"And now for the Pussy Kat Klub's highlight attraction ... Laura Lusty!" a voice boomed over the thumping music, causing the crowd of men to clap and cheer.
Laura just stood there with wide, shocked eyes. She couldn't believe that she had been put into this situation. What if her fellow church friends found out that she was not only in a seedy sinful strip club, but that she was also up on stage?
"Dance!" a man yelled from the floor.
"Yeah, bitch! Start shaking that ass!" another yelled.
Laura had never felt more embarrassed than she did at that moment. More than anything, she wanted out of there ... now.
She turned away from the audience and headed to her right, making her way off the stage and towards the exit, stumbling on her high heels a couple of times. On her way there, though, she was stopped by Larry Vaughn, the owner of the club.
"And where the fuck do you think you're going?" Larry asked angrily. "You get back up on that stage right now, bitch, or I'll fire your ass. Let's see how long you last out on the street after that, with your drug habit and all. I bet you couldn't sell your ass for half of what I pay you. Now get back up on that fucking stage."
Laura was stunned. She didn't have a drug habit. Or did she? It was strange, but she had this vague notion that she did. That she shot up every day ... but ... no! This couldn't be happening. She was a pure woman, a high-standing member of the local Baptist church. She wasn't a stripper or a drug-user, or ... or ...
"Now, bitch," Larry said, pointing towards the stage. "Your audience is waiting."
