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Yerneley is a Zeta Reticulan, however, there are many races that look similar to his. Yerneley was eighteen, but his home planet had just established a new government that is preventing his parents to pay for his next semester since it is off planet. Yerneley had talked to his parents and agreed to apply nearby to a sort of luxury apartment building on the planet he was on since on the planet he was on and he only had to apply to live there and not pay and then get a job to help them pay for the semester. Yerneley knew and told his parents of a place he could earn money, but not what place, however he had to take some time off of school. Yerneley was going to work at the strip club as something other than a bartender, because he was not of age, he just didn't know what, since the interviewer said he'd determine that over the holophone. The interviewer looked very much like a human, though he was a shapeshifter. On the holophone he was dressed in a purple suit and hat and looked well groomed. Yerneley walked into the neon lit interior of the strip club and saw another busty Reticulan female bartending and after observing a bit, noticed she was the only one around, "Hi, I'm here for the interview."

The bartender stopped what she was doing and said, "Down that hall, last door on the left, Mr. Parker is waiting."

Yerneley walked down the hall and knocked on the door and heard a response of "come in," as he opened the door to a blue carpeted office with a dark oak desk in the center with Mr. Parker behind it as well as a shaded but open window with a bookshelves on the left and right side behind him. In front of the desk facing it were two leather chairs. "Come and sit, Yerneley, " Mr. Parker said. Yerneley followed and sat in the chair on the right. "So, here's the gist, Yerneley, I don't like the idea of interviews, don't like doing or getting interviewed myself, but I have to for bartending and the like, but you're not of age, no?"

"No."

"It's kind of interesting that we take all the ideas from other planets, just like a primitive planet like Earth, wouldn't you agree?"

Yerneley shrugged, "I guess that's how you learn more about them."

Mr. Parker nodded and then sighed, "Well, I only called because I like to meet applicants in person, but I am a bearer of some bad news, if you want to view it this way. The deal is, we are only opening for bartenders at the moment. I apologize for being so vague."

Yerneley was torn, "Are you sure there isn't any other opportunities? You're the only place I can find out here that's looking for people."

"Times are tough, but if you did look properly you'll know we're also open for dancers, but over the holophone it didn't seem the type you were looking for. But it does pay better."

"It does?" Mr. Parker nodded, "Well is there any qualifications that's withholding me?"

Mr. Parker was stunned, "Oh, uh, no. I'm sorry, I'm just not considering you as the type for this. But to answer your question, you just got to know how to move your body." Yerneley nodded, "Well, we had one guy dancer before, but I guess this place might bank on change...alright." Mr. Parker got up from his desk, closed the shades and turned the light on. "All right, get up and strip down to your undies or whatever you have under." He watched as Yerneley got up, the Reticulan looking a little shaken, "Don't worry, I ain't going to anything freaky, just inspecting. My hands or anything else will not be touching you." He watched as Yerneley stepped back and took off his shirt and then jeans, "All right, Yerneley turn around," Yerneley followed and turned around, "Ah nice." Mr. Parker clapped once, "Turn back to me," and Yerneley turned back to him. "All right, Yerneley, how long does that scar go down on your back?"

"My butt cheek, is it a problem?"

"No, it's unique, kind of like a trademark. Okay, with you what stands out with you is your shape, that scar, and that ass. I shall name you Scarred Pear. That's your stage name."

Yerneley nodded, "O-okay"

"Can you move that ass, make it clap, and so on."

Yerneley turned back around, took a few deep breaths and began to try to move his ass but he heard laughs from behind him and stopped, "It isn't good is it?"

Mr. Parker took a while to compose himself but then said, "Get dressed, bud. I know it's cold in here and then sit down." Yerneley did so, still shaken by the feeling that he might be turned down, but then sat down in the chair. Mr. Parker watched him still chuckling a bit, "Okay, breathe okay? Just breathe, alright? Breathe deeply...alright, good now. You do seem shaken, but I'm still going to tell you that you have little technique, but it's something we can fix, all right, if you are still up to this. I know someone who could help," Yerneley nodded for him to go on, "her name's Beatrice, she will teach you. A few rules to know about the floor, unless are customers are here for something else, do not accept touching. Also, since you seem intuitive, feel the room. If you see a customer eyeing you by or off the stage, make your way to them and make them feel special with a dance or lap dance. Just again, remind them, no touching. I'll allow only you to do this since I think we have a good amount od dancers on the stage, and you certainly take up space, no offense. Does that make sense?" Yerneley nodded. "All right, if you are still serious about this, I will expect you to start training on Earth time Monday."

"I'll be there, Mr. Parker. But can I ask a question."

"Yes?"

"Can I wear a mask of some sort?"

"Oh, you're into BDSM?"

Yerneley shook his head, "No, I just don't anyone to see my face."

"Okay, you can do that. And also pick up a dark grey thong that's your size, I think it'll go with you."

Yerneley nodded, "I'll be here Monday."

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Monday came and Yerneley had a dark grey thong on under his undies which basically was a joke since his ass swallowed the thong in the back. He walked up to the same busty Reticulan at the bar because it looked like the strip bar was empty.

"Hey, you the new dancer?"

"Yes."

"Beatrice is waiting for you in the room up those stairs," the bartender gestured to some stairs in the far back wall that led up to the room. Yerneley followed her directions and walked up the stairs and knocked on the closed door.

"We're almost done, just wait."

Yerneley did and a slim man exited the room and past Yerneley down the stairs. The door fully extended to reveal Beatrice, "Hey, who are you?"

"Yern, I mean, Scarred Pear."

"Ah, sorry, I was just a little busy, if you know what I mean. Did Mr. Parker tell you what this room is for?"

Yerneley looked past her into the room with a bed with leopard sheets and furry floors, "No."

"Well, when a customer takes a special interest in a dancer, they get it busy in here. That's how you get extra money on top of the dancing.

Yerneley was stunned, "I don't think I'll be interested in that."

"Pfft, well suit yourself, it does get you the extra dough. And it's all safe here, condoms in the drawer..."

"No thanks."

"All right, well Mr. Parker isn't here at the moment, and usually the start of weekdays are slow, so not so much of a crowd. From what I'm told from him, you need to learn how to move that bod of yours, especially your ass. Now, I'll be taking care of you today. I'll lead you backstage to your room and the place where you sign in and out everyday and begin teaching you some moves, ok?" Yerneley nodded and she walked down the stairs and he followed beside her, "You gotta learn how to work that bod."

"I don't usually like to draw attention to myself, but from what I'm told, that's what I have to do."

"Don't be too hard on yourself, it might be fun."

And for the next few hours Beatrice taught Yerneley how to start to move his body. It was slow as first and slowly was how Yerneley was trying to get the handle of it with some music to accompany it. Yerneley had his first break in which he dressed, signed out and had an hour for lunch in which Beatrice and three other models stayed since they had their break an hour later. Mr. Parker had returned from he was doing early seeing a not so active place and approached Beatrice at the stage, "So did my Scarred Pear come in today?"

"Yes."

"You taught him some?"

"Yeah, I think he's getting the hang of it."

"How's the audience, if there was any with him?"

"A lot of quizzical looks, but I saw some getting a rise from him, if you know what I-"

"I do, but what else?"

"As soon as he gets the hang of it, he needs to feel the room, he seems too focused on getting it right."

"Well, he's the new guy."

Beatrice nodded, "Well, he's got a lot to work with, good for him. You didn't tell him about the room upstairs, did you?"

"No, I didn't figure him for the type. I figured him for the type as get some money and go, no questions asked."

"Why do you think?"

"Should it matter?"

"I think so."

Mr. Parker glared, "Don't get too attached to him. You remember the last time you got to attached to the last male dancer?"

"Don't remind me. Pear and I are strictly professional: student to teacher."

Mr. Parker sighed, "I am not going to even bother, it's your issue."

"It'll be fine."

Yerneley soon returned from his break and was signing back in before going in his room to strip down to his thong but Beatrice was coming by, "Hey, Pear, I know times are tough and I don't mean to be personal but why did you come here for some money?"

Yerneley sighed as he signed in, "Well, I go to school here and my parents pay for school when they are on Reticuli and now the new government comes up and well they can't pay..."

"So you just agreed to make some yourself."

"Yes."

"Well, sorry. But good for you being independent," Yerneley nodded, "Well, Pear, me the rest of the dancers are going off for our break, you fine holding the stage?"

He shrugged, "I'll try."

The rest of the days past and slowly but surely Yerneley got the hang of working his body to where some bills were even stuck in between his fat ass cheeks until Friday, the weekend, the busiest day of the week. Yerneley came as usual and signed in as usual and stripped down and joined the rest of the dancers on stage. After Monday, Yerneley now had the same breaks as the other dancers so he didn't have the huge responsibility of working the entire floor. However at around five in the afternoon earth time, a group of similarly dressed people came in and of course Yerneley suspected something was up with them. Mr. Parker was by the bartender and asked her to turn down the music in which the dial was behind the bar as he walked up and gestured his dancers to him, "You're all doing phenomenal up here, but I am only saying this for Pear. Those nicely dressed men over there usually stay there for the night talking about their 'business'. The one with the 'stache is Mr. Tino. These guys - don't look at them funny, suspiciously, or anything else."

"They're crime bosses, aren't they?" Yerneley asked.

"Hush, Pear. You don't know them like I do."

"Well, one of them is a Navills, they are known for a bad reputation."

Mr. Parker glared at Yerneley, "I stand by what I said earlier, no funny business from any of you." He released his dancers and they returned to their work on the stage as he gestured the bartender for the music to go back on. It wasn't long till Mr. Tino whistled loudly and signaled Mr. Parker over in which he did, "Come on friends, move on and let Mr. Parker sit down," he watched him sit down, "So, Mr. Parker, you are just going to leave me hanging on to who the new guy is?"

"Oh, that's Scarred Pear over there."

"He's got some moves."

"He does."

Mr. Tino nodded slightly, "Mmm, you know what I remember about this club, Mr. Parker?"

"No, Mr. Tino..."

"I remember when there was someone new to your whores of dancers that you'd introduce them to the entire club."

"Well, Mr. Tino, time's have changed."

"Well, I am the times that haven't changed. And get me a private dance with him behind those curtains."

The Navill beside Mr. Tino said, "Can I have a private dance with him too sir?"

Mr. Tino sighed, reached into his coat, pulled out his hand gun and pressed it against the Navill's shoulder, "Now Gerald, what did we say about that listening problem of yours? I said me and me only, kapeesh?" He then turned and pointed the gun at Mr. Parker, "And you can get to that introduction, will you?" Mr. Parker got up, signaled the bartender to turn down the music and then hand him a microphone. He then approached the stage and signaled his dancers to stop. He looked around the rest of the semi full club. "Good evening everyone, I hope you all are having a nice night. Now, if you have all noticed we have a new dancer on stage." He walked over to Yerneley, "This is Scarred Pear, he just started this week, so be extra nice." There was applause as Mr. Parker gestured his new dancer off stage to Mr. Tino, "Pear, this guest wants a private dance behind those curtains." Yerneley went to the curtains as Mr. Tino followed him and laid a hard spank on his ass.

"No touching please."

"I do what I fucking want in this town." Yerneley closed the curtains as Mr. Tino brandished his gun, "I have the piece to prove that I can do what I want."

Yerneley kept his cool, "I can see that."

Mr. Tino put his gun back in his coat, "I don't want to get too ahead of myself, but please skooch back and give me a lap dance.

Yerneley nodded as he backed up, sat down a bit and clapped his ass above Mr. Tino's crouch for a few minutes. "Very nice, Scarred Pear, now grind against me. You will be doing the touching, not me." Yerneley moved down and began to grind his butt against Mr. Tino's crouch, "Oh, Scarred Pear, you're making me rise so fast. Now, let's move on to that room."

Yerneley got up and turned to him, "I'm sorry I don't do that sort of thing. If you like I can bring Beatrice over to help finish you off."

Mr. Tino got out his gun and pointed it at him, "I want you, you fatfuck."

"Go ahead, pull it. Have the entire club hear you and see what you did."

"You realize I can just order my goons to massacre everyone in here since they are all carrying." There was a pause, "Yeah, that's what I thought," there was a click heard behind him and Mr. Parker was standing behind Mr. Tino with his own gun pointed at the crime bosses Mr. Tino's head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tino, but if you mess with my dancers, you mess with me."

Mr. Tino grinned and put his gun away, "Wow, Mr. Parker, that's brave, but stupid," he went to the curtains and turned, "Mark my words, this is the last time this goddamned clubs and it's fucking whores say no to me!" He stormed out of the club and signaled his goons.

"You okay, Pear?"

"Yeah, I just don't have a good feeling about this."

"He just has a hot temper at times."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Yerneley cooled himself down as the club was emptying now and his long shift was ending, so he went to his room and dressed and took off his mask and was about to leave past the bar and its tender.

"Scarred Pear?" it was the bartender.

Yerneley turned, "Yes?"

"I'm Ashley, I'm working undercover here to take down Mr. Tino here. I suspect from watching you that you knew something was up with him and his goons?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good, it seems you have intuition, we could use you in the force."

"Um, thanks."

"Okay I am going to tell you something because I am afraid something is about to go down but I just don't know what, just suspecting something."

"I am too, just don't know either."

"I do have a panic button under this table, but-"

Yerneley listened on to the rest of what Ashley told her and then replied, "I haven't really considered applying to the force."

"I'll put a good word in, Pear, it certainly pays much better than what you are doing."

He nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow." The weekend was very busy for the club, with Yerneley getting even getting eight more requests for a private dance in which he delivered all of them. The weekend passed and it was Monday again and Yerneley, Ashley, Beatrice and the rest of dancers came in for the morning for a very sparse crowd. But once the lunch break came the dancers descended from the stage and went backstage to dress themselves and go for their lunch break with Yerneley taking off his ski mask and dressing up. Yerneley was usually last out of the club at the break and Beatrice was coming back in a rush. "Pear, wait hun. I forgot a bunch of things from my dressing room. I think I have left my bag upstairs in the sex room, mind grabbing it for me?" he shook his head, "Thanks hun," she went backstage as Yerneley went up to the sex room.

By the bar, Ashley was cleaning glasses as Mr. Tino came in a long coat with a half dozen of his goons behind him, "I'm here for a dance."

"Sorry, it's their lunch break."

There was a tense silence, "Wait, I know who you are...something...something Ashley," Ashley had put her glasses down and was moving her hand down under the bar, "Don't even think of pushing that button, Miss Ashley. I know your ways, and I only know because I have someone on the inside. Funny, how corrupt your force can be that I know someone on the inside," Ashley placed both of her hands on the bar, "Now, Miss Ashley, now you let me squeeze a load into that bust of yours or you get me a dance?"

"All right, I think there are a still a few here, though they are looking around for a few things. Want a drink?"

"No."

"Fine suit yourself, I'll fix myself a drink," she was bending down over but then Mr. Tino was watching her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing myself a drink."

"Drinks are behind you."

Beatrice was coming out of backstage and spotted Mr. Tino, "Mr. Tino, you're early."

Yerneley had found the bag and had opened the door and saw Beatrice on stage when he heard a faint shot fire out and a red dot explode in blood on her head as she fell back.

Ashley saw the chance as Mr. Tino turned his head to shoot Beatrice, so she bent down under the bar as sound of wood splintering and exploding and shotgun shells pierced Mr. Tino's crouch and that area exploded in blood. Mr. Tino wailed in pain, "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Kill that f-fucking bitch behind the bar before she tries some more crazy shit!" One of the goons quickly got up and over the bar and shot Ashley in the back of the head. He then bent over to inspect under the bar, "Looks like she got a shotgun under the bar."

"I fucking know that, you dumbfuck, now go search the rest of the club for anyone else," the goon got up and went down the hall in front of him.

"But sir, shouldn't we all go?" another goon behind him asked.

Mr. Tino spat out spit and said, "Besides this bitch and the owner, the rest of those whores are defenseless, so why risk?" The goon had returned from the hall and shook his head and made his way backstage, "And besides, the owner ain't here, the more time this goon takes, we can just all turn around and shoot him."

Yerneley had heard all this and once Beatrice had fell he had gone forward and slowly closed the door and then had gone under the bed to grab something.

The goon returned, "No one back stage sir, are we waiting for the owner?"

"No, you have one more room, dumbass," he pointed up to the sex room and the goon was near the stairs up to it. Yerneley was going to be prepared and quick about it since he had turned off the lights in room as well. He was in ready stance by the door as the goon opened the door but just slowly leaned in and forward. The Reticulan only slightly let the goon turn to his room and he pulled his own trigger as shotgun shells went into the goon's head and exploded in blood and brains onto the wood open door behind him.

Mr. Tino was enraged, "What the fuck is going on here?!! You five, get the fuck up there and finish these shotgunning whores!"

Yerneley had picked up the dead goon's more ranged pistol and picked it up and heard the rest of the goons running to the stairs. He heard them all come up the stairs, looked out the doorway seeing them all filing in a line up the stairs and aimed for the head of the first one and fired but this one bullet took out all five of them and they stumbled and collapsed down the stairs.

Mr. Tino was tending to his bleeding crotch too much to take out his own gun. Yerneley was alert but still shaken by this, the upper half his body covered in blood. But he still descended down the stairs around the bodies to Mr, Tino. Mr. Tino groaned in pain as Yerneley approached him, "Fuck you, fatfuck. You're going to shoot me down mercilessly now?"

"Just like you did to Beatrice?"

"I had my reason, this club fucked me over."

"I have mine too, to protect myself and this planet."

"Oh, so you're the hero now, are you?" he reached into his pocket.

"Don't even think about it."

"I am taking it out and tossing it to the left," and he did so, "Do it anyway, or the other mobs will."

"Don't guilt me into it."

"I'm telling you it's a big competition, we're going to knock each other out very soon. Trust me."

"I don't." There was a knock at the door "This is the police, whoever is in there, open the door."

"You should answer that, fatfuck," Yerneley circled around Mr. Tino to the door with the gun still pointed at him, and then dropped the grasp he had on and let it hang in his left hand and opened up to a man in uniform, "There is a gun in my left hand."

The officer looked fiercely into him. "Let us open the door, step back, drop the weapon and hands on your head. Yerneley let them and dropped his weapon as that officer and three more stepped into the club, "Search the Reticulan," an officer turned Yerneley around and patted him down. "Can you recall what happened sir?"

"Well, I was helping Beatrice here find something upstairs in that room when I heard Mr. Tino having a conversation with the bartender. I then found Beatrice's bag was and was about to go down there when I saw her being shot in the head from up there in the room. Now Ashley, the tender over behind the bar said she was undercover and was aiming to take Mr. Tino and I believe she did with the shotgun under the bar. On Friday, she told me of a panic button under the bar and a shotgun under the bed in that room, so I got it because I feared for myself and then I saw one of the goons out of the crack in the door going around with a pistol. When I overheard him telling him to come here, I feared the worst. Once he peeked his head in the room, I shot him in the head. I heard Mr. Tino order the rest of his men up here, so I grabbed the dead goon's pistol and took the rest of them out. I was making my way to Mr. Tino over here when I heard you knock and let you in." The police were canvassing the place behind and around Yerneley while he was telling his account and the one who was asked him of his account gestured his head back to one of the officers back there, "Is it really Ash back there?"

"No doubt."

"You must understand I was only doing it for my own self defense, officer."

"Yes, but why did Ashley talk to you, the dancer?

"How did you know-"

"You don't look of age to be bartending and you associated yourself with Beatrice."

"Oh, she thought she'd reckon me to the force because she thinks I have intuition."

"And why do you think that is?"

"Well, I guessed that there was something criminal about Mr. Tino, even not knowing him."

"Well, sir, if it makes you feel any better, these goons knock each other off quickly anyway."

"Told ya," Mr. Tino said, just recently having been handcuffed and now taken away.

"But you did seem honest sir, and if we can match evidence with your story, you will be free to go. You do also seem a little shaken up at the moment, so we'll be making sure you get help along with recovering from Mr. Tino's actions. And if your story passes, I think I'll put you as an informant first because it is better money than this. We just need your prints on the car to the station."

"They are already on file."

"Should I notify any family to tell them you're okay?"

"No, I don't want them to know I worked here."

Mr. Parker came through the door, a police officer who was around Yerneley and the questioning officer having briefed him on what happened. The questioning officer left them to canvass the scene, "Oh, Pear, I am so sorry."

Yerneley shrugged, "At least you weren't here."

"But Tino's gone away," the Reticulan nodded, "Well, this stinks. I suppose this is your and my last day."

"Mine probably, yours maybe."

"I don't know at the moment. You signed out?" Yerneley nodded, "You did well. Don't lose those moves, will you?"

"I won't," he went past Mr. Parker and he let him give his Reticulan ass a smack.

Yerneley's account of the events at the bar passed and for the rest of the semester away he was accepted as a recommendation as he worked as an informant for the police force but unfortunately not up to officer or any higher rank. But the force agreed to wait for him until he finished school so he can have an alternate opportunity part time while he had time away from his lifetime work of abducting humans in which he eventually took up the alternative opportunity as well.