Tamyra goes to audition as an exotic dancer as a way to increase the collateral she needs for a business loan to open her dream business -- a handmade crafts store...
Luckily, my audition had been scheduled when the club was closed, so Deion was my sole audience. I hung my clothes in a locker in the dressing room and massaged some Tite-Grip into my hands then entered the main room where he was sitting at one of the tables like a patron. While I explained my interest in working there, he examined me from head to toe.
“Have you ever danced before?”
I swallowed and tried hard to sound confident. “No, but I’ve been taking classes at Polelateaz and practicing on my own pole at home almost every day.”
“Do you have a music preference?” He moved to the sound system in the wall.
“Nothing too fast, okay?” I had practiced the routine probably fifty times and felt confident about my performance.
A couple of times during the song, Deion smiled and shouted words of encouragement over the music. I was certain I had the job until he hit the repeat on the stereo remote and said, “All right, Tamyra. Let me see your lap dance.”