You decide to join a strip club under the name "Daisy Buxley"

You head to the nearest strip club, a small hole-in-the-wall called "The Play House." After a brief meeting with the owner of the club (who is reluctant to hire you at first, but changes his mind after watching you sing "Oops, I Did It Again" while wearing nothing but satin panties), you officially gain employment under the assumed name of Miss Daisy Buxley.

Evening comes. It is almost time for your first show. You scoot past other dancers in the dressing room and head for the clothing racks. There are many sexy outfits to choose from. You decide to wear a slutty pink nurse's costume, complete with a nurse's hat, attached petticoat, pink fishnet stockings, and pink platform shoes. Completing the ensemble is a doctor's stethoscope. You slip into the clothes, fix your hair, and do your makeup. Within 20 minutes, you are all ready to go.

As you start to leave the dressing room, one of the other dancers, a blonde who is slightly taller than you, grabs your arm. She is dressed in a black fairy costume with a poufy tutu skirt and black fishnet stockings. "Hey, you forgot something," she says, and hands you a white frilly leg garter. "You can put those dollar bills in your dress if you want, but I prefer keeping it in my garter."

"Oh . . . okay," you reply. You take the garter, pick up your right foot, and begin slipping the garter up your leg. You pull it all the way up to about mid-thigh. "Thank you."

"No problem," the blonde says. She leans closer to your left ear and lowers her voice to a whisper. "Just between you and me, I think you're the hottest girl in here. Those guys out there are going to absolutely LOVE you."

"Oh . . . good," you whisper back, not really meaning it. You wish you had never fiddled with that stupid device that changed you into a Britney Spears clone.

"Have fun," the blonde whispers, and smiles. "You're going to be the first one on stage tonight!"

You step toward the curtain, your hands shaking nervously. You are about to perform for all these weird men while dressed like a slutty nurse. For someone who is not accustomed to wearing such clothes, the experience is going to be a bit humiliating.

Over the public address system, you hear the announcer tell the customers that the show is beginning. When the announcer shouts "Ladies and gentlemen, Nurse Daisy Buxley!", the curtain rises. You see a roomful of men sitting at small tables. About 99% of them are looking directly at you, many of them imagining what you look like under the nurse's dress.

You step out onstage. Your platform shoes help give your butt a sexy wiggle as you prance around. Some song called "Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me" starts playing. You grab one of the metal poles onstage and begin to twirl around it sexily. You turn your back toward the audience for a moment, flip your skirt and petticoat up for a moment, then let them drop down and cover your butt again. Many of the men watching you let out wolf whistles.

The male customers closest to the stage begin to pull out one-dollar bills. You start to move toward them and think to yourself, I can make a crapload of money if I just give these guys a good show.

Then, another thought crosses your mind. What if I gave some of these guys a lapdance?

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