Atlas Black

Chapter 24

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

"Can you pass me the powder?" Yells Sas from across the dressing room. Quinlan does the honours as I begin finishing up the last touches, I apply bright dark red lipstick which makes my lips stand out and makes me feel like a badass.

I applied subtle highlight on my cheekbones, and the inner corners and as for eyeshadow pink and silver glitter. As for attire, 6 inch open toe heels with a matching black lingerie.

"Can you pass the glitter spray." Sas hands it to me after showering herself with glitter and I do the same, spraying it on every inch of visible skin on my body. It's just the feminine urge to be glittery.

"Dayumnn L, you look smoking hot." My best friend hypes me up and all the other ladies check each other out, tossing compliments around and boosting each other's ego. This is what girl power is.

"You clean up pretty nice to, S." I toss a playful wink in her direction. "Actually, if I was gay I would no doubt fuck you. You're just so fuckable."

She laughs, "I am hot, huh." She gives a full 360 degree turn and I don't miss her falumptious ass and her perky breasts. Saskia Andrews hot? That's an understatement.

"You two are going to steal the show tonight." Pipes up Quinlan. The rest of the girls: Iris, Clara, Elle nod along. But an emotionless Cassidy stays stock still.

It didn't take much convincing last night when I'd brought up the offer us applying for a job at Black's the club we went too a few weeks ago. Since I'm unemployed and definitely not the selfish type to use my parents money or my saving accounts, I decided to get a side job so I can learn to be more independent, whilst doing so dragging my best friend alongside with me.

But it would be a lie to say that the words Aiden said to me that very first night at the club resurfaces to my mind.

You might as well join all the other strippers on stage.

Slut.

Whore.

A laugh bubbles in my throat at said thought. If only he could see me now, the irony. I'd laugh in his face if I could. I'd want him to see me now, to purposely rub it in his face.

The rest of these girls are usual workers here, they've been doing this job for longer than we have. So as to say, the girls are professionals at this.

I'd never thought I'd be here right now, dressed up and all glamoury at a strip club, in front of all middle-aged to old men (pervs) putting on for them a show on stage. But anything for money, amiri?

But I plan to steal the show tonight with Sas. Who knows, maybe I'd like this job? As long as I don't encounter private lap dances by creepy old men I should be fine.

"Okay ladies, are you ready?" I put on my black face mask to conceal my identity and we all step out from the backstage dressing rooms and enter in the dimly lit room with strobe lights and in we enter walking the stage with our heels clattering.

We reach our poles and as the music blares softly at first we begin our routine, slow and steady, graceful at first. Some slow, minimal twirls on the pole. I wrap my legs around the pole and begin twirling around before hooking my other leg around as if I'm a koala bear hugging the tree.