Caged Temptress | 18+

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marionette (noun): a puppet operated from above by strings attached to its limbs

EVA PETROV

Arden lets out a deep maniacal laugh as we reach the VIP floor.

The entire second floor is darker than the first. It overlooks the entire main area as well so you can see the girls warming up down there.

Most of the lights illuminating the area came from downstairs. The rests were around where the dancers would be and the bars.

We walk up to the bar closest to the dance podiums.

"Eva, this is Leo. The best bartender on the second floor and also Isabel's younger cousin." Arden nods over at Leo while he pours her a shot.

I had met a few of the bartenders that were doing inventory earlier this week, but not all of them.

"Leo, this Eva. New dancer extraordinaire and my good friend." Arden points at me and then downs the shot from Leo.

"Nice to meet you, Eva." Leo extends his hand while blatantly checking me out. I shake his hand and feel his thumb lightly caress my knuckles. The touch makes me pull back immediately.

I look over at Arden who is taking another shot and Leo laughs away the tension. "You want a shot?" He offers showing me the bottle of tequila.

"I'm good. I had one downstairs already." I give him a tight lipped smile.

I was a definitely a light weight compared to Arden.

Leo and Arden chat about something at one of the girls comes up to me to ask where my earrings are from. I give her all the details and admire her nail set.

She's giving me the contact of her nail artist when I feel someone watching me. I glance over my shoulder to see Leo staring directly at my ass.

I walk away with the girl whose name is Whitney and over to dancing podiums. Whitney and Lela were the two other girls dancing on the floor tonight. The rest of the VIP dancers would be in the private rooms. Then tomorrow night we would switch.

Next weekend I would be serving drinks and handing out cigars. 

A small flash of the lights indicate that the doors would be opening soon and we all got on our podiums. Arden flashes me a bright smile and squeezes my hand as she stands next to me.

I clear my mind and let the music overtake my brain.

We take ten minute breaks every hour. Arden and I were dancing on a podium together so the other would continue dance while the other took their break.

It was a more exhausting than what I was used to, but it was more satisfying in a way.

I wasn't stripping down my clothes or anything. It brought some respect back to the art of the dance. Although the lack of clothes, it didn't stop the men from leering. Even some women. They all remained at a safe distance from podiums.

I couldn't make out any of the faces because the podiums lights shining on my body partially hindered my vision.

It was nice not being able to see most of the people watching me dance.