Amy had told her she could do it. She had confidence in herself and a will to join those strong, graceful mares on the poles, which led Bedbug on a beeline towards the boss of the strip club, Filthy Rich. She wanted the job, she would go out and get it.
 
“Yo, Filthy!” She called out to the elderly stallion.
 
“Rich,” he corrected her.
 
“Yo, Rich!” She gestured towards the dancers. “What do I gotta do to be one of them?”
 
“Well,” he pulled a stack of papers out of a cabinet. “For legal reasons, you’d have to go through a lengthy application process and sign some forms.“
 
“Really?” Bedbug protested. “I have to do all that just for a chance to get a job here?”
 
“Strip clubs are heavily regulated by Equestrian law. Don’t ask why, I don’t make the rules-“
 
“You know what? Fuck it. I don’t have time for this.” The mare whirled around and trotted away before he could finish, making her way back over towards Amy.
 
“What’d he say?” Amy asked once she was within earshot.
 
“He says I have to sign a bunch of paperwork and shit! He doesn’t make the rules, my ass!”
 
“That sucks. Are you still gonna apply?”
 
“Yeah,” Bedbug smirked. “We’re just gonna do it a different way.”
 
“Huh?”
 
“Look here,” she pulled Amy close. “This routine’s gonna be over any minute. Once they’re off the stage, I’m gonna get on the pole and do my thing. You hype them up so they pay attention and old Filthy sees why he should hire me.”
 
“You sure it’ll work?“
 
“Yeah! I haven’t practiced on Pop and Dad’s telephone pole for nothing! Whaddya say?”
 
Amy shook her hoof. “Deal!”
 

 
“Feast your eyes! Bear witness, for you are about to witness an amazing transformation!”
 
Amy stood on stage, donning a professional yet sexy outfit she smuggled out of a closet and wildly gesturing for the audience’s attention.
 
“Does she even work he-“
 
“Look!” She shouted, trying to keep from shaking as stage fright began creeping in. “It’s a caterpillar! Hatched in this very building!”
 
From the ceiling a figure crawled, sliding down the pole and wiggling provocatively. It was Bedbug, dressed in a black getup that hid her identity but showed off her figure well.
 
“Look at her go! Eating up those leaves like they’re pussy!” Amy couldn’t help but blush as Bedbug seductively twirled and licked the pole. “Getting herself nice and ready for the next phase! This is just foreplay, after all!”
 
Bedbug flipped herself upside down, pulling out a ribbon out of seemingly nowhere and twirling until it nearly enveloped her, wriggling around on the pole.
 
“Get ready! This is getting good!”
 
With one flick, Bedbug threw off the ribbon and her clothes in a spectacular display as she flaunted her nearly-naked body around.
 
“The butterfly has hatched! More beautiful and sexy than ever! Wouldn’t you like to mate with her! Mmmm~” Amy winked. “But she’s hungry! Stuff her panties with nectar—er, bits—if you want her in your garden!”
 
With that, Bedbug leaned into the audience, letting ponies stuff her undergarments as she continued dancing. She’d never felt so high, so free. She could do this forever if she could, it was like this was what she was meant to do. And Amy, she was a natural. Hyping the audience up with the perfect combination of innocent commentary and vulgar jokes. The two of them made a great team.
 
All of a sudden, both mares saw a flash on their flanks. Their cutie marks! Bedbug flashed hers at Filthy Rich in the audience with a smirk, and he nodded and called out exactly what she wanted to hear.
 
“You’re hired!”