CHAPTER SIX
Melanie
Things have moved really fast. After the audition, I’d confronted Lauren.
“You said we were stripping, not doing porn!” I’d accused in the dressing room of the club, ignoring the dancers who brushed past us.
Lauren was nonchalant, applying make-up under the bright bulb of the vanity mirror.
“Oh stop,” she said breezily. “It was just an audition tape, no one’s going to see it except Ralph and the producers,” she said. “Plus I can tell Ralph really liked you,” she confided with a wink.
Oh really? And what gave it away? The huge jet of semen that’d erupted when he came? The disgusting moaning sounds he’d made all throughout my audition?
“No seriously Mel,” said Lauren, turning to face me. “Lots of girls audition at the Donkey Club because it’s a gateway to the NYC club scene. There are actually talent scouts and agents in the crowd here, you never know who you’re going to meet,” she said.
“Talent scouts? Agents?” I practically screamed. “Did you get a look at that crowd? Rednecks without a dollar to their name!” I shrieked.
“Shh,” hushed Lauren, looking around. “Careful what you say, some of those ‘so-called’ rednecks are regulars, don’t be a snob.”
That shut me up. I didn’t see myself as snooty, I was part of the ninety-nine percent, not the one percent, and that was why I was stripping. So I kept my trap shut, aware that the conversation had veered off course.
“Listen, am I going to be dancing tonight?” I demanded. Tuition was due next week, and maybe I could figure out some kind of payment program with the Trinity registrar. Seriously, anything would help.
“Nah, Ralph says that he needs to talk with the producers first,” said Lauren casually, putting on the final touches to her make-up. “But I’m sure you’ll hear back, and soon you’ll be up on that pole, shaking that moneymaker,” she grinned devilishly. “Plus, it’s time for me to get my own moneymaker going,” she said. “See you later, babe.”
And with that, Lauren pranced on stage, shimmying and jiggling like a real professional. Oh wait, I guess she is a professional. But she was damn good, swinging that long blonde hair, jiggling her boobies, and spreading her snatch for men to kiss and lick. Because the Donkey Club was a no-holds-barred type of place … guys got to touch, feel and smell, fingering girls here and there, pulling their dicks out as the girls circled around them. I thought I even saw a girl seat herself in a dude’s lap, throwing her head back as his cock wormed into her, but I couldn’t see very well and frankly, I was so delirious that my mind could have been playing tricks.
So I just observed that first night, my mouth hanging open at the utter debauchery of the Donkey Club. After we made it back to Virginia, my cell rang almost immediately.
“Melanie?” said a male voice. “This is Ralph, you auditioned for me today?” As if I could forget.
“The directors like you and want you to fly to LA for an in-person interview,” he said. “I booked you a ticket for tomorrow at 8 am, arriving in LA around noon. A car will meet you at the airport and take you straight to the set,” he said, before hanging up abruptly.
What the hell? Lauren hadn’t mentioned that there’d be another interview. Besides I had class tomorrow! But again … eyes on the prize. I needed money for school, and didn’t have any other options.