Chapter 77: Drunken Dancer

Cassie arrived at the Slippery Pole at five sharp. Prepared for her shift in her sexy black honeypot dress and a comfortable pair of gold flats, she sashayed into the club. The bruise on her thigh didn't need to be covered with makeup, because the dress was just long enough.

As she sat counting her float, Jenna approached. "We need to talk."

"Sure," Cassie said. "What's up?"

"You took off before I could tell you about Monday nights."

"And?" A sinking feeling in her stomach told her that she didn't want to know about Monday nights.

Jenna pursed her lips together, trying not to laugh. "Well, Mondays are special. The regular dancers have Sunday and Monday off. Anyway, to make up for the lack of dancers, Sundays became amateur night, and we started something awesome called Manic Mondays. All waitressing staff take a turn at the pole."

Cassie's jaw dropped. "Oh, hell no! I am not flailing my ass around that pole like some floozy."