What was I going to do? Howie and I had just moved in together and he was still getting his band together. He promised that once they got their first record deal, things would be great. OK, that was 6 months ago and they still hadn't gotten anywhere. We both had everyday jobs, but it just wasn't enough. So I did what I had to do and one day while I was shopping, I ran into a friend of mine who was a dancer, at a local club. As we talked, I was impressed with what she was saying. I could do what she did, listen to the music, dance a little, and get money. All I had to do was audition. I called Howie and told him that I had to work late and that I would be home as soon as I could. I met my friend, Becky, who was engaged to Howie's friend Nick, and she introduced me to Stan Rogers, the owner of the "Oasis Club", where she worked. My audtion was scary, but I must have done OK because he gave me the job. Now all I had to do was tell Howie.

That night Howie came home and surprised me w/ a single red rose. He said that he and the guys had finally gotten a paying job. They were going to be the house band, at a local club called "The Roxbury". This was perfect, Howie worked the same nights I did and I could keep my secret. Things were going great for us. We had managed to save enough money and actually get ahead. Howie asked what I was doing w/ my free time, since he worked at night. I said that I was working extra hours, at my job, since I got a promotion. Anyway, Howie and the band had been getting great reviews and now the offers were coming in from all over. I knew that I could quit my job, so I decided that this Saturday would be my last night. Tuesday night we went out to dinner with the guys and their girlfriends. It was a real special occassion, Brian was announcing his engagement. Before we left, I told Howie that I would be stopping the over-time hours, since the new account was up and running. He was pleased, since he didn't like my working in that part of town, late at night.

Saturday night came and I had already told Becky and Stan that it was my last night. I put on my outfit and prepared for my last show. My costume was that of Shirley Temple and I did my dance to "Lick It Up" by KISS. Right before I went on, I was told that there was a very special group of guys, in the audience. Stan said that they had heard about my show and that one of the guys was getting married and they were celebrating his last night of "freedom". I agreed to be extra nice to their table and motioned for Harvey to start my music. Something said that this wasn't going to be an ordinary night, but I didn't mind, it was my last night. As I made my way out onto the stage, I acted as if it was a regular night and that the "special table" was just a group of guys, who had a lot of money to spend on their friend. As the song played on, I danced and removed my clothing, getting closer to the guys. As I made my way over to the tabl;e, I met the cutest set of brown eyes, I had ever seen. The kighting wasn't that great on the floor, but something about the group made me stop. Just then a hand grabbed me and as I turned to face the person, there he was...HOWIE! He had this look on his face and as he released me, I ran off, crying. I ran towards the dressing room and then I heard a knock on the door. It was Becky, asking if she could come in. I opened the door and saw Howie standing there. He thanked Becky and walked into the room. I was in for it now.

He stood there, quiet, and then spoke the only question I heard, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AND WHY?" As I stood there, still wearing my skirt and bra, having not completely finished the show, I had to think of what to say. "I'm doing this because we needed the extra money. You said that the ban was going great and that once you got established we would be on easy street, but when it didn't happen, I had to do something. Since you guys had that big paying gig, I was able to dance and help get us ahead. I was going to quit tonight, I swear I was". As I stood there, I tried to read Howie's expressions, but it was useless. Finally Howie approached me and pulled me to him. We kissed passionately. I could feel him getting excited. As we realesed lips, I heard him say that the only man who was going to see me like this was him. I thanked him for being so understanding and the he relased me and said that I wasn't getting off that easy. He said that he had paid for a show and he wanted his show. He flipped the switch and the musak system was playing "Cherry Pie" by Warrent. I proceeded to finish my dance and even enlisted the help of Howie, in removing my bra. As the music continued, I moved into a lap dance and then I lost it and undid Howie's jeans and released his hardened member. I continued to play with it and slid myself onto it. As we moved in time to the music, I could feel both of us getting ready to climax. It was great and once it was over I promised Howie that I would never do this job again. He said that I had to do it one my time. As I sat there and asked why, he said that I had to bring my outfit home and clean it for the wedding night. That's right, Howie said that if I was willing to sacrifice my time for hime, then he could sacrifice his free time for me.

Today, I still dance, but only at Howie's concerts w/ the Backstreet Boys and at night, in our room!