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A drop of sweat falls from my neck down my back. Loud music vibrates the whole room as light flashes. I twirl around the brass pole as if I'm trying to save my life. I start to swing my hips back and forth letting them move to the music. I grip the pole tightly. I spin, letting my legs loosely fly into the air.
"Yeah, shake that ass!" A middle-aged man with a receding hairline yells as I'm twirling. I see him throw a half-torn $20 at the bottom of the pole.
Disgusting, but that's going to be the half cost of my groceries for a week. I mean, don't get me wrong, stripping is my passion, but tonight was a rough crowd with arrogant people.
This is the last dance, then I can go home. This is the last dance, then I can home. I keep repeating to make myself feel better. I took a deep breath of the sweat and alcohol-fume air and started finishing the dance with a new move I'd been practicing.
I lift my legs into the air and grab the pole with my thighs. I let my hands go and use all my legs' power to spin. I raise my upper torso to look at the crowd. I blow kisses to them. The crowd goes wild, as I spin faster. As soon as my legs start to go out, I grab onto the pole with my hands and lift my legs over my body.
My legs end up falling backward, which caused them to go into splits. I quickly let go of the pole and blew kisses to the crowd to make them think that it was natural. I hear the crowd roar like a pack of lions as I quickly gather all the money in one swipe and stuff it into my bottoms.
I know for sure my legs are going to be bruised tomorrow. I slide my sore legs up to stand and walk whilst tilting my ass back and forth off the stage. Once behind the curtains, I wipe the sweat from my forehead and head to my station.
"Hey, Roxy!" I turn to see Charlotte with a glowing face, waving at me with a big smile at her station next to mine.
"Hey, Char," I said waving back exhaustedly.
"How was your last dance-off tonight?"
"Let's just say, I'm glad I'm done for tonight. Those people are drunk animals out there," I shudder at the thought of grown men acting like animals as I take off my weave.
"Tell me about it. On one of my dances, I only got $50, like that's not going to be enough to pay for rent this month. Like, a bitch needs some serious money people, hello??
"I'm trying to support my two stomachs here. Damn it, Brenda. Leave my shit alone," She snatches the lipstick in Brenda's hands that she was trying to steal whilst Char was talking to me.
"Brenda, I will beat your ass and Rebecca's ass right now if you touch Charlotte's things again and try to give them to Rebecca. Anyways, yeah. Tips and dances have been rough tonight, but I'm glad it's over, and we get to go home," I say as I put on my sweatshirt and sweatpants over my lingerie.
"I think I'm going to try and get one last dance. Oh, by the way, Rebecca keeps staring at us," Charlotte's eye gestures toward her.
"Oh, okay, well, you do you, girl, and let her stare. She's just jealous that she doesn't have big natural boobs like mine, and she's plastic," I said loudly whilst snaring at Rebecca.
"Oooh, damn, that's a big burn!" Charlotte said in my defense as the door to the backstage opened, and in walked the general manager, aka I call the pimp, Deneece.
"Ohhh look, the pimp is in the houseeee," I cupped my mouth to make it louder.
"Can it Rexy," she always calls me Rexy and never my right stage same. She says it sounds sexier that way; either that or she hates me. I'm guessing it's the second choice.
"Alright, girls, enough chit-chat. I've just received some big news."
"Oooo, what's the big news?" Charlotte bravely said as everyone was quiet.
"Mr. Winters has requested a private lap dance for him in his section. As you all know, Mr. Winters is one of the wealthiest people in New York and possibly be the owner of this club IF this dance goes well."
"That's right, ladies. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make this club proud so who is willing to volunteer to dance for him?"
"Oh, and may I add there's one catch. He wants a brown-haired girl who danced," I roll my eyes and start shoving my things into my bag.
"Roxy, why don't you do it?" Charlotte whispered to me.
"No, plus, my hair isn't brown, it's black. Why don't you do it?"
"You know my hair's blonde, but your wig is brown, AND you have the hottest body here with the cutest outfit on. Plus, you're still in your heels, so you might as well," Charlotte looks at me with puppy dog eyes. Rebecca then stands up.
"I'll do it, Mrs. De. As you know, I have natural straight brown hair and the biggest boobs here," She said waving out her hair like a preppy girl.
"Rebecca, your ass is too ugly for him, plus he'd probably want something real. One tiny little prick to you, and you'll pop like a balloon," I smirked.
"Bitch," Rebecca whispered.
"THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME YOU PLASTIC WHORE? I'LL TEAR YOU LIKE A PIECE OF CHEESE," I started getting gloves out to tear that bitch up.
"Ladies. Ladies. Calm down, but Rexy is right. Mr. Winters is a classy gentleman and prefers something classic. So, whenever you are ready, Rexy. Just come out, and I'll give you a pass to his VIP section."
"Also, remember, the client can see the whole club from their section, so they'll be able to see you when you step out of these doors, and one more thing. Time is money," Deneece said, staring into my soul.
Way to put all the pressure on me. Now I got to get my sweats off and put my wig on. Ughhh.
I change my clothes, back into my lingerie, and put the others back in the workout bag. I grab my ratty wig out of my bag. Screw it, it's good enough. I put the wig on and pin it in, making sure it stays on well. Good enough.
I add some sparkles to my cheeks and fresh paint on my face. For the final touch, since he is a special client, some little stars on my eyelashes. I swear if one of these bad boys gets into my eyes. I topped everything, including my hair, in glitter. Everyone loves a sparkling professional dancer.
I better get tipped at least $100 for all the work that I'm trying to put in to look this damn good. I then get up from my cramped chair and pop my back. I propped up my boobs to make them look good.
"It's show time, baby," I start heading out of the door into the loud music. I find Deneece outside waiting for me.
"Where were you? Mr. Winter isn't a very patient man," She blurted out angrily as she handed me the pass for his section.
"Relax, looking this good takes time."
"You're a stripper, not a model, but in this case. I'll make this exception. We need this deal breaker to boost the club and have more advantages. Now, go before he gets too impatient," She said rushing me.
I roll my eyes and start walking toward the VIP section. I don't give a flying shit about this club or him. The only thing I care about is if they pay me. Mama needs to pay rent.
I reached the door to his section which was blocked by bodyguards.
"Stop there, young lady. No one gets in without a pass," I see two tall muscular bodyguards blocking the door. Damn, they're buff. They could probably break me like a twig.
"Don't worry, Buffy, I've got a pass," I show him the pass and try to walk past them, but one of them puts their arms in front of me.
"I don't believe it's a real pass. We have a lot of fake ones here try and go in and see Mr. Winters for offers," They look at each other and then look at me suspiciously.
"Look, bozos, Winty requested me for a lap dance and maybe a strip. If you're stopping his dick hard, then that's your fault. I'll just tell them whenever they ask that two monkeys wouldn't let me through the door so I could please him."
"Then, both of you won't be the big bad wolves anymore. You'll just be a small shrimp in the sand about to be eaten. So, unless you want to lose your fucking jobs over one small little lap dance. Then, I suggest you move out of the fucking way," I then walked past them and opened the door, and they didn't stop me this time. Assholes.
I walk up the stairs to the second floor. Damn, I need to go to the gym tomorrow, these stairs are killing me.
I finally reach the second floor and see an elevator next to the stairs. What the fuck. I could have taken the elevator instead. I already hate this Winty man.
After catching my breath, I was about to open the door when I saw that there was a nice carpet on the floor. I opened the door and walked in on some comfy-ass carpet. There isn't one cum stain or cigarette stain on this carpet.
I look around and see some fancy midnight blue wallpaper with gold trim and expensive-looking paintings everywhere. Dang, dude, has some good taste. Although I would change the carpet color, the light purple carpet doesn't match the midnight blue walls.
"Are you lost," Some handsome-looking dude with fancy combed-back hair in a neat suit said to me as I stood there probably looking like an idiot admiring the CARPET.
"Um, maybe. I'm here for Mr.Winters," He gave a friendly smile.
"Of course! Come this way, my lovely," He starts leading me down the hallway and turning a corner to a shaded room where a tall figure was hiding in the shadows.
"Word of advice, don't mention or touch his mask. The last lovely who did it didn't end well."
I took a deep breath. Well, here we go.
I walk closer to the sculptured, dangerously handsome man in the shadows. I see he was wearing a black mask that has a crack at the eyepiece. He's wearing a business suit that fits him just so right. He looks me up and down.
"Who the hell is this tramp?" His deep strong voice shot shivers down my spine.
"This is the stripper you have requested, Boss."
"You imbecile," I watch him stand and walk towards me.
"This isn't what I asked for," I see him lift a piece of my hair.
"Garbage," He spits into my ear, startling me.
"Can't you see this isn't a brunette? Get this fucking trash out of my face," Everyone in the section got quiet.
He walks close to me, looking into my green eyes with his cold smokey-blue eyes.
"Get her out of here before I shoot her," I see a cold look in his eyes with no mercy. I switch to a cold expression.
"EXCUSE me? I am the best of the "hoes" you have to offer. Unless you want some fake bodiless stripper, then I suggest you get someone else. Otherwise, I suggest you sit there quietly, enjoy the dance, and treat me with respect. I'm a stripper, not a hoe."
He sits down, looks at me, and rubs the light stubble on his chin.
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-End Of Chapter 1-
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