . new at this job and I'm still overcoming stage fright."

"Well, judging from your performance out there, I don't think that will be a big problem for you," Cesar compliments.

"Th-thank you," you mumble, feeling a little embarrassed.

"When did you start?" Cesar asks. "I don't remember hearing about any new strippers being hired?"

"Oh, uh, it was . . . very recently," you tell him. "This is my first night."

"I see," Cesar says thoughtfully. It is difficult for you to tell if he is buying your story. "Well, Charlotte, it's good to have you on board. Good job out there tonight."

"Thank you," you say nervously. You are not sure what to make of this Sean Cesar person. Perhaps it might be best to leave this club . . . RIGHT NOW. The question is, where would you go?

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