"Plastic stripper" part 8

 ..."Nothing wrong with some liquid courage," Tiffany shrugged as she placed the empty glass down and then sped up her walking to catch up with Kitty. By now they were at the very back of the club. Kitty suddenly stopped and before Tiffany could react she bumped into Kitty's big ass. It was strangely firm and still cushiony.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry." Tiffany said. The drink she had must of been kicking in faster then she'd expected.

"Don't worry sweetie, that felt good." Kitty purred. She then stepped aside and Tiffany was able to notice that they were standing in front of a man. The man was sitting in a large booth and nursing a drink. He looked to be in his late thirties and he had an Italian look to him. His hair was dark and gelled back and his face was attractive and assertive. He was fairly muscular and wearing a tight fitting dark blue shirt and a golden chain.

"And who do we have here Kitty?" the man asked.

"This is... what's your name again Sweetie?"

"Tiffany."

"Right, this is like Tiffany. She's come here for an interview. *giggle*"

"Perfect! Have a seat then Tiffany and we can get started." Frank said as he flashed her a bright smile. Tiffany sat down in the booth across from him.

"So, what made you decide to look into working at Pink Diamonds?"

"Well, honestly I lost my job today. I have to find a new job soon or I'm screwed. I saw your add in the paper and thought I'd see what its like here." she'd decided to go for honest.

"Sounds legit, I like people who are legit. Is it everything you expected it to be?"

"Actually no. I'm still in shock. I've never seen girls that looked like this."

"We pride ourselves for the hottest girls around at Pink Diamonds. Tell me do you have any experience stripping or dancing?"

"No. I've only worked at Arbys so far."

"Okay, you wouldn't be the first. Now would you mind showing me what you've got?" he said as he arched a brow and pointed to a stripper pole that was stationed a few feet away from the table.