Omniscient
Atlanta's most elite and prestigious members of society piled into the famous Burlesque club.
The Velvet Curtain.
The club was packed as it always was on a Saturday night. Dancers were already taking the stage running the patron's pockets dry.
The men and women of the business were letting off steam but this was only the beginning of the night. They all anticipated the same dancer.
Kiss.
She was untouchable and everyone knew this. Yet they all came to the club every night with the hopes of one day going home with the woman.
Across the club sat Tamika. Her dreams were no different. She never thought she would be this desperate for a woman whose face she'd never even seen, but she couldn't help it.
Kiss was irresistible. She commanded attention when she was on stage. She danced in her mask and red hair that flowed under the stage lights leaving every patron hooked.
She was the most popular dancer and Tamika just knew that one day she'd live out all of Atlanta's elite, wildest dreams.
The lights in the club soon dimmed as the DJ announced what everyone had been waiting for. Everyone sat up straight as the slow music began to play and a single spotlight appeared.
The sweet, naughty voice of none other than Eartha Kit blasted through the speakers as the women appeared.
Her chocolate skin contrasted with her bright red hair and lingerie as she began her routine. She lip-synced to the song while strutting around the stage before making her way over to her favorite customer.
She strutted around Tamika who wore a slight smirk as she watched the women bend over in front of her. She'd give anything to just graze the top of Kiss's ass with a gentle hand but that's against her rules of course.
Unlike the other dancers Kiss refused personal contact with any patron. Before she met Tamika she wouldn't even come off the stage but it was something about her.
The song was soon over and Kiss strutted her way back to the stage to finish her number. She walked backstage and took a quick exhale as she rushed to her dressing room.
Once she safely made it inside she removed her mask, releasing the breath she was holding. And suddenly she wasn't Kiss anymore.
She was Kandi.
She was comfortable being either woman, but there was something special about the first breath she took as her true self after a performance. The sound of knocking at the door broke her out of her daze and she quickly rushed to put her red mask back on.
"Kiss?" Tiny yelled from behind the door.
"Uh—yeah? What is it?" Kandi relaxed, recognizing the voice of her friend, and knew the mask wasn't necessary.
No one knew what she looked like except for the club owner who hired her and her friend, Tiny, who was also a dancer.
She wanted to maintain a level of privacy, especially with how high in demand she has become in the club. It was better if her identity remained a mystery.
"Your usual is requesting your presence.."
"Alright, I'll be right there.." Kiss replied as her mask returned to her face.
She smoothed out her lingerie before making her way over it the woman who was waiting for her.
"It took you long enough.." Tamika said, sarcastically, as she slid Kiss's usual drink over to her. Kiss took a sip before placing the glass back onto the table with a smile.
