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She threw me a black garter with a small red rose.
    ‘Thanks.’ I slipped it over my boot and onto my thigh.
    ‘I’ll give you a tip,’ Anais said as she stuck on long false eyelashes. ‘At the start of the night put a couple of twenties of your own money in the garter so you don’t look desperate.’
    ‘And don’t forget to put rubber bands around the cash so it doesn’t slip out.’ Betty zipped herself into a leopard-skin skirt with black tassels on the hem.
    ‘Thanks.’
    ‘Would you like the grand tour?’ Aurora asked.
    ‘Sure.’ I quickly stuffed my things into the locker and pinned the key to the inside lining of my shorts. Aurora disappeared around the corner to the left and I trotted along behind her.
    ‘This is backstage,’ she said. ‘The stage and podiums are up those steps and this door leads to the private rooms. If you do a private you can wear a fantasy outfit.
    They’re in those boxes.’ She nodded to a shelf with boxes marked ‘schoolgirl’, ‘cheerleader’, ‘nurse’ and the like. She took me up the steps and we stood in the wings.
    The main stage had catwalks connecting to three of the podiums.
    ‘Podiums one, two and three,’ she pointed. ‘Four and five are over there. A roster in the girls’ room tells you which one you’re on. It’s twenty minutes every hour and a half.’ We walked the narrow catwalk to the middle podium. The first customer, a guy drinking alone, looked over. I tested the pole; it went all the way up to the ceiling and seemed sturdy.
    ‘So how does it work when you’re up here?’ I asked.
    ‘You haven’t done tabletop before?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘But you’ve stripped?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘I’ll give you a crash course,’ Aurora said. ‘You come out and start dancing. Guys’ll come and sit in the seats down there. Don’t take anything off until they tip you.
    Ten bucks for your top, twenty for the bottoms. And dance for the guy who tipped you. Everyone else will try to get a look, cheap bastards, so go up real close. Watch how the other girls do it.’
    I nodded and she continued, ‘You dance for the guy who tipped you for a couple of minutes, then you put your bikini back on, thank them and give them a bit of a kiss on the cheek. Of course if they keep tipping you stay there as long as the money comes in.’
    ‘What if two guys tip you at the same time?’
    ‘Go to one, then the other. Back and forth. It’s easier to do than explain. It’ll all come together when you’re up there, after a couple of drinks. Speaking of which, you want one?’
    ‘Sure.’
    Aurora sat down on the edge of the podium, then slid off to the floor. I followed suit and we headed for the bar.
    ‘First drink of the night’s free,’ she explained. ‘After that you have to pay.’ We both ordered champagne.
    ‘What’s the difference between a lap dance and a private dance?’ I asked.
    ‘A lap dance is twenty dollars and you take the guy to a couch and dance for two songs max. They have to sit on their hands. If they don’t one of the bouncers’ll come over and tell you off. You can get up real close, rub your boobs on their face, but you can’t actually sit on their laps. No crotch to crotch contact, even if you’re fully clothed.’
    ‘Sort of takes the lap out of lap dance, doesn’t it?’
    ‘You’re not wrong. They changed the laws in ninety-nine and ever since it’s been illegal to sit on someone’s lap for money. Now it’s prostitution.’
    ‘That’s like the peeps,’ I said. ‘You can get busted for hooking if a cop comes into the booth and sees you playing with yourself. How can that be prostitution if the customer isn’t even in the same room as you?’
    ‘It’s a fucking joke,’ said Aurora. ‘You want to see where we do the privates?’
    The private area consisted of six rooms, two rows of three facing each other with gauzy red curtains instead of doors. Each had a fake animal print rug, a couple of chairs, a side table for drinks