Fucking asshole
I grumbled to myself as I marched down the stairs. Like who's fucking application was that to have her attention? Just a pain in my ass. I busted into the locker room, filled with annoyance and anger.
"Hey what's wron-"
"Don't fucking talk to me you whore!" I slammed the door of the bathroom stall.
I heard whispers outside, people calling me a bitch or saying something must've gone wrong. I just never met someone so fucking annoying and damn disrespectful. I've never met someone ignore me and then try to flirt with me?! Like do you see me! I could have anyone in this damn club, and she decides to treat me as a fucking option.
"Hey kid your on in a little bit. Don't be a bitch to customers."
I opened my door and looked in the mirror. I looked like a bitch, like usually I was a complete bad bitch. How could I let one old ass lady get under my skin this bad.
"Here sis."
A girl behind me passed me a shot.
"I can't I'm underage."
"It can be our secret." She winked.
I downed the shot it was vodka; seems like a drink a bimbo would offer. And this girl was definitely a bimbo. Big blonde hair, blue eyes, and an infectious smile. She had to be making bank while she was here. She was wearing a pink bralette and a pink skirt, and you guessed it, pink heels. Everything about this girl was pink.
"Oh, how rude of me," she held her hand out, "you can call me Doll."
"I'm Angelica. Not usually this much of a bitch though." I sighed.
"Don't even worry about it," she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "between you and me half these girls are bitches. Anyways let's get you upstairs."
Inside, darkness enveloped me. Strobe lights sliced through the air, casting fleeting shadows on the dance floor. I squinted, adjusting to the kaleidoscope of colors. Bodies moved—swaying, grinding, lost in the rhythm. My eyes were drawn to the pole, a girl already on spinning her body moving to beat. From the pole my eyes were then drawn to the crowd, the front row throwing 1s, 5s, and 10s. The way she moved was hypotactic and I was drawn to her only being snapped back to reality when her set ended, and she went to pick up her money. Doll nudged my shoulder.
"Looks like someone's into chicks." Doll laughed.
"Not a chance, it's a straight meat factory over here," I laughed.
I followed Doll backstage for any last-minute set ups while the other girl picks up the rest of her cash.
"Doll who's that?"
"The newest girl, Angelaly."
"It's actually Angelica." I chime in.
"Oh Angelica."
Doll pushes past the girl and brings me right up to the wing of the stage. My heart raced, a wild stallion galloping within my chest. The backstage air smelled of adrenaline, anticipation, and cheap perfumes. I took a deep break in reminding myself this was only until I had enough money to cover the tuition. Beyond the curtain, the crowd buzzed. Their voices blended—a symphony of expectation. The girl strutted off stage and into the wings, her chest filled with bills. That's how I wanted to come out of this, filled with money. I don't do shit for free and if I have to entertain a bunch of men, I want everything they fucking got. I stepped forward, the world narrowing to that illuminated circle.
The light shined on the pole as I stepped in, I heard whispers. A new girl, fresh meat. I know I'm nothing like those other bitches. I stepped closer, my fingertips grazing the metal. It was surprisingly cold, and I wondered if it would leave marks on my skin. The music began—a sultry beat that seemed to stir the crowd. I swayed with the beat letting the music control my actions, I felt so right under the spotlight. Putting on a show, knowing the men could look all they wanted but could touch. I walked up to the edge of the stage and looked out at the sea of faces; each one hungry for something different. I bent over picking up the cash that began to pile at me feet. The crowd whispered and cheered. Facing the crowd again, I blew a kiss into the audience, and they ate it up. Like dogs to a bone they raced to have a chance to in the area of where I might blow another one.
I looked over my shoulder and caught the eye of the lady from earlier. Why was my boss just out in the crowd, i didn't think too much of it. My set was over, and I had collected all the cash when I returned backstage Doll was nowhere to be found. It didn't surprise me though she probably got busy.
I made my way back to the dressing room to clean myself up, I was sweating like crazy. my hair was flying up and the top was becoming unbearable to keep on. I looked around to make sure no one was in here - not that it would matter all that much - and began to remove my top. The latex had begun to stick to my skin, providing another layer of unneeded heat.
I removed my top, my boobs bouncing out the top freely, I sighed with relief. If I would've known how hot it got on that stage, I would've never worn the latex, sweat dripped down my chest. As quickly as I got relief, I quickly regrated when I looked up and locked eyes with my boss.
