Mia Watson The Logic Of A Stripper 02

Mia's stripping debut had been absolutely stellar. She understood that she'd been hired, but she slowly took a mental panorama shot of the club. She was intoxicated by the moment and she loved the reaction of Jan, and other staff that had filed in quietly as she had performed. Right now, the practicalities of being hired paled into insignificance compared to the the fact that everyone had witnessed her moment.

Walking off stage towards the changing area, she had to double back to collect the latex bikini on the floor. Mia felt she was walking on air. Her head was buzzing and she barely heard the positive comments and whistles. It felt like she was drunk.

Sitting on the bench in the changing area, she found a note left by Jan. The note just had Jan's mobile number on it and it informed her that she would start next Friday evening. Mia's pulse quickened at the thought of the possibility of performing in a really packed club.

Mia's mind didn't even begin to slow down until she reached the train station. She had opted to take the train over the bus to return home. She figured correctly, that the carriages would be almost empty at that hour. The wait for the next train and the relatively empty carriage gave her time to regain her composure. Once installed in her seat, she immediately began thinking how she might tell her parents that she had found a job. Mia knew that she had to normalise and calm down, or her perceptive mother would become suspicious and that, right now, she couldn't handle an interrogation.

Subterfuge And Manipulation.

Mia had used the cover story of visiting her friend Susan, who lived in the same town as the strip club, saying that they would meet up and go to the cinema. The two had been good mates for years, and, unknown to their respective parents often supplied reciprocal cover stories.

Walking from her home train station, to her parents' house, Mia munched some strong mints. She knew her mum would notice the smell and would attribute her being late to having a few alcoholic drinks with Susan. Her mum noticed Mia was a bit over exuberant and didn't challenge her escape to bed.

There was post placed at the breakfast table for Mia. Serendipitously, Mia's chosen university had written to her, post interview. The faculty of Computer Science & Mathematics wrote to confirm an offer to take a place on a Computer Science degree that October.

However, the tutor that had interviewed her, noted that Mia had a particular interest in Software Engineering and Artificial Intelligence. The tutor enquired if Mia would like a place on a new degree that was heavily focused on these areas. It was felt this would be an excellent match for her analytical skills shown at interview. The tutor pointed out that if she accepted the latter offer, the start date would be deferred until the following October. Apparently, the new degree syllabus had not yet been accredited by the British Computer Society. This accreditation added cache and gravitas in the world of computing.

Mia saw an opportunity. She presented the case to her parents that deferring for a year would allow her to start a degree that more closely matched her interests and analytical skills. Mia chuckled to her self that her analytical skills aka "deviousness" was being recognised. Then came the masterstroke; Mia told her parents that the extra year could be an opportunity for her to earn some cash, lifting some of the financial burden from her parents. Her dad was all ears. Her mum, well she was looking for flaws in Mia's pitch.

Mia told her parents that Susan had found a nice student job and that she could get Mia in with that company too. The employer was a company, called Standard Measure, and operated a specialised service to bars, clubs and hoteliers. It basically offered fast stock checking of alcohol to these business to avoid fraud and protect profit margins. Due to the nature of the work, the audit teams had to work at night when these establishments were closed to be able to offer the service efficiently. Team members would meet at the company's collection point and would be then driven to various establishments by minibus.

Susan had started work for this company and liked that it was in her home town. Mia saw a perfect cover for her strip club work, because the strip club was located in the town where Susan lived.

Mia had no intention of working for Standard Measure. It was a perfect cover for her club based activities and she knew what the company paid Susan, so she could declare that to her parents. The pay was considerably less than was on offer at the club and Mia already planned to put the residue in an ISA; a savings account that the UK government did not tax, and where she could salt away upto £12000per year.

Mia said the job would begin on Friday, thinking of Jan's note, and waited for the seeds that she had planted in her parents' minds, to germinate. She had said it would be a way of trying out the job risk free. She knew she was going to report that she loved it - it was her passport to her new world of erotic entertainment.

Much to Mia's surprise, her father agreed to her her deferral and said that he approved of her mature approach to finance. There was one fly in the ointment as far as he could see. He did not want her hanging around at bus and train stations and, much to her surprise, mentioned about getting her an economic car. Mia had passed her driving test at 17, the earliest that you can hold a driving licence in the UK and had been on her father's insurance policy. She could not believe her ears when he suggested buying her grandad's old 2002 Skoda Octavia estate diesel, to keep her safe.

That old Skoda was prounced "bomb proof" by her dad. It had the PD 1.9 diesel engine that received much acclaim for its reliability. He should know because he serviced it for his father. It returned around 55 miles per gallon and was cheap to insure. It wasn't Mia's kind of car, but she knew it brought respectability to the plot. Mia's dad went on about the virtues of that particular car, but Mia wasn't listening. She was thanking her lucky stars that between Susan's cover story - yes, the one flaw in this plan was her best friend, Susan had to be taken into confidence - and the keys to the Skoda had given her the opportunity to spread her wings and start what she determined would be a massively kinky adventure. Mia marvelled at her good luck.

There would just be time for Mia to collect some new string bikinis and some toys to use on stage. She had the forethought to have these delivered to Susan's house to avoid her own mother's questions.

Fast forward to Friday evening. Mia loaded her sports bag and some drinking water into the Octavia with her Dad's wishes of "good luck with the new job" ringing in her ears. She was excited, but for an entirely different reason.

Mia reached the motorway, opened the sun roof and relaxed. No radio playing, just her and her thoughts. In her mind, she remapped the stage lay out and sought to move about on it. She didn't want to be glued to the spot on stage. She resolved to own the damn thing and mesmerise the audience. Mia would stick to the formula of the audition, in that she would concentrate not on the tease of stripping out of a set costume - she intended to start in a tiny bikini and end up naked - but in her moves. She resolved to be more daring and involve the audience in her arousal and exhibitionist moves. She would not run off stage as soon as she was naked, no she wanted to entertain and provoke a reaction. She chuckled as she remembered playing the Top Trump card game as a child. Now she would play Top Slut.

The journey had terminated in a nearby secure car park. Mia's mind was still absorbed in the plan. Then she saw a line of people waiting to file in the club and could hear music playing. She walked towards the staff entrance and her mind cleared. This was the culmination of desire, plotting, immense pleasure and now the reality of her plan.

Mia strode confidently into the changing area and took a seat on the bench. She was early for her first slot and took out the bikinis she had with her. They were all micro string bikinis but sadly not made of latex - her preference. She had neon orange, white, red and black. She liked the colours, they would really pop against her smooth coffee skin. But it was the feel of the electric blue latex micro that she had worn for the audition made her grin; and, bingo, she had made her choice for her first pro exotic dance. Before putting it on, she drizzled a very light coating of baby oil on her naked body, recalling how her skin had shimmered under the spot light. Mia still had the room and started doing some stretches as a warm up. Mia heard her introduction over the PA system. She pinched her nipple and clit piercings and made sure that they were visible through the blue latex film and walked barefoot in the direction of the stage. The PA guys had cued up her signature theme song, "Crazy" by Gnarls Berkley. That made her smile. Radiantly. Mia was about to walk out onto stage in front of a full house. This was her moment.