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She's been giving it a lot of thought the last couple of weeks and, what she's come up is - why the fuck not? She loves dancing, she doesn't mind being naked, her tits are definitely a ten. Fuck, even Howard thinks she's hot. Or he used to, at least. And, honestly, without everyone else, she's bored.

It'll be better than fucking cleaning, anyway.

"Hello?"

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"Uh, yeah." Vod rubs her hair through her short hair. "What do I actually need to do then?"

"Do you have a song in mind you'd like to audition to?" Saffron asked. "I've got four iPods so I can look to see if we have it. Otherwise you can look through them yourself to find something. Or I can pick one for you, if you'd prefer."

"I can pick something," says Vod, wandering over, giving Helen a wide, gap-toothed smile. "How naked do you get around here?"

"I strip to a g-string," Saffron replied as she took a seat directly in front of the stage, at a good spot to watch Vod's audition from. "You can do the same, or if you'd prefer to leave more on, that's fine too."

"G-string's fine," says Vod, who'd figured as much and dressed for the occasion. She pauses, toeing out of her boots and stepping up onto the stage barefoot. "You want me to start now?"

"Sure," Saffron said with a nod, settling in to watch. "Whenever you're ready."

She pauses for a moment to pick up the rhythm and then she starts to move, winding her hips and lifting her hands up over her head.

Saffron watches Vod dance, not intending to interrupt or offer any commentary until she's done. She likes the way Vod moves, and studies her technique and the lines of her body as she dances.

It's easy enough to find the rhythm of the music and keep hold of it. Vod moves with it, her hips, her shoulders. She winds her fingers in the hem of her t-shirt and starts to pull it up, discarding it, sliding her hands over the silky cups of her bra.

Bit weird. Best not to think about it too hard.

Vod wasn't really making use of the pole, which Saffron noticed, but she didn't mind that at all. The audition was going well so far, and Vod seemed to be well aware of how to use her body. Saffron was definitely glad for that.

On impulse, she decides to get rid of her pants, next. If she was doing this properly, she might have thought through what she was wearing on the bottom a little bit more but, as it is, she manages to get out of her jeans without falling on her face. Hopefully, she manages to make it look a tiny bit sexy at the same time.

She turns her back to Helen and spreads her legs, bending from the waist, straightening much slower.

Still pleased with what she was seeing, Saffron continued to watch, more and more certain as Vod progressed that she'd be an excellent addition to the club. She was fairly sick of being the only female dancer, but she wasn't desperate enough to hire just anyone willing to get up there, and Saffron was glad that didn't seem like it would be the case here.

Vod turns, still moving with the music, both hands coming up to tousle into her short hair.

"How naked do you need me to get, boss?" she asks, flashing the gap in her teeth when she grins.

"However naked you're planning to get when you perform," Saffron replied. "You can go as far as a g-string, but if you want to take off less than that, that's fine too."

Vod shrugs and wraps her fingers in the hem of her t-shirt, starting to tug it upwards, revealing a flat stomach that she's pretty fucking proud of, actually, even if she doesn't have to do much to maintain it. This bra makes her tits look awesome, too. After a moment, she slides her hands up over them, skimming her own curves.

Saffron continued to watch with a critical eye, planning to save any comments she had for after the audition. At this point, though, she didn't really have much in mind to say beyond offering Vod the job.

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