Camille, on her way to the Meat Market, was thinking back on her acclimation classes and their revelations. First, she found out that she had a lot more control over her new color-changing skin pigmentation than she thought, actually ranging from "mood ring" emotion colors to some rough "blending into the environment" control.
The second thing she discovered, quite by accident, was her new tastes as a chameleon. Her eyes caught sight of the autumn crickets that usually appeared around this time. Her new eyes locked onto the cricket and before she knew what happened, her new tongue shot out, snared the cricket, and pulled it into her mouth. Much to her surprise, it tasted better than she expected, much like root beer-flavored taffy that was stiffer than normal due to being cold.
The third thing that she discovered during her acclimation classes was that her new feet were just as controllable/flexible as her hands. She immediately knew that this would open up new opportunities, both sexual and casual.
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Camille, still lost in thought, didn't notice that she had arrived in front of the Meat Market until there was a loud buzz in front of her, shocking her out of her thoughts.
"May I see your ID?" Asked the current bouncer, a male palomino horse.
"I'm here to apply for employment." Said Camille, pulling out her new ID card and handing it to the bouncer.
"Let me confirm this." Said the bouncer, sticking the card into the bouncer podium near the entrance, and using the touchscreen that was seemingly imbedded in the podium itself. After a while, the card popped back out and the bouncer handed it back to Camille. "You're clear. One of our recruiters will meet you inside."
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Once she stepped through the door, she immediately knew that this strip club was as far from the traditional "meat market" as was possible.
She had seen the very first commercial for the drink Orangina while participating in a show in France. While there were no humanoid plants, there were several features that were seemingly inspired by that commercial. It was similar to a forest glade, and a seemingly natural waterfall embedded in the back wall. The main stage had several poles, seemingly for group pole dancing performances, while the U-shaped bar seemingly was able to function as another stage by using extra reinforced plastic several inches above the bar proper so drinks would be handed to people seated at the bar without interrupting any performances. There were also several tables where a performance could be done away from others, while there were four or five "lover's nests" where private shows could be given without interruption, and seemingly made of woven branches.
While she was taking in all the sights of the Meat Market, Camille noticed, with her left eye, that a large, matronly, grey squirrel Animalian was coming over to her with a clipboard in one hand and an Amazon Kindle in the other. She then realized that this must be one of the "recruiters" mentioned by the bouncer. The fact that she had long, grey hair in a bun on her head meant that she was a converted Animalian, and by the size of her hourglass curves and muscle, that she was a double-doser as well.
"So you are Camille?" Asked the squirrel Animalian, shaking Camille's hand, "My name is Annabelle, and I'll be helping you settle in. Oh, and welcome aboard."
"Wait," said Camille, surprised, "Aren't you supposed to say that to me after the interview?"
"Don't worry," answered Annabelle, "Thunderhoof said he would vouch for you. First some quick questions for our records."
"Okay..." replied Camille, realizing that this was clearly different than a normal interview, but if Thunderhoof vouched for her, then it would be a lot easier than normal.
"First, are you available for Day Shift or Night Shift?" Began Annabelle, reading down the list she had in her clipboard.
"Day shift, probably." Answered Camille, wanting to sleep at night.
"Do you have any special requirements for your new species?" Continued Annabelle.
"I have a tendency to become sluggish in cold temperatures." Replied Camille, remembering her acclimation classes.
"Do you have any previous experience with performance art?" Read Annabelle.
"I have previous experience as a nude body paint model, but I was drugged by accident during the IAC fashion show." Answered Camille.
"And are you planning on having a cover occupation to otherwise sustain yourself financially?" Finished Annabelle.
"I'm planning to become an artist." Replied Camille with certainty?
"Good." Said Annabelle, handing the Kindle to Camille. "Here is what you need to know for performing at the Meat Market. There is Basic, Intermediate, and Advanced Pole Dancing, as well as how to use both your assets and species to maximum effect."
"How would you know about this?" Asked Camille, somewhat surprised.
"Whether you believe me or not," said Annabelle, mischievously, "I was one of the pioneers of modern pole dancing in Las Vegas. I helped entertain many of the workers who built Hoover Dam. Just remember to return the Kindle when you're done reading it. We only have so many Kindles available at one time.
Camille went home, mind buzzing that Annabelle was another of the "non-spring chickens", as Thunderhoof would say. But she was excited to learn about how to best display herself at her first performance.