A Girl In A Man's World

First Dance

Authors note: Hey guys, just want to let you know that this is an introduction chapter, so be prepared for the upcoming chapters because we're about to turn up the heat.

I sat in the backroom, finishing off my makeup, wondering how different my life would be if I was born into a different family. My mother, a drug addict, was always in and out of prison. My father, the one who encouraged my mother to take the drugs when they first met, also gone. Once my older brother, Noah, was born our father was in and out of our lives. But soon after my mother was pregnant with me, he left. Couldn't handle the responsibility of a family.

Pathetic.

I had no one to look up to. I guess being a criminal runned in the family. Noah recently got charged with robbery. How amazing is that? We rarely talk, only if he ever needs money. However, like the idiot I am, I give it to him.

I had enough, so, I left.

I left home, took the only money I had saved up, which was only two hundred dollars as well as all the stuff I could fit in two suitcases. The pressure was too much for me to deal with. I needed to get out.

I decided that moving states wasn't the smartest thing. So, I just moved from Manhattan to Brooklyn. I had little money and I had to get the easiest job there was. No education needed and gave me the most profit.

Stripping.

The strip club I work at, 'The Club Penthouse,' was known to be one of the most dangerous strip clubs in Brooklyn. However, they owned the apartments on top so I was able to stay there whilst working, if I worked longer hours. But I had to do what I had to do, in order to get the money, I needed to survive.

I stood up. Eyeing myself in the mirror, my black lingerie was putting everything out there. I didn't care. It just made me feel more powerful, and I knew everything was perfect. My dark locks fell below my shoulders as my blue eyes contrasted my tan skin. I picked up the crimson lipstick, puckering up my lips as I applied the deep shade. Perfect.

I walked towards the curtains leading me to the stage. As I breathed out, the music changed to a sultrier tone trying to get the dancers into a mood. The last two dancers strutted off the stage towards me.

"Good luck Cherry." The blonde stripper Amber said.

"Kick some ass bitch." The red-haired stripper, Scarlett said.

I smiled. They were always nice. Not like the other jealous bitches. "Thanks, you guys were sexy as fuck".

"Go get the cash," Scarlett says, whilst giving me a wink.

I nodded. Even though I had been working here for 3 months, I still got nervous when they made me dance on my own.

I pull the curtains to the side, enough for me to pass by. The sound of my black heels clicking onto the stage was drowned out by the music. I walk through the stage towards the pole. Men crowded around the platform, cheering for me to give them a show. Looking at them made me want to gouge my eyes out, since a lot of these men were cheap. Only gave out one-dollar bills. Bitches.

I wrap my hand around the pole, as a guy in the crowd catches my attention. Black hair parted in the middle. Sunglasses covered his eyes. He was dressed too well to be in a setting like this. Wait. Why did he look so familiar?

I wink at him, knowing that I was going to give this man a show. Luckily, he was at the front. So, he would get to see everything up close.

I spin around the pole; my long legs wrapping around the cold metal. I keep on spinning progressively getting higher, until I got up halfway. Money was thrown all around me. The music powered through me. I pulled my legs up flipping myself upside down on the pole, while doing the splits. I then wrap my legs around the pole, still upside down, whilst letting my upper body hang lose. Letting my hands caress my body, I grab the pole back again with my hands and flip my body around. I slowly let myself spin as my body starts to slide down the pole.

As I get closer to the ground, I split my legs wide open and let myself drop. So that my ass is right up on the pole, my legs stretched out beside me, my upper body close to the floor, and there he is. Right in front of me. He places a one-hundred-dollar bill right in my bra, leaving his hand on my breasts for an extra second. I lick my lips, as the song ends. A small smirk sits on his face. I pull my upper body up, picking up the rest of the money surrounding me. I get up and start to walk towards the back to leave the stage, whilst swaying my hips.

I had to get a taste of that man.