Chapter 1
After traveling through most of the Eastern states with our cabaret act, my troupe was ready for a break when our last gig in Pompano Beach finally ended. As our band retreated to the dressing room to take off our stage clothes and makeup, we sighed with relief, knowing we had a week of downtime before the next leg of our tour began to move westward.
"I don't know about you guys," my fellow stage performer, Lola, said while taking off his heavily padded bra. "But I'd be happy if I never have to put on another bustier or pair of Spandex pants ever again. It's too bad we can't perform our act in the buff–"
"That would kind of defeat our goal of performing as female impersonators," I chuckled, peering down at his dangling package as he pulled off his girdle.
"I dunno," laughed another performer named Raven. "Maybe we could reinvent ourselves as the next Chippendale’s act."
"Except we don't have the buff physiques of those hunks," I smiled, glancing at Raven's man-boobs when he took off his fake bra. “We better stick to our theme as drag queens."
"That's easy for you to say," my friend Gigi nodded. "You already have a gorgeous figure that doesn't need any covering up."
"All except the part between my legs," I grunted, pulling off my tight Spandex briefs and freeing my aching member that was tightly folded between my sweaty labia.
"That's the best part," Gigi smiled, his cock twitching while he glanced down at my swollen organ. "I bet we'd make three times as much if you were allowed to show that thing during our performances. At least half the women and three-quarters of the guys in our audience have a ladyboy fetish..."
“Other than the fact it's illegal to take off our clothes in public," I said.
"Not in Florida," Raven said, tapping on his phone while he performed an internet search. "At least in licensed strip clubs. Why don't we take a break and blow off some steam on the other side of the stage tonight? It would be kind of nice to look at some real women for a change–"
"A strip club?" I said, wrinkling my brow. "They're just full of leering old men looking for a cheap thrill."
"How's that any different from our shows?" Lola laughed.
"At least at our shows, it's mostly gay men just wanting to sing and dance. Those strip clubs are full of weirdos who can barely keep their dick in their pants."
"Come on, Shae," Gigi said, elbowing me playfully in my side. "Let your hair down and relax for a change. We know you like girls as much as guys. And the women at these clubs look like they've stepped straight out of a Playboy centerfold."
"I don't know," I said, frowning as I peered at Gigi in the mirror. "I just seems so demeaning, watching naked girls perform for money…"
"Nobody's twisting their arm," Raven said. "And you'd be surprised how much these girls can make in a night."
"Are you worried about being able to keep your own dick in your pants around all those beautiful women?" Lola teased, peering down at my stiffening tool.
"Hardly," I said, crossing my legs in embarrassment.
"Let's do it then," Gigi said, clasping my hand excitedly. "Maybe we can pick up some new dance moves to incorporate into our routine."
"Or some moves we can work into a few other routines," Lola grinned.
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After we got changed into our street clothes and piled into two cabs, we headed over to the hottest strip club in town called The Doll House. When we got there, we saw a large neon sign over the front door showing the outline of a naked woman shaking her ass with oversize nipples flashing brightly. There was a long lineup stretching into the parking lot, and as our group joined the back of the line, Lola peered at me with a pained expression.
"It'll take hours to get into this place," he said, noticing the line mostly made up of men. "Why don't you talk to the doorman and see if you can work your charms to get us closer to the front of the line?"
"What charms would those be?" I said, peering at him with darted eyebrows.
"You could take off your bra, for one," he said, glancing at my clingy t-shirt.
"Seriously?" I said, placing my hands on my hips.
"No one else needs to know," Gigi nodded while the rest of my troupe circled around me to provide a degree of privacy. "The bouncer will be happy to have a few more pretty girls in the lounge."
I paused for a moment, glancing at the long line-up, then I sighed heavily.
"You guys are going to owe me for this, big time," I grunted, reaching around my back to unclasp my bra and pull it gently over my shoulders.
"The drinks are on us for the rest of the night," Raven smiled, taking my bra and stuffing it in his man-purse.
I walked up the side of the line with the men hooting at my tight ass in my skinny jeans, then I stopped in front of the doorman, puffing out my chest to display the outline of my nipples under the thin t-shirt fabric.
"Can I help you?" he said, darting his eyes downward as he tried to remain composed.
"Yes," I said, passing a crisp fifty-dollar bill discreetly into his hand. "I was wondering if there was anything you could do to help me and my group get into the club a little faster..."
"How many are in your group?" he said, glancing toward the end of the line.
"Ten in total," I said.
"That's a lot to bring in at one time," he said. "We need to obey the capacity limits–"
"I understand," I said, slipping him another fifty-dollar bill. "Maybe you could just move us a little closer toward the front of the line..."
"Is the rest of your group women?" he said.
"Not exactly," I smiled. "They're more like drag queens..."
"Bring them up here," the doorman sighed, peering down at the bills in his hand. "Just make sure you keep them under control. We have a no-touching policy at our club."
"Of course," I smiled, motioning for my group to join me at the front of the line.
When they skipped up beside me, the doorman shook his head, then he lifted the velvet rope, motioning for us to move smartly ahead while the others at the front of the line grumbled in disapproval.
"That was faster than we thought," Lola smiled at me, glancing at my breasts bouncing up and down in my tight-fitting t-shirt. "Did you dazzle him with your high beams?"
"I dazzled him with something a little more pedestrian," I grunted. "Let's just say you guys will be buying me a lot of drinks tonight to make up for my generous donation."
"No worries," Lola grinned as he peered toward the front stage, where two pretty coeds were shaking their naked bodies in front of a cheering crowd. "Something tells me we'll be the ones making the rest of the donations tonight..."
