her, depending upon how things go here.”
He nodded and shut the door.
“So, Sam, are you interested?”
“I might be,” I said, surprising myself. “What will my shift be?”
“Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday from 6:00 p.m. until 10:30 p.m. That’s considered our second shift. We stagger the dancers, so you’ll dance about once every half hour. You’re expected to socialize with the customers, up to a limit.”
“What’s the limit?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be the first to know if any customers go beyond it. We have plenty of bouncers and servers that keep their eye out for any funny stuff. They report any behavioral issues directly to me or the assistant manager, Lenny. One of us is always here.”
She pulled several forms out of her desk drawer and handed them to me.
“Here’s a listing of proper attire and where to purchase it. You’re required to have at least four different ensembles to wear and rotate them. The next sheet is our code of conduct which is strictly enforced. The third one is to be filled out and returned for setting you up on payroll. I’ll need photo identification to copy for your personnel file.”
This was all going so fast. I was in a fog, only half-hearing what Janine was saying. My God! What was Jack going to say when I told him?
Maybe I wouldn’t tell him. Maybe this was something that would just be mine and no one else’s.
“Now,” Janine said, “you’ll need to be fitted for a dancer’s wig. Trust me, those suckers don’t fall off…even when you’re twirling upside down. You’ll need to get here an hour before your first shift on your first day so that Margo can show you how you need to be made up. After that, you’re responsible for doing your own make-up, unless you arrange in advance for Margo to do it. Don’t forget, she works on total commission from the dancers. The club will provide you with your wig and make-up case. You’re responsible for buying your own ensembles, per the listing I gave you. Make sure you get some coordinating palm gloves to go with your outfits or you’ll have horrible blisters.”
I continued to nod, as Janine continued to give me instructions.
“Lastly,” she said, “you need to either get some tanning sessions or schedule a body spray tan session about once a week. Tanned bodies are sexier bodies. If you have an aversion to using a tanning bed, there are plenty of salons that do the spray tan thing.”
I nodded again. That was going to be my choice. I’d never taken to using tanning beds.
“So, do you have any questions for me, Sam?”
“When do I start?”
chapter 6
I sat in front of the lighted mirror in the dancer’s dressing room right behind the stage. This was my third week working. It was a Friday, and the place had filled up fast. Margo came up behind me and twirled the chair around so that she could finish applying my false eyelashes. They had glitter in them.
After make-up, Margo would finish my hair. It was worth it to me to have her do this, and I’d been quick to line her up for my pre-shift appointments. She’d always done the former Diamond’s hair and make-up.
Jack had returned from his nearly two-week trip to Charlotte unexpectedly this morning. We had spoken several times on the phone during his trip. It was mostly him calling to remind me to take something to the cleaners, and then again to remind me to pick it up. He’d talked to Lindsey because he knew about her going skiing over the Thanksgiving holiday, which was quickly approaching.
I’d concocted a last minute excuse for leaving at 4:30 to head to the club. I hadn’t told Jack that I had a part-time job yet. I hadn’t told anyone.
Luckily, I’d taken all of my dancing ensembles, including my six pairs of new spiked heels and boots to the club. We all had lockers there. My make-up case was in the back of my Mercedes, along with my wig case. I’d washed and conditioned the long, light brunette wig that I wore as