Holy shit.

I’d prepared for my audition and I’d even prepared myself for the variety of emotions I would probably feel while auditioning. Embarrassed, humiliated, shy, anxious, scared.

But I didn’t expect some of the emotions I’m feeling now. Powerful, sexy, turned on.

I didn’t realize it could be so exhilarating to undress in front of men willing to part with their hard-earned money just to see my naked body. I didn’t realize they would look at me with such lust and awe.

And even though I knew the Rossi brothers were hot, I never expected to get such a rush over having both of them looking at me. Wanting to fuck me. And even, I’m pretty sure, fighting over me a little bit.

I felt so naughty when Marino was spanking my ass. Naughty in a good way. I wanted more.

And now I’m in front of Dante, who makes me feel just as dirty. I sway my hips and wiggle my body in my best attempt to be seductive.

I guess that whatever I’ve been doing has been working. They seem to be buying that I’m actually a stripper. I lean forward and tease Dante with my breasts rubbing lightly over his face. He puts some bills in his mouth and leans forward to stuff them into my cleavage.

“You have the most perfect tits,” he tells me.

“Thank you.”

I blush, then remember I have a role to play. I rub my breasts up and down his chest and then I say, “You make my nipples hard.”

“I can see that,” he says. “Now let’s see something different. Turn around and show me everything.”

Here it is, I think. The evidence I’m going to need for the committee.

I turn around so that my ass is facing him. I bend over and let him get a really good look. I bet he might get up here on stage and try to have sex with me.

But he doesn’t. He stays seated. And I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed.

“I can see your pussy dripping wet for me,” he tells me. “Those little panties you’re wearing are barely covering it.”

I take that as a hint, and I slide my panties over to the side.

I look back, and can almost see him salivating. I know he wants me so bad.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he says.

I remember their instructions to do something fantastic to impress them. So I slide one of my fingers inside me. My plan is to take it out and offer it to Dante to lick the juices off of, since he’d correctly noted how dripping wet I am.

I can’t believe my own brazenness, but I’m really into this undercover role. And I’m really into these two brothers.

Sure, it’s just a fantasy— it’s not like I can actually have sex with them. Him. I definitely can’t have sex with both of them. I’m just teasing Dante. Letting out the dirty, naughty part of me that I usually have to keep hidden.

But just as I’m about to take my finger back out, Dante stands up brashly— not in the excited way that Marino had been standing up behind me just a few minutes ago— and says, “Woah, woah, woah.”

Meanwhile Marino is saying, “What the fuck?” and some of the dancers are snickering while others as gasping.

The customers around the stage are hooting and hollering, saying, “Let her go, guys. Come on. Don’t ruin our fun.”

Oh shit.

I freeze, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

I’ve obviously made some sort of faux paus. I’m going to be found out for the fraud that I am.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Marino asks.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I thought…”

I’d started to say “I thought you wanted me to do this.”

But I realize that might give me away— if I’m not already given away.

So I just say “…that I’d really go all out, since this is a private party and all.”

“You can’t do that here,” Dante says. “I don’t know what kind of place you came from, but this isn’t that kind of place. We don’t do that kind of thing here.”

“I’m… sorry,” I say. “Back at my old club…”

“Come to the VIP lounge,” Marino says, standing up decisively.

So that’s where they do this kind of thing, I think. Ding ding ding. I’m learning so much already. I already have this undercover investigation in the bag.

“Marino…” Dante says, glaring at him.

Marino shrugs.

“We have to finish this audition one way or another,” he says. “And it’s obvious she wants to show off her private dance skills.”

Dante sighs, looking at his chair and then back to Marino, as if saying, “Well if you’re going, I’m going.”

“Follow me, Desire. Nadia, you’re up next,” he says. “Do your thing while we do ours.”

Yes, we're going to do our thing and I can't wait. I'm going to gather evidence on these guys that will bring them down. And I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy every moment of whatever it takes to gather that evidence.