After a full day of training and prepping, Steve had been given a two-hour dinner break that was now drawing to a close. He arrived back at the club for the half hour, as he had been instructed and went back to see Maria. She checked to make sure she'd gotten all the hair off of Steve that needed removing and then showed him to the dressing room.
"The boys will give you a rundown of the rules one last time, then it's off to work." She smiled and left him standing at the door. Steve took a deep breath, preparing himself for the probable nudity, and then stepped inside the room.
"Steve!" Clint clapped him on the shoulder, "just in time for the pre-show wank."
"The what now?" Steve's eyes widened
"I'm just messing with you. Your table is there," he waved at the only station not covered in deodorants, colognes, hair products, lotions, and various personal items. "You get changed and I'll give you the run down." The tall man nodded and started to change into a small pair of shiny blue shorts.
"So you'll be working the floor tonight and for about the next week and a half or so, so the regulars get to know who you are. Then Coulson will have you spend more one on one time with Tony, have him build you a few stage routines. But worry about that later. For now, basic rules of play. They aren't supposed to touch, but they will, if they get way to handsy, back out of it nicely. If you cant back out nice, try and back out quite, but call over Nat, she is head of security. You've probably seen her, small little red-headed lady."
"Her?"
"I know she doesn't look that strong, but she can beat the shit out of anybody. She was a world-class martial artist, till she had to leave Russia. And about Russia, don't ask." Steve gave a thumbs up to show he understood as he started unpacking his own hair products, lotions and so forth. "Rule two, no kissing the customers it's a health department violation. They will try and talk you into it, but no matter how hat they are, don't let them. It's a big no no. three, they want the dance to last more than one song, they pay for more than one song, and if they want a dance in one of the booths, its $10 extra."
"Where do I put the money once they've paid?"
"Each of us has two boxes on the wall by the stage, got your name on 'em. The fee for the dance goes in the green one, tips in purple. You get to keep everything in the purple box, plus 50% of whatever is in the green at the end of the night. Last rule, no and I mean no taking them up on offers for private shows that aren't in the club, people book that through the big guy, and no taking money for sex, just don't sleep with them really. I mean once you leave for the night you can do whatever you want, but if Coulson finds out you're sleeping around for money or that you are doing private shows that aren't booked through him, you're out of a job. It's a safety thing."
"I get that. And I wouldn't do either of those things anyways, the whole idea of sleeping with people for money gives me the heeby geebies."
Clint laughed, "I understand that. Oh one last thing, last Friday of every moth is super hero Friday. It sounds cheesy but it sells. Maria will give you a name and a costume, and then we all have special routines, you'll be up on the stage by then too."
"What sort of super heroes?"
"Well, I'm Hawkeye. The master assassin with a bow and arrow. Stark is Iron man. He's got these light up chest and hand pieces, and a robot-ish suit its hard to explain. And Bruce, who I don't think you've met yet, is the incredible hulk, lots of green body paint. You haven't met Pete or wade yet either, but they work together mostly they do spider man and dead pool. I don't know… it sells."
"Right then. Well thanks for the heads up." Steve checked the clock on the wall; it was five minutes till the doors opened. "I have to go talk to Coulson, I'll see you out there."
"See ya." With that Steve left the dressing room. Coulson had said he just wanted to show Steve around the front of house, an act that was greatly appreciated, getting turned around would have been more than a little embarrassing.