Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

Elsie's shoulders visibly relaxed and Jen realized the woman had been prepared for an argument. That she could make the older woman's job easier was a bonus to her she thought, hoping she might get on the woman's good graces and possibly learn something incriminating about Mr. DeWight, remembering Elsie had been around since the company was first started.

"Unfortunately, yes," she said vexed, once again showing although working with Mr. DeWight for such a long time, she was not necessarily one hundred percent on his side. "Your outfit is up in the room—it is a simple top-bottom-garter set so there is no problem there—but Mr. DeWight has requested the last three songs be performed nude, so you will have to work that into your routine," the woman said. "As to touching, it is to be expected, in fact, I believe Mr. DeWight wanted to talk to you about that very thing before the party, so I'm sure he will meet up with you then," the woman told her.

At this point and after everything that happened over the week, she merely shrugged. She had already known she would be performing and stripping for this party, and as it was her debut as the DSA Spokesmodel she knew Mr. DeWight would want to show her off as much as he could—so had been expecting the request to dance nude.

A small part of her mind was shocked and upset she could so easily to accept the request to dance nude. Jen had always refused dancing nude, something she had once considered taboo, a line she had never crossed. Now in less than two weeks, she was accepting the request as if it were part of her normal routine. Granted there was little to be accomplished by arguing. In some way—whether force or drugs—Mr. DeWight would have his way, so in this case, the path of least resistance was best. Even so, agreeing to dance nude without a second's pause bothered her on some deep level, as if she had lost a piece of her innocence.

Elsie caught her attention again, breaking her morbid thoughts as the elderly woman guided them up the long curved staircase. Jen saw the pole was about six feet from the top landing of the second floor, Elsie confirming her suspicions telling her the pole had been purposely kept away from the landing so she would not accidentally hit it if she climbed the pole so high.

"Will there be somebody operating the spotlights?" she asked suddenly, her thoughts abuzz about her routine.

"Yes, we figured somebody would need to man them so you were spotlighted the entire time, rather than flooding the stage with lights," she told her.

"And the pole is reinforced at the ceiling?" Jen asked as the older woman nodded.

Velvet looked at her questioningly, but Jen shook her head, indicating she would tell the woman her thoughts later as her mind considered her routine.

"This is your room for the weekend," Elsie said to her as she opened a door to reveal a large bedroom.

"Wow," Velvet said, Jen's mind echoing the woman's astonishment as she looked into the room.

The room was larger than her and Dan's bedroom done in a contemporary style. The main furnishing dominating the room was a large—beyond king-sized—platform bed placed in front of a floor-to-ceiling window which composed most of the back wall of the room, similar to her and Mr. DeWight's offices.

The floor of the room was composed of irregular slate or granite stones, with several plush throw-rugs scattered around the room as well as a small bureau and vanity table, two plush lounge chairs, as well as a small office area complete with a large laptop.

"Unfortunately guests will start arriving in the next hour," Elsie said as her and Velvet looked over the room, "so you won't be able to practice in the ballroom," she explained. Seeing Jen's questioning gaze Elsie smiled, "It is a solid pole," understanding Jen's concern, as she told her, "I tested it myself."

Jen had heard horror stories of girls performing at other venues where there were make-shift, shoddy poles and the girls had not had time to check them out themselves. As embarrassing as such poles were to a dancer, it was more of a health concern, particularly for somebody like Diamond who worked the pole so vigorously. Although she would have liked to have checked out the pole herself, she trusted another dancer's word, and for all the secretarial duties she performed, Elsie moved and had the body of a dancer, knowing the woman had danced for years.

"Your performance is set to begin at nine, so you have a little over two hours to prepare," she told her. "Velvet can show you how to access the corporate network from here where you can find the playlist Mr. DeWight created for your routine," she said. Looking at her assistant Elsie told her, "The files are in the Public Share in the folder labeled 'Diamond Debut Party,'" the woman said to her assistant's nod.

"Also, there is a dance studio at the end of the hall, head down the hall away from the stairs all the way to the end on the left, where you can at least warm up. There is a small pole and stage there where you can at least practice, but again, remember your set is forty-five minutes, so don't over-exert yourself," the woman said, confirming Jen's suspicion the woman was still a dancer at her core.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to oversee the rest of the party," she told them. "If you need anything, pick up any phone in the house and press the pound key, an operator will be able to help you with whatever you need," she said, leaving the two girls alone in the room.

"Operator?" Velvet echoed. "This place is fucking huge and amazing!" she said as Jen nodded her agreement.

"Apparently the porn industry pays well," she muttered as her and her assistant checked out the rest of the room.

While Jen looked outside the large windowed wall at the amazing grotto-like pool below the room, the other woman's loud voice caught her attention.

"Holy shit girl, get your ass in here!" Velvet suddenly exclaimed through an adjacent doorway.

Jen was impressed with the mansion, not only the ballroom and built-in stripper pole, the marbled porch, the artwork and furnishings, the grotto pool below her, as well as the extravagant bedroom; however, she was not prepared for what she beheld next.

She was in a bathroom, obviously only for the particular bedroom she was in, and it was beyond amazing.

The first thing which overwhelmed her was its size—the bathroom was as large as her and Dan's bedroom, and then the extravagance of the washroom hit her.

One half of the bathroom contained a large vanity counter with multiple mirrors and lights and a control panel to dim or brighten the lights to any suitable setting she saw as Velvet played with the dials like a child. Adjacent to the vanity was a small sitting area with two plush chairs as well as an armless chaise lounge. Against the wall on the other side of the sitting area was a humongous porcelain bathtub big enough to fit at least five people. She stared at the tub in amazement, wondering how much water it held and what size of water tank could supply something the size of a children's swimming pool.

The other side of the bathroom consisted of not two, but three sinks, the area having two plush chairs to be able to sit at the counters, as well as a large linen closet. But those were only minor accessories compared to what made up most of the wash room—an immense, spacious walk-in shower. The shower was at least twelve feet long and five feet wide, open to the room except a long glass wall separating it from the rest of the room. Looking into the large shower area she saw it to have multiple showerheads not only from the ceiling, but also the walls, as well as its own independent lighting panel, controlled by a waterproof console within the shower.

Both Jen and Velvet stared at the immense shower area, able to comfortable hold at least six people.

Off to the side at the end of the room was finally the water closet, complete with a full sink, bidet, as well as the toilet.

"This is amazing," Velvet said. Once again Jen had the impression of a kid in a candy store as her assistant moved around touching everything, turning on and off all the lights, pressing every switch, and opening and closing every drawer and cabinet.

Jen laughed at her assistant's inquisitiveness before finally telling her, "Come on, I need to see what shitty songs Mr. DeWight has picked and what obscene outfit he has chosen to dance in," she said not entirely in jest as she exited the ostentatious bathroom, her assistant reluctantly following.

Once again walking into the bedroom, she noticed a garment box sitting on one of the chairs which she had missed earlier, her attention taken up by the room itself.

Opening the box, she found, as she suspected, her outfit for her routine. On top of the clothing was a pair of seven-inched heeled white platform sandals, and Jen was happy to see the Pleasure name on the sole, having a pair of Adore shoes exactly like this as well as several other colors

"At least Mr. DeWight knows his shoes," she said.

"I know," said Velvet from the computer, "did you see all those 'Loubies,'" she said, referring to the female caterers earlier.

Jen nodded and placed the shoes on the bed as she moved aside the tissue paper in the box to reveal her outfit for her performance. As Elsie said, the clothes were a standard lingerie set consisting of a pink and white laced underwire push-up bra with a front clasp, white G-string panties, a white with pink flowered garter set, white stockings, and a white and pink ruffled flouncy diaphanous skirt. To go over everything was a long front tie white and pink laced robe which Jen had to stand up to hold completely.

"That robe is going to be a bitch to dance in," Velvet said from over her shoulder.

Jen had to agree. Typically dancing with anything hanging below the waist was an ingredient for trouble when working the pole as vigorous as she did; however, she had danced in a similar outfit before and managed.

"So what songs did he pick?" Jen finally asked, putting the box aside and once again reaching for the shoes.

Bending down, she put the shoes on to get a feel for them and break them in, glad they fit her as perfectly as her own pair as she walked over to join her assistant at the computer.

Velvet shrugged, "I recognize a couple of them, but some of them are pretty obscure," the young woman answered, "although the titles alone tell you Mr. DeWight's mind is in the gutter," she said with amusement. "Like 'Wet' and 'Pussy' only spelled with two dollar signs," she sighed in mock exasperation. "Or how about 'Gotta Get Me Some," she laughed.

"Shame on you," Jen said with a smile, "that last one is a Nickelback song," she admonished her assistant. "Every good stripper should know Nickelback from front to back," she laughed, recognizing it from one of Mary's sets.

"You want to hear the playlist?" her assistant asked as Jen shook her head.

"Let's check out this dance studio Elsie mentioned. There should be a sound system there and we can see if it ties into wherever you have this playlist stored," she said.

Jen was by no means a computer expert, but she had faith in her assistant who seemed savvier with the computer than her.

Following Elsie's directions, they easily found the dance studio, once again impressed at Mr. DeWight not holding back at all with his investment as the stepped into the large room, Jen's platforms thumping loudly on the sparkling hardwood floors. The room was lined on three sides by mirrored walls—one which had a ballet bar—as well as the two stripper poles in the room.

"What man has a dance studio with stripper poles in his house?" Velvet asked as Jen shrugged.

At Jen had thought, they found a laptop at a corner desk and it only took a few moments for Velvet to log into the corporate network and pull up the playlist.

Jen listened to the songs, practicing a few moves on the poles, mainly loosening up her muscles as she thought about the routines in her head. It had been over a week since she had danced, and although she had practiced a few times on the pole in her office, she felt rusty.

Velvet on the other hand, was in awe of her, sometimes getting on the other pole as she attempted to mimic some of Jen's moves.

"You make it look so easy," she said after several failed attempts at an Allegro Box split.

"It's all in practicing," Jen smiled. "It took me weeks to get that maneuver figured out, and the transition was even worse," she said.

"You make up all your routines?" Velvet asked as Jen nodded.

"As well as some of the girls' at the club," she added, her assistant saying she wished she worked at Jen's club.

Jen laughed, saying, "As much time as I'll be at the corporate office, I'm sure we'll find some time to go over a few things," she said happily, continuing to practice.

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Mingling with the growing number of people attending the party, Dan was amazed at the size and extravagance of Chuck's house. Actually, it could not be called a house, being a true mansion in every sense of the word.

He currently was in the ballroom staring at its two-story-high stripper pole, waiting, like the others, for Jen's performance.

He had not been able to see Jen for the entire week other than the single phone call they had shared after he had left with the FBI for his new apartment. Then he thought of the staff meeting he had been told to dial into, how his heart felt like it had sunk into his chest as he watched Jen—or Diamond—walk into the boardroom wearing nothing but a silver thong and boots. He had ground his teeth as Chuck had told her to lay across his lap, his anger rising further when he watched, along with several other guys on the video conference, his rival finger-fuck his fiancée, forcing her to cum in front of all of them.

His anger was directed towards Chuck, not Jen. He did not know what circumstances had caused her to behave like that, but he trusted her enough to know there must have been some extreme extenuating circumstances involved for her to appear like that and follow Chuck's bidding.

And now here he was, in Los Angeles at Chuck's request to attend her debut party as the DSA Spokesmodel. Even this chance to watch her perform was welcomed, as he would get to see her in person and possibly even steal a few moments alone with her curious about her week.

For him, it had been one of the oddest weeks in his existence...

Monday he had met Chuck at the Satin Kitty and expressed his interest in Chuck's job offer. Chuck had been ecstatic, clapping him on the back and hugging him like he was a best friend as he welcomed him to the company.

They had talked for over an hour as Chuck explained his desire for Dan to basically shadow him for the next couple weeks to get an idea on how the company was run and get a feel of what he looked for in a club.

"As one of my direct reports you answer only to me. The company will pay for all your trips obviously, but you'll also receive a very sweet benefits package for medical, dental, and life insurance. I also am planning on you accompanying Diamond on her tour, since she is going to be performing at each club it will let you see what the other clubs are like, get a feel of the type of buildings and locations I prefer, and then I'll set you lose on the world to help the company expand," he had told Dan.

At the mention of traveling with Jen he perked up, immediately regretting his reaction as Chuck looked at him, saying, "Diamond is off-limits, you hear?" he said deliberately. "I've invested a ton of money in that bitch, which she is going to earn back ten-fold," Chuck said, "so I don't need anybody fucking things up, you hear me?" Chuck warned.

Dan had forced himself to fake disinterest, telling him he was only excited to watch her perform, telling him she was amazing on the pole.

Chuck laughed. "Now THAT is something I can appreciate. I'll tell you what, she has a couple photo-shoots scheduled this week, so I'll let you see some of the proofs before they become public, how about that?" Chuck laughed. "Remember, there are some nice perks now that you are working for the company!" his rival laughed, ordering them additional drinks.

Inwardly Dan's anger surged. The way Chuck talked about Jen—or any woman for that matter—was disgusting, and knowing Jen was forced to put up with his shit until either of them could find enough evidence for the FBI to do anything against Chuck was maddening.

"Oh, and I thought of the perfect 'Welcome to the Company' gift," Chuck said, waving Mary—or Kitten—over to them.

"Kitten, you remember my old buddy Dan, don't you?" he asked his fiancée's best friend.

"Of course I do Mr. DeWight," Mary—or Kitten, he corrected in his mind—purred to the man.

"Good, good," Chuck said. "I want you to be his special girl from now on. If he's in the club, you are to spend time only with him," he said. Laughing at the shock in both her and Dan's faces he added, "Don't worry about your tip quota, I will personally compensate for your time, so don't worry about any penalties," he told the stripper, misinterpreting the cause of her surprise. "In fact, as an incentive, I'll give you a five-hundred dollar bonus a week to keep my buddy here happy," he said. "And I mean EXTREMELY happy," the man said, inwardly disgusting Dan at how Chuck was treating the woman.

"Of course Mr. DeWight," Kitten said, "You know how much I love your friends," she again purred.

"Great, then I'll leave you two be," Chuck said. Turning back to Dan he winked and said, "Don't worry about the VIP room if you want some privacy, go ahead and use my own office," he told Dan. "Kitten can show you the way," he said, explaining he had to go over to the Wet Cherry for the rest of the night. "New managers are always a pain in the ass," he said, telling Dan about Tim being out of town. "With him out of town in LA this week, and it being a new club, I need to split my time between the two to make sure the girls toe the line and everything is good," he explained to them before leaving.

Dan moved his legs in surprise as Mary came over to him and directly sat in his lap, putting her arm across his shoulders as she leaned into him. He was acutely aware of her buxom chest pressing into his body and her cleavage only inches from his face.

Looking across the crowded club, he saw Chuck give him a 'thumbs up' before leaving.

"Daniel James Jeffries," Mary suddenly hissed into his ear. "What the fuck is going on with you and Jen," she whispered, smiling as if she were just another stripper willing to please a customer.

"Long story," Dan told her. "Look, Chuck doesn't know Jen and I are a thing, let alone engaged. We're trying to keep it from him, at least until we can sort some of this shit out, so can you spread the word?" he asked plaintively.

"Yeah, yeah, Jenny already told us that, but why?" she asked. "Maybe if you told Mr. DeWight you two were engaged he'd find another girl and stop whatever shit he has planned for Jen. Have you heard from her today?" the woman asked obviously concerned.

Dan shook his head to both comments. "Look, I can't tell you what's going on, just believe me that it's best if Chuck doesn't know her and I are a thing. She's down in LA this week getting her paperwork and orientation and some other shit for her spokesmodel role, but she'll be back Saturday night. I'll let her explain as much as she can, but please, trust us," he pleaded. "There are just some things we cannot say right now," he told her, unwilling to tell her more.

Mary sighed, her breasts sliding across his chest and making him uncomfortable as she said, "You know I love you both, but can you at least tell me what the fuck this 'be Dan's special girl' bullshit is about?" the woman asked. "Not that I have anything against you hon, but you are my best friend's man," she giggled, both from her statement and to show everybody around them she was treating him well.