Resist Me (Rated R)

1: Good Heavens

Rose

I have been trying my best to put my makeup on for the past hour. But apparently, concealer can't conceal the deep sunken eyes that I have from a lack of sleep. Insomnia has been really bad these days especially after my late shift and I can hardly open my eyes.

Our manager, Sarah, has been really hard on us. We have to please like, four clients a night. Starting from eight in the evening, all the way until six in the morning. Luckily, the clients that I have are usually rich and loaded businessmen who have way more cash than rationality, if you ask me. 

Wages are poor and I have been living off tips while we dance on the pole. The last client from yesterday, an old man with a curly moustache, was pretty generous which was a relief. However, in this line of profession, you can't help but feel a little cheap, replicating the same moves over and over again while putting on a smile.

I just want to feel some excitement in my life, I thought to myself as I applied my fake eyelashes and putting on the final touches. Today, I was wearing a cute polka dotted two piece bikini set, a miniskirt, with angel wings and a matching halo. How cute and Victoria Secret like. 

"Quit staring and be ready in five, Kara. You're up first!" Sarah barked from behind me, making me jump. She's so strict, and with her frizzy blond hair she really looked like a lioness. I sighed inwardly. On the dance floor, I was Kara, not Rose.

"Yes, Sarah," I said. Giving myself one more smile in the mirror, I strutted out confidently. In the upscale bar, I was met with wolf whistles as the slow, sultry music began to play. As I surveyed the audience of eager, lonely men, I strutted in my seven inch heels towards the middle and began to dance. 

My friend, whom I've known for 3 years, Renee, took the spot beside me and I smiled at her.  We were literal opposites but we clicked so well. She had warm brown eyes, brunette hair and a tall stature, while I had long dirty blond hair and dark green eyes. I was petite in person, but with heels, I was a completely different person on the outside. Kara was the highlight of the show.

After performing three songs, enough cash was thrown onto the stage and I could finally rest for a while. "Kara, meet Mr D in room 6." Tom, the helper, instructed in the changing room. "Alright," I say as I take my leave. The first client of the day, three more to go. 

The private shows didn't take very long. They were all monitored and we were not allowed to have sex with the clients in these private rooms, just chatting and dance. Sex elsewhere was allowed however, but we had to book a hotel at the client's expense and of course, pay a large fee.

When I walked in, a middle-aged man who was balding was waiting for me. I started my lap dance, and soon enough he was asking to go to a hotel. I sighed. Already? Geez, these guys were fast. His breath smelt pretty bad, and he was wasted. 

"How much?" He said, eyeing me again. I shook my boobs in my bikini top that left little to the imagination, hoping that he is a generous one. "Two thousand," I said confidently. 

He shrugged, taking out his wallet and shoving the cash into my bra. Then, as per usual, we went to a hotel across the street, with gazes of more thirsty men following us. I definitely looked like a hooker with my miniskirt and tiny top, but for the money, I couldn't care less. I looked good anyway. 

On the bed, we kissed and then he took out my top. He played with my large boobs in his hands, and I pretended to like it, fake moaning a little. His cock was so small when he took it out and he didn't waste a lot of time before he entered me. I didn't really enjoy sex that much in general, it just came with the job.

After he was done, in a matter of seconds, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. Damn, he must be more wasted than I thought. After putting on my bra and my clothes, I left as quietly as possible with all the cash.

The rest of the evening went by per normal. I had sex again with another client, but it still did not feel very good. He was so rushed I guess sex just feels bad. Ironic, I think, that as a stripper I don't actually like sex a lot. 

As I am removing my makeup, the sun is already beginning to rise. My energy level is so low, my legs are wobbly and I think Renee gave me a worried look but I'm not sure. Finally, I wave goodbye and head towards my apartment building. Luckily, I rent an apartment just a couple of blocks away from my house, and I don't need to drive there. 

After ten minutes, I reach my apartment. I stay on the fourth floor of the building with no stairs, and I count the levels just to make sure. When I reach it, I hunt for my keys but they are nowhere to be found. Sighing, I try the doorknob and surprisingly it opens. Hmm. Maybe I didn't lock my apartment.

I enter the apartment, eager to catch a day's sleep. My body felt restless, and from the chills I am going to catch a fever anytime soon. Let's hope it's not a virus. 

Feeling my way through the darkness, I found my couch and before I know it my body collapses on it, exhausted. A warm musky scent engulfs me as my eyes closed involuntarily, shutting my mind off to any further consciousness.

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