Nika pov
That same week
Since I quit cheer I started working a job, it was the only one I knew how to do and all I'd ever be in life...a stripper.
There's no trauma tied to it surprisingly. I never hated the pole. Just those men watching me with their lust eyes waiting to pounce on me and of course my b*tch of a mother.
The club is the only place I feel like I'm not being judged. It was like home for me. The old girls who were in the same f*cked up situation as I was also working at the club so they welcomed me with open arms.
I sprayed glitter onto my skin as i prepared for my performance. I was wearing a black lacy lingerie that showed my a** and little bit of my titties but my silver stars covered my nipples.
"Tanya you're up babe"
"Thanks" I gave a slight smile to Solana.
I strapped my high heels on and took a deep breath in, shaking off all the nerves.
"Let's do this" I said to myself.
I threw the curtains back and the crowd immediately started clapping.
"Who wanna get a taste of Tanya? I promise I'll be a good girl" I said in a seductive tone.
I felt comfortable performing in this club because it was a lesbian club. Which means I don't have to worry about getting raped and sh*t. Women knows no means no and if not least I can fight they a**.
I did the same routine my mother taught me with a few new tricks of course. I made sure to make eye contact with the crowd to see who's desperate enough to spend this week paycheck. But there was one woman who caught my eye. She was clearly old enough to be my mother, her body was definitely mature enough to be somebody's mother maybe three kids, and the ring she had on her finger shined. I wonder what is she doing here.
After my dance was finished the crew came collected my money for me while I headed straight for the older woman.
"What's someone like you doing here?" I smirked.
"Someone like me?"
"Someone like you" I grabbed her left hand staring deeply into her eyes.
"Oh this old thing it means nothing. That man doesn't love me" she chuckled a little.
"Hm why are you with him then? Don't you wanna explore" I looked down to my plum breast then back at the woman.
"I think I do now" she said in a seductive tone giving my girls some recognition.
I let my dimples show.
"You remind me of someone"
"Yea?"
"Yea"
When I was 15 I met a woman in her mid thirties or early forties I can't remember. She was a sweet southern woman who was sick of cheating husband but she couldn't leave him because of her two daughters. I met her in the club a little after my performance, she couldn't keep her eyes off me and it was quite obvious. I knew she didn't have the balls to approach me so I went over to her and we talked the entire night then we both began to drink way more than we should have and started spilling our guts out about our problems then eventually she took me to her house and we got a little touchy. We never went further than kissing and grabbing, just as soon as things were about to pick up her husband came home and well...it was a sh*t show. I haven't seen her in the club since.
But anyways I let a few girls buy me shots at the bar but knowing my alcoholic a** a few is never a few.
"Oh sh*t..give me o-one more pease" I was slurring over my words and could barely stand.
