Mother Doesn't Know

I responded to an ad titled, "Dancer with Sunshine Out the Ass". I can dance! I can .. spread sunshine.. It said $120 plus tips for 1 hour. I recieved a text almost immediately after sending my request. A guy we'll call "Perry" asked if I had any dancing experience. "Well, I'm a nude model, I'm good with people, and I go out dancing on weekends." I respond. "YOU'RE HIRED! Are you free tonight?" I was surprised and I needed money quick, so I went for it. So began my stripping career. I drove over an hour to the meetup spot where I was to meet with the bouncer and the other more experienced Dancer who was going to train me. I pulled up to the address given. It was a huge neighborhood of 90s suburbs. I pull up in the driveway and as Im about to text my contact that I've arrived, a man runs out from behind the house silently but vehemently motioning for me to back out. I start backing up and he keeps motioning me to back out. I pull over to the sidewalk and he runs over, reaches in my car and switches off my headlights. He's a short round man in his forties, wearing a headband bluetooth headset and a fanny pack with phone holster. "Sorry, my mom's still up, I don't need her asking questions". He rolls his eyes. "I'm Perry, I'm your bouncer. Lula will be here soon, she's still on a "date" with her sugar daddy. They're having some problems.." He breathes a dramatic sigh and looks around and his eyes land on my scantilly clad body. I drove here in lingerie and a sheer lace robe. "If she wakes up and finds you.. it's going to be hard to explain. Do you something to cover up?" Uhhh.. I step out and put on my trench coat. Im a good deal taller than him in my 5 inch heels begging that im already 5'8" barefoot. "No shoes inside, too noisy". He points to my feet and I kick them off and add them into my high school roller back pack that is now my rolling lingerie tote. He points me inside like hes directing an airplane. In the living room an elderly woman is sitting up in a chair, head back and eyes closed. Perfectly still.. We tiptoe past her and just as I'm getting by, I catch her TV tray with my roller pack and it tips, in slow motion, and regretfully.. I don't reach out and it clambers to the floor loudly. She jolts awake and yells out, "Perry! Que Paso!?" I'm perfectly still and he runs to her talking back in Spanish, and motions me to keep moving forward. He picks up her glasses from the floor, and helps her up to her room while I hide in a hallway, unsure of what's going on and how I ended up sneaking around in lingerie with a man in his unapproving mother's house. A couple minutes later he comes back down and asks me to follow him to see his collection. "Of what?" I ask. "Come on", he gestures me up the stairs and into .. his room? Im partially surprised to see that it's covered in star wars posters and 80s centerfolds. Every surface is covered in star wars figurines. "Sit!" He exclaims smiling. The room is so small that his queen bed is the only furniture in it, so I sit on the bed. He picks a careful selection of figurines and sits beside me. He's dressed in all black, with tight army like cargo pants, fingerless gloves and a digital wrist watch. "I painted these myself, I'm a collector obviously. Do you have a boyfriend?" Yes, I lie without skipping a beat. He considers my answer and looks down at his tiny storm trooper. "That's too bad, I'm recently single. My girlfriend looked a lot like you, it's kind of crazy... Do you like foot rubs?" I love footrubs, and I don't realize that what he meant was, "Can I rub your feet?", and he in one swift motion had pumped lotion into his hands, grabbed one of my feet and started massaging it. "Your feet look just like hers.. Perfect." He raises my foot to his face and looks closely at it. Im just curious about his mental state, and I don't feel threatened. He puts my foot ever closer to his face.. "Do you mind if I.. kiss your toe?" I'm not into that but I don't tell him and he just starts peck kissing my toes. Then he puts his open mouth over my toes and I pull my foot back in surprise, "no thank you! Im ticklish!" I yelp. "Oh, well that's good, you can name a lot of money. So you don't mind if I call some foot fetish friends down to the bar you'll be stripping at? They would love a little tootsie play, and they pay well for it! I'd get a cut of course..  or we could work something out..."
   You guys I'll finish this story tomorrow, it's bed time.