Could.... get my makeup done here?" I asked bashfully. "Absolutely! Letme set you up over here". I followed her. My heart was pounding out ofmy ch...st. She took me over to the great gorgeous mirror and I sat down.I can't believe this is really happening!!!!! AHHHH!!! I asked for anatural face but a bold lip color. She started with a little contouringto highlight my fem features. I could see the other girls looking at meall interested like in the mirror. The MUA was very professional. I tried to push on his chest, but he soon leaned in, whispering in my ear. "You're soaking wet, fucking slut. I knew you were a little whore from the moment you walked in here, teasing all the men with your exposed tits and cunt”. I gasped again and tried to say anything, but he whispered again in my ear:Stand up, bitch, bend over the bar". He ordered me.Releasing his hold on my hip, he used his two fingers in my cunt to pressure me to stand, using me like a puppet. His breath brushed against. For one brief moment in my life, I felt like the biggest stud in the room. There was no way I was leaving now. Randy and I moved to a table closer to the stage and settled in for the rest of the show. If she wasn't uncomfortable with me being there, then I was OK with it too.Their individual acts were a little raunchier. Becky slowly made her way around the stage, and crouched down to flash a little open pussy at some of the guys who thrust big bills at her. The coolness that she had shown. Good thing the manager or owner never came by at that time or I’d have been in deep shit!I also met an older man whose name I believe was Tim, in his early 60’s. He was short and was bald on the top of his head. He wore t-shirts, jeans and cowboy boots and had a goatee. He looked very hot and he had been parked outside the muffin shop smoking a cigarette after I had closed one night. So, I flirted as I cleaned up and he finally saw me and flirted back. I ended up inviting him in, but he.