We begin with a sexy scene from 5 years ago... Pulsing trance music plays as my fit and perfect body writhes and dances in a simulated POV lapdance. You are up close and personal with me, as I strip out of a teeny, tiny shiny bikini. So buff, so lean, so tan, so fit! My body is damned near perfect. The song ends, and we meet again in present time. It's been 5 years and I have returned to the same strip club where you are to give me an audition. Things have changed a bit, but I believe stripping should be just like riding a bicycle and I'll be just as good in no time. In reality, it's quite obvious that I have put on some weight. Needing my old job back, I try to pose and suck my stomach in so that you won't notice. It gets so hard to breathe holding my gut in so long! Soon I'm about to burst and I can't hold it anymore. I hold my flabby, pale belly in my hands, "It's not that bad is it?" I have a seat to fill out some paperwork. Oh no, as I sit on the chair, the rolls on my belly become quite obvious. I attempt to suck-in and pose, working the angles so you can't see my fresh chubbiness. Eeek, it doesn't work! You saw my gut rolling over! My deep belly button! You casually mention that girls in the club have to weigh under 125 pounds. I try to conceal my doubts, "Um... ok. I surely haven't gained THAT much weight!" Still sucking in, and now wearing only a tiny thong, I take the long walk to the scale. "Oh boy!!!" I won't give away the surprise, but let's just say that at weigh-in I am a LOT heavier than 125. The jig is up and now I realize there is no way I am being hired. Might as well confess. It's true, I haven't been working out for years! And I've been eating everything I want! I list off all the delicious food I've enjoyed lately, then say goodbye, dejected and unemployed