Tender received a crash course on driving men wild. This was just like cramming for a test, she thought. She had knots in her stomach and was unsure that she could retain all of their advice. The information seemed to be coming at her a mile a minute. She had to pick and choose what she could take in as well as what she could only think about later. Goldie noticed that she was nervous and distracted. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“… Don’t worry, Tender,” Goldie reassured her, “one of us will always be by ya side. Holdin’ you down, jus’ in case …”

The butterflies flying in her stomach felt as if they were the size of bats. She worked to not let her feelings register in her facial expressions. Tonight was her coming-out party. And with a body like hers, she wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Tender was like a breath of fresh air to the club, a delicacy in the meat market—or meat grinder—that was the strip club circuit. This was a machine that was always looking for youth to feed on the next new pretty face. The rule in this game was that as soon as a stripper’s looks and body began to deteriorate, they were over. The machine chewed you up and spit you out. It was just a matter of time.

The women stepped out the dressing room and into the club. Though she wasn’t alone, Tender felt like all eyes were on her. She felt a few hands sneaking free touches. She stepped straight to her business though, boldly asking a patron, “What’s up, player? You tippin’ or what?”

“Yeah,” came the reply. He proceeded to feel all over her ass while he placed a dollar bill in the waistline of her hot pants.

“Wanna wall dance?” she inquired further.

He nodded his head.

This was her first customer. He handed over a twenty and backed up against the wall. Tender then turned around and pressed her ass up against his dick. She began throwing it on him, just as she did when she danced nasty at house parties. Like an octopus, he was all over her, his hands groping any part of her body that wasn’t pressed up against him. As she picked up the speed, the more aroused he became, and he began stuffing bills everywhere. He was trying to hold back but he couldn’t take it anymore; he let go of a nut. He felt like a sucker for coming in his pants but that’s how hot Tender was.

Tender could feel the wetness even through his jeans. She realized she had overdone it. She was only supposed to take him to the brink, not have him actually climax. Your job was to leave men hanging, begging for more. She had failed at that.