Mialotte: Eternal Sweethearts

22. Somebody come get her

A/N: Somebody come get her.. she dancing like a stripperrrrr. Is the only song I could think about when I wanted to write this. What a banger, love that song lol. As per, I have been inspired by my buddy youaremyangel40904, can't tag people again... but if you're reading this, I'm 100% certain you've read her stuff. WHEWWWW the new "Girls in red" story. Floored brev. Love it.

Please refrain from reading if toxicity upsets you. Please understand that this is fantasy and acts such as the following should only ever occur between consenting adults. Do not let yourself get treated like this in real situations.

(I gave up studying for the day, so enjoy this.)

Focus = Charlotte finds alternate means to fund her lifestyle. Mia has a problem with it, a big one. Who is she to care so much?

Charlotte moved gracefully across the dimly lit stage, her body swaying to the pulsating rhythm of the music. Dressed in a red corset and thigh-high stockings, she exuded confidence and allure as she captivated the audience with her sensual movements. But most importantly, behind her captivating façade, she exuded confidence and allure, a vision of temptation.

After doing this for a few months, the attention was finally starting to not feel foreign, and Char felt her lips curl into a smile as she realised things were becoming easier for her. Working at the nursery was lovely, but this job was so much more thrilling. Charlotte wasn't Char here. She wasn't innocent, wasn't sweet and certainly wasn't shy when she was here. She was confident. She was slutty, fierce, she controlled the room. 

She got to escape from the world for hours at a time, she didn't have to keep up a certain demeanour. She could treat people the way she wanted, and they would comply. Kind of the way she used to be with Mia. It stung to think about, but it was part of the reason she was working here again. When she briefly did date Mia, she found herself radiating confidence. Mia was such a good girlfriend to her, but she was just too accumulated to her own ways. Her attitude was too much for Charlotte to handle.

She just couldn't let go of how rude Mia was to Marjorie, her oldest friend at the nursery. Her boss too. Mia had not a care in the world that Marjorie meant so much to her, and continued, time and time again, to test her. No matter how many times Char asked the redhead to nicely comply. She wouldn't let it go. In opposition, Char had to let her go. She would never forget how upset she was having to choose between the two. It was all for the best, Charlotte had convinced herself that it was anyway. Mia needed to learn her lesson. That was final.

Charlotte needed to find herself again. Find her backbone again. Just without Mia's help this time. This job was doing it, perfectly.

Right here, on this stage. She was Cherry. She added a touch of sweetness and delight to every moment. Her taste on your tongue was tantalising, was addicting. So sour, but ever so sweet. 

Much like her fruit counterpart, every night she spent here, she would sway gracefully, like a cherry hanging delicately from a tree branch, waiting to be plucked. Inviting someone to come over and claim her from the heights where she dangled, ripe and ready.

Men, women, everyone in-between, would take Cherry's fancy. They all wanted her. She was more than prepared to take all the words out of their mouths once they were alone in that booth together. Cherry provided so much more than exotic dancing... She knew exactly how to tease and tantalise, using her body as a canvas to paint desires and fantasies that left her clients breathless and beguiled. With a knowing smile and a sultry gaze, she whispered promises of ecstasy, leading her admirers down a path of hedonistic pleasure.

Her presence left a harsh mark on all of those who dared to enter her little world, her little fantasy.

A certain redhead was about to leave a harsh mark on her body tonight. Char was just none the wiser to it.