Sweet Desires

CHAPTER 1

The crowd yelled and cheered loudly from behind the curtains. Listening to their cheers gave me quite a confidence boost.

"For the finale, let us give it up for Scarlet!" The announcer shouted my stage name. The crowd cheered when my name got called.

I've done this many times, and still, my heart beats so fast before I go on stage, my palm already sweating off. I adjusted my dark red lingerie as the curtains pulled back from the sides. Seeing the shining light hitting my eyes, the crowd surrounding the stage, fighting amongst each other, wanting to get a close-up, their eyes focusing, watching me like some live prey.

The song "Dangerous Woman" by Ariana Grande played in the background, once it started, I slowly moved towards the stage, swaying my hips, the crowd hooted and howled while the light followed my every move. As soon as my hand touched the pole, taking my time circling it, looking at the crowd as they were already taking out their wallets, smirks and grins painting their faces. The back of my leg hooked on the pole, spinning me around before dropping in front, I slowly and seductively got up, looking at the crowd as some were eyeing my ass.

As soon as the song got more upbeat, I climbed on the pole, hooked my leg to stabilize, and held my other leg to maintain the pose for a minute before stopping. Then climbed even more toward the top of the pole. The crowd looking up at me with interest and hunger in their eyes, some customers sipping on their wines and alcohol, and other strippers entertaining high-profile clients to spend more money, being up on the pole granted me access to see the whole club from a high vantage point. As I did an upside-down split, slowly coming down to the bottom.

Once landed, I kneeled and rub my body on the pole, the many men gazing at me, cash in hand. They started to throw money at me, pouring it all over the stage as well as me. Picking up the cash and showered myself with it, feeling myself up as the crowd shouted my name accompanied by inappropriate words about what they wanted to do with me, some shouting they can fuck me like I was their slut. Hearing the vulgarity from these so-called gentlemen irked me, but ignoring it to continue doing my job.

Taking the money and shoved it inside my bra and on the side of my panties, making sure no money would go to waste, even giving them a peek or two while putting the money, giving them a show. Crawling towards the edge of the stage, making eye contact with a businessman who was eyeing me up and down. Playing with his red and white stripe tie and pulled him up, our lips inches apart from touching. I lip-synced the lyrics with a smile on my face, taking his hand which was a lot bigger than mine, with hundreds of dollars in it, and guiding him to insert it in my bra. I winked at him and blew a kiss in his direction, pretending to catch it in his hand, stood up, and continued my usual routine, making sure the mass of customers was entertained.

The music was now ending and as soon as my time was up, I quickly grabbed the remaining cash that was on the stage and went backstage towards the dressing room where other strippers were, with different ethnicities, shapes, and colors wearing different lingeries and outfits, getting themselves ready before entertaining and enticing more customers. Walking over to my space and sat on my black Hollywood chair, with piles of makeup on my station, looking at myself in the mirror and realizing that my brown, wavy hair was in a mess from my previous actions, strands of hair going in each direction with only a few tamed while the rest free to go wherever they want.

I head over to my locker full of glitter and stickers on the outside with a combination lock. Put the code in (0-9-0-6) and it opened, there were extra clothes, extra lingerie, a tote bag, flip flops, a cap, and a mask. Taking the tote bag that has a cute bear design and put the money that is compiled there. Placed the bag in the locker again and closed it, making sure it was locked and nobody can unlock it.