There were larger, flashier clubs in the city, but none had as good a reputation as The Corner Joint. Located in a popular bar, club and music district, The Corner Joint boasted great drinks, decent bar food and both female and male strippers of all types. Being LGBT friendly, they had a large number of young people visit, especially on Thirsty Thursday (with 20% off drinks), Friday and Saturday.<br/><br/>The inside of the bar was stylish and modern, with a back lit bar, in different colors every hour. It could seat twelve people. There was a lounge area, as well as high boy tables to stand and drink at. At either end were two large round tables for parties. In the middle of the table were poles for private dancers. In addition to those, there was one larger, longer stage that split the club in two and had space for two poles. Another smaller grab and go bar was located at the opposite side of the back lit bar. During Thursday, Friday, Saturday, there was always a line to get in and plenty of security. Although the place was a stripper club, the security and management did not tolerate any sort of harassment towards their workers.<br/><br/>For the earlier part of the evening, Amelie was working as a drink runner, flirting and welcoming guests, taking drink orders and making recommendations. It didn’t matter who the person was, male or female, good looking, average or needed work, she would flirt and was good at appearing honest about it. Amelie just loved attention, regardless of who it was from. The only attention she didn’t quite like was cat calling. Though at this club, she got used to it. She was dressed in a pair of jean shorts that certainly wouldn’t be appropriate in public, left unbuttoned in the front. Her black thong showed through. On top she only wore a tight crop top that had once been a band t-shirt of some kind. Her heels were tall and dangerous, giving her an additional three inches. Black wavy hair tumbled around her shoulders and bangs swept across her forehead. Amelie was a good mix of both sexy and cute. Her face was her cute point, with a small button nose, a sprinkling of light freckles that could barely be seen under her make up, soft black eye lashes and peach colored lips. Even with the heels, she only stood around five feet five inches.<br/><br/>Amelie touched up her outfit and make up in her back room, then went back out on the floor to great their scheduled bachelorette party. She was not their dancer today, that was Connor, but he was busy with another table at the moment. Besides, even with women who were straight, she was friendly enough to seat them. It was easy to spot them, as the bride was wearing a sash that said BRIDE and had a large button on her dress too. It seemed that they had pre-gamed too because the bride was not sober.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">“You must be Heather! Congratulations! Oh my, I’m jealous of the groom…”</span></b>Amelie said with a bright smile, making the bride Heather laugh.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">“We have a table just for you ladies.”</span></b>On the way, she grabbed the prepared tray full of champagne flutes and while the ladies sat, she set down the champagne. While they were all in one place, she wrapped drink bands around their wrists and gave them each a drink voucher which came with the bridal party package.<br/><br/>Connor came over shortly and was certainly a sight for sore eyes. In only fitted jeans and suspenders, the women could hardly take their eyes off his toned test. Amelie always laughed at how they ate him up, because she knew he was like her, a sucker for attention, but didn’t go for the opposite gender. He was tall too, with bright blue eyes, blond hair and that all American look. They were too focused on him to even see Amelie leave.<br/><br/>While Connor got to be eye candy for them, she would be eye candy for the rest, as her routine was on in a few minutes. Amelie was a natural, needing no time to prepare. She stepped on stage as if walking through her door home. The crowd whistled and some called her stage name of Emi. Amelie winked at a few and fell into her rhythm as the music started. The pulsing beat of the club, the dim lights, it was all intoxicating. Against the pole she swung her body, guiding the eyes of her spectators this way and that. The more money she saw at the edge of the stage, the quicker she would start taking things off. The first to come off was her crop top. For such a short girl, she had a sizable chest, but it wasn’t unnatural.<br/><br/>Next were the shorts, which she shimmied down to the beat of the music. Amelie was more dramatic as she swung her hips now. Her theme today was a simple black, no lace or frills, just black. She loved the eyes on her, wanting her to remove more, wanting to touch her. The feeling of total control. No one could touch her without her say so and the security here would make sure of that. Though, someone here would get lucky, because she was in the mood to be with someone. It had been a while since she indulged, as work and live were both busy. She touched the front clasp of her bra and eyed the crowd, waiting until more money was placed at the edge, then she unhooked it, leaving it covering her body for a few more tantalizing moments. As soon as she dropped it on the stage, the crowd whistled and cheered.<br/><br/>Slowly the music shifted and two other dancers came out, relieving Amelie of her routine. The security guards picked up the cash so no one would try to get greedy. Amelie freshened up in her room then it was back out on the floor to entertain guests and convince them to spend money on drinks or other dancers.