Striptease

Offer

[Everleigh]

Come on, girl. Just shake it off, it's nothing major.

It was one simple look, it's not like he asked for your panties or something.

The little voice inside my already congested mind commented on the situation, on the fact that despite the music that came on for this timely performance, I still couldn't pry myself away from the spot I was apparently frozen in.

Because his gaze was pinning me down and I couldn't snap out of the strange trance I suddenly found myself locked in.

But when Mikayla motioned me along, quite like she used to do when I first came to this place as a meek, quiet girl who rapidly had to become comfortable with strangers seeing her goodies, her privacy and comfort long gone and forsaken as the rest of her body was on display for the entirety of the world to see.

And the sudden phrase of, "Like mother, like daughter" came to my head but I couldn't exactly say that had anything to do with my profession.

My mother was a stripper, that was a no-brainer that even a braindead mule could figure out, but she was also a junkie, always addicted to the next rush that the latest concoction would give her.

She's been addicted to drugs for as long as I could remember, Hell, she didn't even quit them when she got pregnant out of the blue with Teresa.

She was lucky she didn't miscarry but the drug abuse damaged my baby sister beyond repair, it cost her eyesight and you want to know what my mother did?

She left me, a barely fully grown adult who was just figuring out what she wanted to do with her life, with Teresa to fend for ourselves while she chased after the next drug on the market.

Normally I wasn't one to complain but I had no idea what the fuck I was doing and to leave a newborn in my hands with nothing more then her goddamn birth certificate and a shitty ass excuse was a cowardly act on her part.

But my mother never owned up to anything, especially when it came to her offspring.

And now, I was attempting to build a better life for Teresa, as much as I could being her big sister, and I was currently enrolled in a culinary baking apprenticeship that a small family run bakery just outside of Manchester offered me a position at but I hadn't been able to afford it at the time so guess where I wound up working at while trying to make the insane hours between double shifts and my classes work?

Bingo.

At a goddamn strip club.

So maybe I was right, maybe the saying really does some justice to this scenario.

But instead of dwelling in my thoughts any longer, I pushed all of them to the back of my mind and the music blaring through the speakers aided in drowning them out further, the glamorous voice of a young Britney Spears booming throughout the club as I followed suit in strutting down the mini catwalk, my hips swaying as my fingers toyed with the top buttons of my barely there shirt.

"Give me a sign….Hit me, baby, one more time! Oh, baby, baby. The reason I breathe is you…."

I reached the metal pole placed in the center of the end of the catwalk, my ears blocking cheers from the drunken, perverted men that were watching us perform as I wrapped my hands around the pole, teasingly sliding them down before hooking the back of my thigh around and swinging myself easily into a slowly sliding down chair position.

It was one of the easiest moves to learn, so easy that it was taught in pole dancing classes, but the plank on the other hand, even I struggled with that move.