"Late shift tonight, Erin." My manager tells me, reeking of smoke, signaling she just came in from taking a smoke outside, feeling the cool breeze from outside as the door closes.
I nod, walking into the dressing room, picking up the lingerie on the table, pulling it on. I let my hair fall down above my butt in waves, shaking it out at the roots. I make sure my makeup looks fine even though the lights are low.
I pull on red stilettos, walking out of the changing room. I take a deep inhale and exhale before walking to my area of the room, not many people are here yet.
If only some Gossip Girl shit would happen right now and Chuck Bass could walk in and stare at me than I would be fine but these middle aged men coming in late at night to just stare at you and leave to fix their boner is creepy.
I take a shot of vodka at the bar before going to my pole, 'strutting my stuff' my coworker would say. It's strange that such a job I have can lead to a good group of friends. And these friends don't judge because of your job, because they have the same one as you.
"Look at those hotties who just walked in." My coworker whispers in my ear as I walk over to my pole, pointing at a group of four boys, they don't look like the usual middle age men who show up around this time.
I feel my stomach do flips as I see their appearances. They are pretty hot.
I put my hand on the pole, making sure I grab the men's attention, walking around the pole. I wrap my legs around it, flipping around the pole.
It takes a lot of classes and flexibility to do this shit.
I put my back to the pole, leaning against it as I slide down, my butt touching the pole.
The boys have sat down at a table in front of my pole, not helping my nerves.
I continue doing my routine I learned when I started this job, adding more 'sexy' moves, playing with my hair because I've heard boys like when girls mess with their hair.
I walk around the pole, holding onto it with my fingers. I stare at a boy at the table with dirty blonde, curly hair. I give him a seductive look before continuing my job.
I sneak in glances at the boy who doesn't seem that old, maybe my age, or a little older, I see his eyes focus on me as he takes his lip between his teeth, putting his hand under his chin, sitting back in his chair.
"Boys, listen up!" I hear my manager yell through the speakers. "Lap dances for ten bucks!"
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i love this story already.
it's gonna have short chapters but be updated frequently
thanks for reading!
