Zuri went through the motions the next day, having sloped back to her allocated dorm. The daughter of a king didn't share with a roommate, but did stay in the dorms in accordance with her desire to be semi-normal, so she went about her day, met a few of her floormates, all the while internally very excited for her big debut. It excited her more than the couple of other activities she'd idly signed up to try out, more than the class schedule she'd printed out for next week.
So when she'd arrived at The Mammary Maison that evening, she'd been a little taken aback. Lots of pale girls with big tits gyrated on stage, men hollering and hooting, throwing money at them; the crowd of mixed age, some clearly old perverts, some senior students looking for a good time. Paulie appeared, sweeping her to the changing room, chattering away a mile a minute. He was clearly harried. "So we'll get you some more outfits, but we'll get you in that fur print again," somehow she found herself changing in front of him, but he was so used to it, he barely even glanced at her exposed tits, "You're gonna go out and dance, then we'll probably have you serve drinks for a whi- Hey, Nadia, a second!" he hared off after some other stripper.
As she stuffed her breasts into the tiny cups, the girl at the neighbouring dresser exhaled cigarette smoke at Zuri. "Hey, new meat. First night?"
"Yes, Paulie thinks it will be fun for me to show my body for men," Zuri said naively, as the woman snorted.
"God, you're gonna get eaten alive..." Paulie reappeared, ushering Zuri up to her feet and towards the stage. Why was everyone in such a hurry?
"OK so you'll need a stage name, we never discussed it, do you have one in mind?" Zuri shook her head. "OK, Ebony it is." He went to a microphone, before shoving her up onto the platform. The light dazzled Zuri's eyes as she walked down the stage to hoots and hollers from men she could barely see, as Paulie announced, the music blaring, "OK, go easy on her, it's her first night, give a big cheer for Ebony!" As she gripped the pole, a cheer went up and she smiled. The reception only got better as she launched into her basic routine, shimmying around the pole, dropping low to shake her ass out. She let out a yelp as someone stuffed some bills into her thong already, before beaming. Wow! They did like her! Paulie was right!
The rest of her dance went amazingly, the crowd hooting and throwing cash which fell at her feet, one chubby grey-haired man copping a long feel of her chest as he stuffed $30 into her bra. "Thank you," she said sincerely, but a little jarringly sweet for the man, who gruffly pulled away. Finally the dance was over, and she wobbled back to the dressing room.
For a couple of minutes, she stood, a little overwhelmed. She'd enjoyed herself so much, but she thought the other girls in the Strip Club would be friendlier. At least the men had been nice. They busied themselves, another girl going out to dance, as Paulie finally came over to her dresser. "Ebony, you did amazing!" He'd already dropped her normal name. "Listen, I was just thinking...."