The Hoofers - Jennifer At The Bright Light: The Hoofers, #1

By Bridy McAvoy

The Bright Light is not a nice club for the strippers who work there.
This is where Jennifer and her team of Undercover Federal Agents come in.
The Hoofers nickname was unavoidable, and given the nature of the work, they really had no choice but to live down to it.
Now it was time for the management of The Bright Light to feel the wrath of Jennifer's crew.
First, though, she was going to have to get through a punishing audition and provide a few extras.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: May 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215434031

Bridy McAvoy

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.

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Dedication

To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

The Hoofers

Well, Jennifer, I gather from what you told our barman that you have some experience doing this job?

Yep, I did two years at the Pussy Kat in Frisco, then a three month stint at a revue bar in Vegas.

To be honest, young lady, you sound too well educated for this job.

Not for the first time I mentally cursed my Ivy League college accent, but faking an accent wasn’t one of my skills. I had this job because of rather more obvious skills.

Well, it is good money and you have to understand...

He cocked his eyebrow in anticipation as I paused dramatically.

I really enjoy the work.

That’s refreshingly honest, at least. He chuckled. Well, honey, you know how this goes, I have to see you strut your stuff.

Up here or down on the floor?

I nodded toward the main body of the club, dimly visible through the office window behind him, despite knowing from earlier observation as I’d walked through the bar, that the windows were silvered from the other side.

Nah. Right where you are, honey. Unless you need props of course.

I can work with props but I don’t usually rely on them.

He chuckled and then grabbed the remote control from the desk and flicked the top button. A light rock song with a driving beat began to play and, smiling at the club manager, I stood up. As I did so, my mind flashed back to the meeting two weeks ago that had led to this.

* * * *

If I ever get my hands on the wag who came up with the nickname for our section, I’ll do more than make him wish he’d never been born. Castration with a blunt knife and no anaesthetic for starters. Mind you I might have to wait in line for a while. All sixteen members of our section, including Lindsay, our section head, wanted to do exactly the same thing.

Seeing the sign on the conference room door had made my blood boil. "Hoofers Case Conference, underwear optional. Please state your choice of music." It was obvious