Mr wastaken's stripper

beginning

I sighed at another shitty day at this so called job. Don't get me wrong it pays well and I keep fit and healthy but pleasing these old and young men feels wrong.

They sit there with a sickening smile growing a tent in their pants like feral animals in heat. When I pick up the money they throw at me I feel like it's melting my finger tips.

It feels so gross. Greasy. Slippery. Eugh.

I sigh and rub my clear face and look at the mess in the mirror, me.
I shake my hair letting my fluffy brunette locks come loose.

I take a minute to look at my own tired blue eyes and scattered freckles, I was pretty I cant lie but this wasn't my job choice.

I shook it off putting on my daily makeup, foundation, bronzer, highlighter all in the same places they were plastered on my face yesterday.

Blue eyeshadow blended, a cat wing eyeliner and some nude coloured lipstick with fake eyelashes to top it off.

I hum as I lazily stand up, picking an exposing outfit and dress my feminine figure in the outfit and hiding what's under it with some comfy loose clothes.

I continue my routine by packing my bag and essentials for the 2 hour, 5 performances and however long serving at the bar.

I already feel drained thinking about the day infront of me. Such hard work.

The co workers there are really nice though, like Karl my best friend, saying that he'll be here soon, I quickly finish my breakfast and brush my teeth before he pulled up perfectly in time.

I grabbed my bag and got in his car.

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"I'm only here because of your poor security, I mean business and I want the money asap" I say sternly lifting up my pale mask revealing my sharp jawline and mouth.

I hear a stammered yes sir from the owner of this filthy club. The poor workers here, I sigh and pull my mask over the bottom half of my face again.

"Go in guards" I order my bodyguards, I see them nod and head in keeping the place safe, I was ordered to go to an office and agree the price.

I run my hands through my silky dirty blonde hair. I was about to go in when I saw a white car pull up not far away from mine.

I slyly look over to see 2 brunette boys (probably workers) get out and what looked like exaughstedly walk in slipping past me, seeming not to care where I stood.

I felt bad for them, though one of them caught my eye, he was quite beautiful. I snapped out of it before walking in, dealing with my business.