"Mom I'm going." I called out to my mom as I stood at the front door. My thirteen year old brother watched me from where he sat at the kitchen table. Our apartment is small. The kitchen, living room and bedrooms all in sight as soon as you walk through the front door. But it was all that I could afford. I'm the only one providing for this family. It's not like my mom has a job. I love her, honestly I do but she has no legitimate excuse for why she doesn't get up off her ass and help out. My older brother helps out when he can but he has his own family now that he has to provide for. When mom didn't say anything I assumed she was sleeping and rolled my eyes. That's all she does.
"Bye Jovonni stay out of trouble." I said to my brother before closing the door and leaving.
Two weeks ago the Kitty Cat was raided by the cops. Apparently Tony was using the club to sell drugs for a certain gang and he'd been under investigation for a while. The club was promptly closed down leaving me jobless. I'd been on an intense job search ever since. Yesterday I saw an ad for some club uptown called Cherish that was looking for a dancer and waitress. I could do both. I was unsure about my prospects at getting it though because it seemed pretty upper class. I tucked my short hair behind my ear as I looked around for the bus while waiting at the bus stop. The audition was for today at ten am. I have exactly an hour to get there. I hitched my bag with my dancing clothes higher on my shoulder and dug around in my pocket for some change when I saw the bus approach.
About forty-five minutes later I had made it to my destination. As predicted the place did seem out of my league but that wasn't going to stop me from trying. I knocked on the big security door and waited for a response. The door swung open and a large Hispanic male stood there . "Hi I'm Yazmeen Jones and I'm here to audition." I told him.
He nodded and held the door open for me as he waited for me to proceed him inside. Surprisingly he didn't make any disgusting offers to me as he let me in. At the Kitty Cat all the girls had to put up with the doorman, slash, bodyguard Tyrone propositioning them every time they walked in or left. This guy was silent and he didn't stare at me, another first. I followed him further inside where I was able to get a good look at everything. The main floor was orderly and clean with tables spread neatly out from one another. There was a large stage further back and then two smaller sized stages on either side of it. All three of these stages had chairs placed in front of them but a good distance away. Out of touching reach, I noticed. I liked that. Too many times I had to force myself not to gouge some guys eyes out when he got grabby. The chairs at the kitty cat touched the stage.
The bouncer led me to a back room and an unmarked door, he knocked on it and a deep voice called out, "Come in." He swung the door opened and motioned for me to enter.
"This is your last audition for today, Yazmeen Jones."
I was glad he introduced me because I don't think I would have been able to. I was speeches, the man sitting before me was gorgeous. He had lightly colored blonde hair, the coldest blue eyes I'd ever seen, like ice, and a strong build. He nodded at the bodyguard as he stood up. I could hear the door close behind me but I didn't register that it was just me and Mr hottie alone in the room. "Sit down please." He said in a slightly accented voice. I sat in the seat in front of his desk and he sat also.
"I am Nikolai Prakenski, the owner of this club. It's nice to meet you."
Russian, that's the slight accent that I hear when he speaks. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Yazmeen."
He leaned back in his chair and spread his long legs open wide. "So Yazmeen tell me about yourself. Have you ever done this kind of work before?"
Might as well get this out in the open now. It's better to be straight up and not get the job than get it and be expected to do things you aren't willing to do. "Yes. I'm twenty four and I've been dancing since I was eighteen. I dance, I take my clothes off, and that's it. I'm not willing to give lap dances or have sex for money." I told him.
He watched me not saying a word and I began to fidget wondering what he was thinking. He nodded his head. "I can accept that. If your not giving lap dances though you'll have to waitress."
"Done." I said eagerly. "Does this mean I have the job?"
"I like what I see so far and I like how straightforward you are. And truthfully, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but we need a girl of your race." He said honestly.
I figured. In the Kitty Cat, because of the neighborhood it was in most of the girls were black or Hispanic with one or two whites. Here I'm betting most of the girls are white, most likely Russian. The difference between here and the Kitty Cat though is they like variety so they can provide their customers with every type of girl they may have a fetish for. When you think about it it's really demeaning to all women, like where candy for the men to try any flavor that they like. But that doesn't concern me. I only come to do my job and then leave back to my own world.
Nikolai had me change and then go up on the stage. I turned on one of my current favorite songs. It's a real slow one and I worked out a really seductive and teasing dance to it. Sam Smith & John Legends song lie with me began to play and shut down everything else. When I do this it's like I'm the only one here and it's all about the music and how my body communicates with it. I don't care about or notice who else is in the room or if they see me naked. One of the other girls Mariah said that was my big appeal. I was untouchable, unattainable.
Once the song ended I was laid out on the stage completely naked chest heaving from all the effort I'd put it. Nikolai began clapping and I looked over to see him sitting in the same seat a huge smile on his face. That wasn't the only thing that was huge though. There was a notable bulge in his slacks. I smiled. Nikolai is attractive and even though I'm not attracted to him it feels good knowing that I could turn him on without even touching him. He owns a strip club, he sees the female for naked every day so it's a big ego boost that me simply dancing put him in that state. I stood up and began pulling on my clothes.
"Your definitely hired. When can you start?" He asked coming to stand beside me.
"When do you want me to start?"
He rubbed his chin and seemed to be thinking. "Can you start tonight at ten? Just waitressing though because I still have to work out where to put your routine and what nights I'll need you." He finally said.
"I'll be here at nine. Thank you for hiring me Mr. Prakenski."
He smiled. "Call me Nikolai. You're talented I'd be crazy not to hire you."
I laughed at his complement. "Ok, Nikolai."
"Is there anything you like to be called?" He asked me.
"Just Yaz."
"OK just Yaz." He said with a light smile. "I will see you tonight."
Authors Note
So, that was the first full chapter. I know pretty boring but it'll heat up soon I promise. I have to lay the foundation first.
Now the song recommendation for this chapter is.... no not sam smith, even though that's my jam. It's Using You by San E. It's off his latest album the boy who cried wolf. Check it out!
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