Formula Short Stories And Stuff

FD dancer

He looked up at her in the darkness of the club. Her skin glittered in the light as she swung herself around the pole. Elegant and beautiful. One leg in front of the other, gliding on the stage like she was skating on ice.
He never intended to end up at a strip club but when Clem and Marcus go out, they really go out. They were so blasted that they saw a sign for wings and ran into the place like wolves seeing a helpless rabbit. It honestly could have been a man on the street selling weird street meat the they would have thrown everything in their wallets at him. As they sat down at a table near the stage, Marcus and Clem tucked into the wings like they had never eaten before. Sauce covering their faces and fingers. Felipe had eaten earlier that day and since he was on more of a babysitting mission than a go out and have fun mission he decided against the greasy feast. He had a diet to stick to and as much as he liked a cheat day he didn't want to be toilet bound eating weird strip club wings.
He looked around, lots of girls in every corner. Some walking around the floor and some behind the bar or carrying trays with colored drinks. All with barely a washcloths worth of cloth covering their bodies but she was different. Sure she was in about 6 inch heels and barely wearing clothing as well but she held herself differently than the rest of these women. She walked along the stage as if she knew she was above this in a way. She floated around the pole and her smooth and muscular back flexing as she twirled around. She was truly angelic. Her body sparkled with multi colored glitter and her eyes were hooded and dreamy. She seemed to levitate off the ground with every spin and every step. He couldn't take his eyes off her if he tried. The song started to fade and she slowed to a stop and began to descend down the stairs of the stage. His heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw her walk his way.
She glided over to him and his friends stopping at his table right in front of his chair.
"So are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to slip me a couple of euros for my time."
He was taken back immediately and then remembered he was in a strip club, pulling out his wallet and hanging her a 5 pound note.
"Does that mean you have to strip for me or something?" He said worried she would drop out of her clothes right there in front of him, Marcus, Clem and the wings.
"No that's for watching me dance. If you want me to do that I promise I charge a lot more. Also I'd have to check your ID. You look about 15. How did you get in here?" She let's out a small laugh.
"I'm actually 22 and my friends here were starving and saw wings and ran inside. I'm here on a babysitting mission. Also I am not asking you to strip. I think it's perfectly fine we all keep our clothes on or whatever is left of our clothes. How long does it take to wash off all that glitter by the way? It looks like a nightmare."
He points to her shoulder which are covered in a thin layer of gold and silver glitter.
"22. Interesting. And yeah I always thought it to be weird that places like this serve food. Who wants to watch barely clothed women while chowing down on a basket of chicken tenders. Doesn't seem like a combo that would work but here you are and here many other are. In all my time doing this no one has ever asked about the glitter actually so congrats on being the first. Yeah I guess it's annoying" she says scratching her head a little bit.
"But its so worth it don't you think?" She smirks at him, noticing his eyes move from her shoulders to her eyes.
"Yeah it's nice but I can't imagine putting it on and taking it off all the time it must get everywhere. And yeah last time I check I was 22. Maybe it's changed since I last checked but I guess I've always had a baby face of sorts. I can't really grown any facial hair. I'm Felipe by the way. Felipe Drugovich, formula 2 driver with MP motorsports. These are my friends and fellow drivers Marcus Armstrong and Clem Novalak." He points to the guys behind him drenched in sauce and holding their stomachs probably regretting taking those wings down like their last meal on death row.
"Drivers. Cool. I'm Arabella. I guess you know I dance here but I go to school around. This wasn't my first choice of profession but school doesn't pay for itself and I don't mind dancing I guess. I get to wear high heels and glitter so I can't say it's the worst job in the world."
He looks around. She looks much younger than the other girls here. Many of them are flirting heavily with men at different tables, pulling on shirt collars and leaning over so their cleavage is in clear view. Arabella doesn't seem uncomfortable but she clearly isn't putting herself out the same way the others are.
"Arabella. That's a pretty name. You seem young to be in here aswell. Are you sure you aren't the 15 year old?" He lets out a light chuckle.
"No I'm 21 actually and thank you. I got the name for my birthday." She smirks winking as he lights up getting the joke.
"Well Arabella what are you doing after this? Got any plans?" He asks wondering what dancers do post show.
"Um I get my glitter off I guess and then I don't know. Probably pack my stuff up, count my money and get ready for tomorrow. I only work weekend nights but it's enough to pay for college and a place to live so it's a pretty decent gig. Why do you ask? Are you trying to ask out a stripper?" She raises a sharply sculpted eyebrow at him, slight upward curl to her lips.
"Uh I mean maybe" He stutters out feeling flustered all of the sudden.
"I was just thinking because I saw your job you could come see mine. I've got extra space in my garage and I would like you to come. Maybe you can put some glitter on my racing kit before I go out. Maybe it will bring me luck. I'll look good out on track no matter what though. And after maybe we can get food or something. Not wings and not at a strip club but maybe like pancakes or something." He rushes his words out nervously but hoping she accepts the offer and that he wasn't too straight forward. He had only just met her but if she could dance like that and was smart and getting an education he might as well try. It's not like he would really see her again so there wasn't really any harm in asking.
"Pancakes. Classy. And yeah you know what maybe I will come to see this car racing business. I'm gonna keep the glitter home though I think it wouldn't suit you the way you think it would. I'll give you my phone number so we can meet tomorrow and I can come watch all this car business. I'm expecting pancakes though. Now that you've said that I have a craving for them." She smirks looking around for a server. She spots one close walks over and grabs a pen out of their apron and asks for a piece of paper to go along with it. Writing her number down next to her name and a small heart and a circle.
"Whats the circle supposed to be" Felipe questions, looking up at her.
"It was supposed to be a pancake but I'm a dancer not an artist so it looks like a circle. Use your imagination, Felipe." She clicks the pen closed tucking it into her waistband.
"I'll see you tomorrow then for this car race situation. I have to go and clean up my area in the back but it was nice to meet you, Felipe, formula 2 driver. I look forward to pancakes and speed tomorrow. By the way you might need help with your friends. I think they fell asleep in a strip club. Well good luck, Felipe, formula 2 driver." She turns and walks away with a sway in her hips and he watches and smiles as she fades into the darkness. He never expected that being the way the night would end but now that it did he couldn't be more excited. He turns to his friends and sees she was right. Marcus and Clem are slumped over their chairs heads dangling at odd angles as they let slow breaths out. He stands up, tucking his chair into the table and grabs each one by an arm pulling them to their feet. They stumble out of the club onto the street as Felipe waves down a cab. Sitting in-between the two boys he can't help but smile.
He hopes the weekend race goes well but he also is already happy with the results. He scored in a different category and he's alright with that being his win for the weekend.