porn star dancing ★ rosénali

chapter six

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A delicate streak of light stroke through the bedroom curtains and directly into Denali's eyes. Right at that very moment, the thunderous alarm went off, just in the right time to wake her up. Denali let out a ringing yet somewhat ladylike groan, as she covered her face with her bedsheets.

''Denali, you have to get up — you can't afford to miss a single day at work.'' She said to herself, standing up from her bed, and heading to the bathroom.

Once there, she closed the door, turned on the shower, and waited for the water to get warm. Denali showered, put on her clothes, dried her hair, styled it, got her bag ready, ate her breakfast, got her keys, and in no time, she was ready to leave the house.

The black-haired got inside her car, and reluctantly turned on the engine. The radio was blasting the most hackneyed song of the moment, so lackluster that she never bothered to learn it. Denali sighed, and gave it full throttle.

After a while of driving, Denali finally arrived at her destination — her workplace. She quickly entered the strip, and ran straight into the dressing room, where she saw plenty of her co-workers getting ready for the show; but none of her friends were there.

Denali felt slightly bummed, but she quickly brushed it off — she had no time to waste, so she rushed to change into her tight outfit, and touch up her makeup. As she went through her retouching process, she noticed how, little by little, the room began to empty, finally leaving Denali by herself.

At last, it was Denali's turn to go out and feast the eyes of zillions of perverts — her daily bread at the strip. The girl before her finished doing her thing, and expeditiously grabbed her tips, leaving the stage ready for Denali.

The black-haired girl who was standing at the edge of the stage nervously walked to the center of the stage, the area where the pole was, which was marked by a strong ceiling reflector. From the very first moment the audience saw Denali, they expressed their excitement by loudly cheering — on the inside, Denali was filled with various emotions such as fear, fatigue, and reluctance; yet she knew there was no way she'd let even a glimpse of the feelings reveal themselves, so she hid them by simply letting out a timid chuckle.

Her song started playing, and it immediately invaded Denali's body; or well, at least that's what she made the viewers believe. If anything, what really invaded Denali's body was the vehement apathy, and a deep-seated sense of languishment. Of course, she tried her very best to conceal this from the view of the others, and hopefully distract them with her smooth movements. And it would've perfectly worked, except for a minor detail...

Denali had a graphic grimace of discomfort on her face, and it wasn't dimming. Clearly, Denali was too focused on delivering her performance as best as she could, and had forgotten to allay her face. One could've sworn no one would care since it barely affected the performance; except there is always that one crabby crank who ruins the show.

''Hey dumb bitch, smile a little more! You know we're paying you for this, right?'' A voice not too distant was heard saying. The music went off abruptly, taking Denali by surprise — she had been working in the strip for a long time, and she had never gotten a heckler before; but the audience didn't have to know that.

The situation had left Denali restless and puzzled, yet she fortified, and decided she'd do something about it. She looked around the place, trying to find the person who had yelled that at her moments ago. When she did, Denali took a brave step forward, and reacted.

Maybe it wasn't the best thing to do, and it'd probably get her in trouble later on, but Denali didn't care — she did what she had to do; and even though that wasn't necessarily having a civilized conversation with the gentleman, it had pretty much the same effect on him. The heckler, notably embarrassed, escaped the strip; and Denali received praise from the audience. The black-haired girl simply chuckled timidly, and as the music resumed, so did she with her show.

Finally, it was time for Denali to wrap it up. She finished her performance by spinning around the pole one last time, and letting herself fall back while still grasping to it. The audience speedily clapped and cheered, and rushed to hand Denali her tips. The girl gratefully received the dollar bills — mostly of 1, 5, and 10 dollars, which were the gratuities Denali was used to receiving.

Until she met with an unfamiliar face — it was a light-skinned blonde, who was casually smiling at Denali, as she stretched her arm towards her, trying to give the black-haired her tip. Except this time, it was a little different — Denali took a closer look at the dollar bill and, indeed, it was a 50 dollars' bill.

Denali looked at the blonde, tilting her head, to ascertain if she was giving her the right bill; to which the other girl simply nodded, and friendly winked at Denali. The black-haired girl, although doubtful, received the bill with great emotion, and winked back at the girl. This was the kind of thing you don't see every day.

Denali was overfilled with joy — who would've thought that her bad mood would go away only with the help of a simple dollar bill. Well, to be fair, it wasn't any dollar bill — we're talking about 50 dollars, pretty much the quintuple of the tips she was used to receiving. Denali was definitely very appreciative of it, though — this would undoubtedly help her thrive through the month.

Eventually, Denali finally found her best friends at work — Symone and Kahmora were standing at one corner in the dressing room, talking.

''Hi guys! What's up?'' Denali greeted her friends.

''Oh, hey Denali! How are you?'' Kahmora replied.

''I'm good, I've been looking for you two all morning!''

''Sorry, I was trying to get a creepy dude off me.'' Symone said.

''And I was doing a dance.'' Kahmora said.

''Hey, speaking of that, great job today.''

''Yeah, the guy who yelled at you literally had no idea what he was talking about.''

''Thanks, guys.'' Denali said, with a timid smile.

''Actually, I want to show you something too...'' She continued, looking for something inside her bag.

Denali quickly pulled out the 50-dollar bill, now slightly crumpled, but still almost intact, and held out her hand to her friends so they could see it. Kahmora and Symone gaped as they looked at the bill, stunned.

''Wow, looks like the crazy old men increased their tips today...'' Symone wittily remarked.

''Yeah, I envy you, fucking bitch. I wish they had given it to me.'' Kahmora joked.

''Get this — it wasn't a creep who gave it to me. It actually was a blonde who looked around my age.'' Denali explained, looking out of the corner of her eye if she was still around.

''A young blonde in the strip?'' Symone asked, incredulously.

''And who tipped you with a 50-dollar bill?'' Kahmora added.

''Are you sure it's not a creep?''

''Ugh, Symone, don't ask her that — for all Denali knows, it could be Jim Carrey in a blond wig, and she still would think it was a cute girl.'' Kahmora scoffed, causing Symone to laugh, and Denali to jokingly roll her eyes.

''Say whatever you wanna say, sluts — at the end of the day, I'm the one with a 50-dollar bill, so...'' Denali said, waving the dollar bill in front of them, and sassily walking away.

Denali couldn't help but keep thinking about the blonde on her way home — numberless questions pervaded her mind, among them, who was this blonde and why had she given Denali a 50-dollar bill? Sure, she wanted to support her after delivering an impressive performance; but a modest 5 dollars would've been more than enough.

Also, why was she in the strip in the first place? Denali didn't think it was a bad thing, rather just odd and unusual. The blonde didn't necessarily have the appearance that is associated with a woman who enjoys an erotic dance. She had money, there was no doubt about that; maybe not ample, but she seemed like she had her priorities clear.

And, for some reason, Denali felt a hefty sharp pang in her chest, causing her to abruptly stop her car, luckily in front of her house. Denali was perplexed on what had caused that hurt; but an immediate thought invading her mind gave her an answer — something told her that this wouldn't be the last time she would see the blonde.