Quicinera Stripper?

Just then his.. pager... beeps. This is like 2014 and his pager beeps. "She's here!" He hops up like hes into parkour and does a series of light footed leaps using the railing for balance as he bounds down the stairs, then he turns around, points at me and points back to his room. I go back and wait on his bed. I start thinking about how weird this all is and that im about to go be a stripper with chipped red nail polish. Finally, the door opens, and butt first, a girl drags in a large duffle bag. She sits on ther floor immediately and pulls out a bag of Jack on the box. "Wan't a taco?" She asks sweetly. "Oh thanks, I'm ok." She's not what I imagined a stripper to look like. She looks like a nice mom with a slight limp in her gait. She's tired, and as Perry runs back in the room and leaps onto his bed, she takes a big bite before saying between chews, "he tried to not pay me. I think he's tapped out, just bought his wife new tits." She rolls her eyes. "I need a new guy, my kids want to go to dinner expensive summer camp." Perry looks over at me, "Suzette, this is Lana. Lana, Suzette will be shadowing you tonight". She looks up at me, tilts her head and says, "Would you like some help with your makeup honey?". I thought I did a really good job, but I said,  "Sure", not knowing what might be missing. She uses hot pink lipstick on my cheeks and rubs it in until they look like they've been slapped. She puts black eyeshadow from my lids to brow and just a strip of white glitter under my eyebrow. She spies my chipped nail polish and grimaces. "Busy girl, huh?". 

  We pile into Perry's car and drive to our location. We pull into a strip mall with a chinese restaurant, laundromat, cigarettes & liquor store, and a couple other dismal looking shops. We pull behind them down an alley that opens up to a large parking lot and a speakeasy looking building. There are no windows and the door is blocked by a large man sitting on a stool. We walk up together and enter this strange building to find a tequila bar with a few pool tables and.. a mariachi band! Then I notice the Feliz Cumpleanos banners and balloons. Why do they all say Quincinera..? What is this? "Is this a kids birthday party?" I ask Perry. He points to a guy with a Corona of indiscernible age. His gave looks.. verrry young.. His body, not so much. He's a giant in every way. The girl sitting on his lap also looks oddly young. "She hired you, his girlfriend." I'm so confused, but whatever, so long as I get paid. Lana takes off her coat and everyone suddenly notices us. So I do the same and I'm in my black lace robe over cherry and gingham print bra, panties, matching garter and white fishnet thigh highs with cherry red high heels. My hair in curled pig tails. Lana is in a silver tube dress with her black bra straps peeking out, and matching silver platform stripper boots. She grabs a chair and starts doing tricks! She can flip all around this little bar chair and she's doing it to a live Mariachi Band. She looks back at me like, "what are you waiting for, an invitation?" So I awkwardly start trying to sexy dance to Mariachi. As im navigating that, all the people in the bar pull chairs from anywhere they can and make a circle around us. The men start throwing dollars and cheering. The women have babies on their laps and children of all ages are running around.. and im totally sober so it's still very weird. Then Perry walks out with a microphone and puts a second chair out in front of me. He speaks very quickly in Spanish like a radio announcer. Im assuming he's laying down the rules. Then a few men line up all holding $20 bills. The first two men step forward grinning and they both walk to the chair in front of me. One pushes the other and everyone laughs as he quickly sits and smiles up at me. The other shrugs and sits in Lana's chair. The music starts up again and she starts caressing the man in her chair and im peeping over must copying what she does. Then she swings one leg around his neck, holds onto the air and lands sitting on his lap, facing him with her legs around his neck. I don't even try, I just walk around this guy and sit in his lap and rub my bra on his face. He has a huge boner.. this is so weird. I've never given a lap dance and my idea is to sort of ride his lap like I would a bucking horse. Everyone loves it, especially him, and he's staying to make some serious faces.. and Perry yells out, "Next!" And taps me on the shoulder. The man looks irritated, and then pulls out another $20. I do another Mariachi dance.. and another for somebody else, and then the birthday boy gets in the chair and we're both supposed to dance on him together. The girlfriend is laughing hysterically..? Everyone starts singing Feliz Cumpleanos and we start to dance. She grabs my butt and pulls me against her and starts kissing me. Everyone cheers! He grabs us both by our bus and pulls us on top of him. The girlfriend jumps up, totally drunk and says, "put your tires in his face, he loves titties! Take your bras off!" And we do, and Lana slaps him in the face with her fake boobs. And I try to do the same.. he grabs mine with his mouth and sucks! Im shocked, I'm thinking of how don't strip clubs have a "no touching" rule? But we keep going and the band is playing something else. It's all ridiculous, and it only gets worse. We dance around the pool tables and men are giving us cash to spank and grind and it's honestly all pretty dirty and the men are getting really pushy and aggressive. Eventually the bouncer comes over and pulls one very aggressive humpy guy off me. He says, "So I called this guy over who's going to give you $150 for fifteen minutes foot play." Okay.. here? "Yeah, he'll be here in a few minutes. Why don't you take a break". I hadn't stopped dancing since we got here. At some point the mariachi band had left and a DJ was playing racy Spanish songs that were riling everyone up. The foot man arrives. He's an older heavy man with thick glasses in a business suit. He takes off his jacket to reveal lots of sweat drenching his button up blue shirt. I sit on the pool table and he kneels down and starts kissing my feet, still in my dirty, dirty, dirty high heels. Here even kisses those.. he sticks on the high heel, and I cringe inside, smile adorably outside. No one is even watching, like this is just a normal thing happening on the pool table. He unbuckled my shoes and sucked on my feet over my stockings. Weird. Just very weird. He gets sweatier.. He rubs his face against my feet like a cat, and closes his eyes in delight. He continues for ther full fifteen minutes, then stands up, hands me $150 and we all leave. I still don't understand if that giant boy was really 15, and I never will. I thought this was a strange first day as a stripper, but it got so so much weirder as I started working for every motorcycle gang and secret mens societies of the bay area. I think in all, I made like $450 that night. Including driving time, it was like 5 hours. Nice. I had another gig tomorrow night he said. Great first day, you'll be a star.