Rocko walked over, and handed her a drink.

"Glad you could make it. I like the outfit." Sue glanced down at the black minidress she was wearing, with a push-up bra that made her  already bountiful cleavage really pop. She had also put on makeup and wore heels in preparation for the audition.

Rocko nodded toward the drink. "Lots of girls are nervous during the audition, so feel free to have a shot of tequila."

"Now, before you begin, let me tell you about how it works here. I get half your tips each night. Do not, I repeat not, try to hide any tips from me. You do, and I'll know. And you will regret it. Capiche?"

Sue nodded.

"I expect you to work four nights a week. In general, you can expect to make about $1000 on a Friday or Saturday, $700 on a Sunday, and about $400 other nights. I decide what nights you work each week. I am reasonable, so if you have to pick up your kid some evening and can't do some evening, just let me know."

"I don't have a kid," Sue said.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Whatever, you get the point. Just get to work on time and not drunk. Only drink alcohol from here, as most of our alcohol is watered-down enough you won't get sick while dancing."

"If you are good and one of my favorites, you can made about $3K a week. Once I get my cut, that's about $75K a year. Some of my girls make $100K. Compare that to waitressing." Rocko smiled at the end of his speech, which Sue could tell he had delivered many times before.

"Okay, so you know what I can do for you. Now let's see what you can do for me. This here is Rocko 2." With that he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. 

"As you can see, it is soft and flaccid. That is a problem for you. You will have one song to make Rocko 2 as hard as a diamond. You cannot touch him. You do that, you in. If you make him semi-hard, you will give him a lap dance for one song. If you make him hard in that, you are hired. If you fail, sorry. Better luck next time."

Sue gulped and realized she was now nervous not just to strip, but about actually getting this job. Rocko was weird and rather creepy, talking about his penis as though it was another person. But he had seemed by and large professional (for a strip club owner, at least), and the money was so much more than she was making now. She really wanted to get it.

Sue downed the tequila and then walked toward the strip club. She nodded she was ready, and a Motley Crue song blared from the speakers.

For the first time since her divorce from Reed, she was glad she had trained as a superhero. Her training made her flexible and let her do moves on the pole that normal women wouldn't dare to even imagine.

Further, she tried to maintain eye contact with Rocko the whole time, even as she stripped naked. She had thought about stopping in her bra and panties, but she could see Rocko 2 wasn't fully hard yet, so she knew she had to go all the way.

After she slid around the pole and finished by doing a full split just as the song ended.

Rocko clapped once and said "Congratulations, ..."