[Memorex75]

Sin City Zoo
Pt.8
And This is a Slow Night?

Audrey had agreed to meet Evelyn on their day off this Sunday because Evelyn wanted to buy a top at the outlet mall on the edge of town and depressed as Audrey was she wanted the company. I can’t believe I got into a fight with that bitch on my second day. Audrey thought. This was not a good impression to make at her new job. Audrey fallowed Evelyn around the stores talking but never trying anything on, until she was payed next week she was broke. Sitting at a Starbucks Audrey moped over her coffee. “Ok.” Evelyn said brushing the crumbs of her muffin away. “Ya better tell me what’s eatin you before I have ta take my bra off.” Flashing back on her first night Audrey had to grin. “It’s just about the fight last night.” “Oh my god, that’s what your worried about?” Evelyn exclaimed. “Ya do know your not in that much trouble right? Teresa’s had so many complaints against her she’ll be transferred fur sure this time. An besides Ted only said that ta you because he had to, he wouldn’t punish you right now if someone held a gun ta his head.” “What do you mean?” Audrey asked confused. “Audrey your premier night was beyond anythin we’ve had at The Zoo before.” “At the end of that night I overheard Ted on the phone ta cooperate, ya set some kind of record for most earnins in a single night between the high admission at the door and your lap dancin fur every man on the dang planet.” Audrey blushed and was speechless. A record? She thought dreamily. “Audrey.” Evelyn snapped. “Teresa’ll probably never be back an you made record settin numbers your first night, you’re a star.” “A star?” Audrey said to herself in quiet shock.

“Wait, you said Teresa got transferred? Where to?” Audrey asked as her brain started working again. “Well I don’t know if they did or didn’t but it’s a safe bet.” Evelyn answered. “Because of our contracts, Consumac can’t fire ya for the term ya signed fur. It can work against ya though, trouble makers like Teresa that can’t be fired get sent ta other projects the company owns. The least crappy is pubic exposure work. They have restaurants an bars where ‘costumes’ are used ta draw the crowd under the pretense it’s all a makeup job. There’s a bar in Chicago I heard about were all the girls are monkeys.” Evelyn said making a face. “Also there are jobs like playin mascots fur events like at amusement parks. If the girl refuses that the only other options are testin division or legal action.” “Testing division?” Audrey asked, the hair standing up on the back of her neck. “Yeah I hear it’s like the gap between animal testin an when somethin makes it ta the performers at a club.” Evelyn said. “Ya really don’t want that, I’ve only heard a one girl ever gettin sent there and I’ll tell you I’d defiantly take the monkey outfit before becomin a human guinea pig.” Audrey shivered at the thought of what the outcome of a failed test product would mean for the tester and realized her current situation could defiantly be worse.

“Tonight is always the slow night.” Evelyn explained as she began to jiggling and wobble more and more on there way out of Barbra’s office Monday night. “I have to go to the employees lounge for my fitting as soon as I change.” Audrey said. “Haha, don’t mind Jehan he’s yur classic french dressmaker.” Evelyn said as they headed into the change rooms. Audrey guessed that meant she was in no danger of being groped tonight, at least till she got back to work. “No sign of Teresa.” Audrey said looking around. Everyone in the change room looked a little more in a hurry, as if they were all on their best behaviors to avoid a similar fate. “Guess they did transfer her.” Evelyn said. Having finished her change Audrey told Evelyn she’d see her later and made her way to the employee’s lounge.

Jehan Balon Leveque was indeed the classic french dressmaker, more of a stereotype really. Dressed all in black he none the less screamed homosexual by both his posture and mannerisms. Audrey strained to understand his thick french accent but barely caught every other word. “Heallo, My nam is Jehan Leveque and your boss has commishoned me to make ze dress for you by Wednesday Yes.” “Hi, I’m Squirrely.” Audrey stuck to her stage name. “Ah, Yes ze squirrel I never tire of the chalangs of zes club’s costumes.” The little Frenchman said. “Will my dress really be ready by Wednesday?” Audrey asked it seemed a tall order for two days. “Ah yes, part of my studio’s responsibility iz to provide fast, quality work. Zat is why your bosses choose ze best.” He said proudly.

“Now cherie please remove ze robe and we will take your measurements.” Audrey removed her robe and stood in front of the large wall mirror in the near nude state that her fur provided. Audrey’s assumption about not being groped was way off as Jehan stepped up behind her and with all the passion of inspecting a piece of furniture wrapped his measuring tape around her chest and exclaimed. “Ah, they have gone larger yet again.” And proceeded to run his hands and measuring tape along her body. Had Audrey not been sure he was gay she’d have protested as Jehan, without even asking, stepped around her and wrapped his measuring tape directly under her breasts, his hands pressing up into them as he got a more accurate size around her waist. “Ze gown will be tailored to fit you exactly cherie. You will hav to dress before you take ze costume pill yes.” He said holding the tape to her ass with one hand as he grabbed the other side with his free hand and scribbled down numbers on a small pad against her hip. God he’s all over me. Audrey thought there’s no way he’s straight, is he? “Um Jehan?” She asked as he was knelling directly in front of her taking the size of her hips. “Yes Cherie?” He asked not looking up from his work. “Um, kinda uncomfortable position.” She said trying her best to point out where he was knelling without saying anything about it. “Uncomfortable?” He said confused looking up. Audrey waved a hand around her naked hip and Jehan looked straight forward finally understanding. “Oh, mon cherie.” He said laughing. “Not to worry. If you like though my assistant Marco is straight, he is out in the hall.” “No thank you.” Audrey said. She was sure she was blushing under her fur but she stood very still and allowed him to finish her very personal fitting.
After being released from the little Frenchman and his measuring tape Audrey returned to her normally uncomfortable job. As the night wore on Audrey took her turn up on stage to do her bit pole dancing. She was instructed not to do any climbing, that was for special shows and although the ceiling beckoned Audrey did her best to entertain the sparse crowd on her feet. Returning back to the floor she caught a quick word with Evelyn. “Oh my god, that guy was weird.” Audrey exclaimed. “A little touchy feely the French are hun?” Evelyn said grinning. “I was waiting for some big smile to spread over his face and him to say something, but it’s like I wasn’t even there.” “Well he is gay.” Evelyn offered. “I got the suspicion he does it on purpose, some kinda french humor.” “Uhg.” Audrey shuddered as she went back to good old honest lap dancing.

“I saw your bit on stage, you’re a good dancer on the ground too.” Audrey smiled, the nerdy Dr. Marty Schiffman from her first night came over to her, Audrey got the feeling it was an inept complement rather than a come on line. “Hi Dr. Schiffman.” She said greeting him. “Please call me Marty.” He said. “I was wondering if you’d like to talk a while? It’s pretty slow hun?” Audrey would have welcomed the chance to talk again anyway but now she wouldn’t have to charge him for it. Some ice breaker. She thought. “So how did a nice university kid like you move on to design all this?” Audrey asked teasing as she posed herself. “Well it wasn’t all fur and boobs at first, um Squirrely.” He said awkwardly. “It’s Audrey actually.” She offered, why am I telling him my real name? She wondered, he was kinda cute though, get rid of those glasses, maybe some nicer clothes.... “In university I came up with the basic formula for what we now use in your costumes. It didn’t take long for the talent scouts to pick me up after that.” He said, Audrey could tell he very seldom must have to interview his test subjects by how awkward he was and then she became painfully aware she was topless except for her fur, classy. Audrey had a bad habit of acting on impulse, and blurting when she was nervous and now she fished through her brain for what to say next. Dancing, I remember, I’m a dancer. She thought dumbly. “Hey how about a dance.” She asked, to her horror pore Marty stupidly shook his head in agreement. Why am I taking him for a lap dance if I’m into him? She thought as she led him through the club. It was like her brain had turned off and the stripper took over.

Audrey began her dance wiggling into Marty’s lap and to her relief she could tell he was straight from the stiffening down below, but for some reason this looked like the last place on earth Marty wanted to be. “So un, I heard you studied dance?” Marty asked uncomfortably. “Yeah I always loved to dance and when I was out of work, well I ended up here.” “I can defiantly understand that feeling, my student loans where a killer.” Marty said. As Audrey moved to his knee he tensed up and Audrey couldn’t take the uncomfortable non-silence anymore. “I’m sorry, your not having a good time are you?” She asked. “No, no actually it’s just I kinda had this whole plan and, well we ended up here. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have thought it considering we’re like co-workers and you are working right now.” He said. “What is it Marty?” Audrey asked. “Well I was kinda hoping to ask if you’d like to get dinner some time on your day off but obviously that’s really inappropriate and stupid under the circumstances.” Audrey realized her crotch was still on his knee. God I really fucked up. She thought horrified. He’s into me to and I climbed on top of him naked. “Oh Marty, I’m so sorry, I.... Oh god you must think I’m some kind of whore.” She finally rose off his knee. “Oh no.” Marty said desperately. “It was a big mistake, ten years in a lab doesn’t teach very good people skills.” “Well I would really like that.” Audrey said slowly. “To get dinner I mean.” “Oh that’s great, un what day are you off?” He asked. “Tomorrow actually.” Audrey replied. “How about I meet you at Cesar’s and we’ll go for dinner around eight?” He said, Audrey agreed. Audrey helped Marty up and couldn’t help but feel like a total ass, miss big time stripper stumbling through a pickup like a high school kid. “Your not going to mind there not being the fur and tail?” She joked, she tried to fix this with another cheep joke? Audrey wanted to crawl under a rock. “Well actually the animal thing was never my idea, it doesn’t really do anything for me.” Marty admitted. He even wants me, not Squirrely. Audrey thought disgusted with herself. To unwittingly add the topper to her humiliation Marty payed his tab for the dance right there and even tipped the server girl before going. God I need a drink, where’s Evelyn. Audrey thought.