Rossi left the room, and Judy staggered to her feet and put on her clothes. She realized with shock that she'd just cheated on the husband she loved – and that she wasn't sorry. Tony Rossi had given her the best fuck of her life. But where did she go from here?
If she went to work at the Flamingo, Rossi would surely want to take her to bed again. Yet she needed the job so desperately. Still undecided, Judy went off to try on her costume. Rossi might approach her again, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
CHAPTER TWO
Still dazed from her encounter with Tony Rossi, Judy went to the club's hostess and was given a costume. There was a small dressing room for the waitresses, and Judy went there to try on the outfit. She inspected herself in the full-length mirror.
"Oh, dear," Judy muttered to herself.
As Rossi had predicted, Judy looked great in the costume. The only problem was, there was hardly any costume. It looked like no more than a black bikini bathing suit with sequins. With it she had to wear black net stockings and black shoes with four-inch heels.
Again Judy was glad her husband couldn't see her. Joe would have had a fit if he'd seen her in that skimpy outrageous costume. Pink with embarrassment, Judy entered the main floor of the nightclub and went to work. The more experienced girls showed her what to do, and she caught on fast.
The work seemed fairly easy, and Judy got many admiring glances from the customers, but it bothered her to walk around in such a revealing costume.
Then, to make matters worse, Tony Rossi appeared and gave her a soulful look. Recalling their passionate encounter, just a few hours earlier, Judy blushed beet red.
Rossi walked over to her and said, "You're looking good, kid. You'll do just fine."
"Thank you, Mr. Rossi," Judy said timidly. "Now, there's just one other thing to this job that we didn't tell you about," Rossi said. "Sometimes I ask a girl to be extra nice to a special customer, you dig?"