Pets

Best PB&J Ever (Charlie)

It's been a whole week of no Fuckface! I will stay in this cell the rest of my life, and dance naked in front of God himself if it keeps me safe from Fuckface. However stripping is fucking hard! I have done mostly 'floor' stuff because I don't have the upper body strength to do pole work yet. Even the lap dance stuff is a freaking workout!

Kat has tried really hard, but a week is not enough. I mean I can dance, but it's not near good enough to do it for a living. What's worse is I can hardly even walk in the damn shoes they want you to wear. These aren't just high heels. Oh, No these are death traps! I have learned a lot but I usually end up with a face full of floor. Kat has been making me work on it so it won't be so bad. So in my cell/room I do exercises she told me to do, I practice different dance moves, and routines she has taught me.

Gage has been almost nice to me when he is around. As soon as Kat leaves he drops me off in my cell. He does check on my every once in awhile. He makes sure I get fed. He also makes sure I drink lots of water. He has started to tease, and talk to me a little. Maybe he isn't so bad.

It's just another day at stripper school for me. I have been dancing on and for Kat, but it is hard sometimes to take direction from her that way. She is getting frustrated trying to explain things that I am clearly not getting. She looks around the room and her gaze lands on Gage messing with his phone.

"Gage, come here." She yells over at him. He looks up hesitantly but comes over to us. "Have a seat Gage! Charlie is going to dance for you." My eyes go wide and I immediately tense.

"Kat, I don't know if I can do this with a guy yet." I barely manage to grit out.

"Look it's gonna happen eventually so Gage is not the worst person to practice on." Kat shrugs and pats the seat of the chair so Gage will sit down.

"Yeah I am fine with you practicing on me." Gage smiles at me and rubs his chin with his thumb and forefinger. I glare at him, Stupid jerk.

"The guys are not allowed to touch you. If they try to, they are kicked out, and usually get hit a few times. So if he touches you we will beat him up." Kat says and grins. Gage laughs knowing there is no way we could beat him up. He also sits on his hands. I guess that is to make me feel better about him not touching me. I am internally freaking out a little and starting to shake.

"I have to be able to see your body moving or I can't help you Charlie. You'll be fine, stop shaking." Kat says in a soothing tone. She is trying to talk me down but physic me up at the same time. She points to where she wants me and starts the music.

I was so self conscious and stiff. I am sure I looked and felt like a Barbie doll moving around him. Kat was having a hard time moving me around as well. I may have accidentally hit him a few times.

"Charlie, that was pretty awful. Gage, what did you think?" It's the first time Kat sounded really annoyed with me.

"It was not that great, sorry kid." He says. I wanted to growl at him. It wasn't great for me either, you cocky jerk. I had to take deep breaths. Kat pulls me aside and tries to talk me down again.

"Fine...this is bullshit, and I'm not a kid!" I yell as I pace trying to calm myself down enough to do this shit.

I shake myself to loosen up. I decided, I got this. Gage is good looking. If circumstances were different, If I had a few drinks...maybe I would want to dance for him. I also want to wipe that smug look off his face. Mostly I want to prove to myself I can do this. I have had time to think. Maybe if I am a good dancer who makes money they wont let Fuckface mess with me. Can't have a cut up and bruised stripper. He's a chair. He is just a giant muscly, smirking, arrogant, dickhead of a chair. I got this, I think.