Bunni Babbitt

7.

     We all took the stage and got in position by our poles. I scanned the crowd but it was too dark. Britney Spears song 3P started to play and the lights slowly rose. We started the routine and the crowd as all for it. I looked around. Damn! Half the crowd has black hair and half of those had jackets or long sleeves on. Some leaning forward smiling some relaxed in their seats smiling. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at each one. All I kept thinking as I looked at them was That could be Billie. I wanted to let out a squeal but kept my composer. I couldn’t tell who was looking at me because of the lights. It was getting close to the break in the song where we would do the lap dances, alright; I scanned along the short runway looking for a guy. The girls were already moving to the sides sliding off the stage. Oh no! I panicked. I started strutting to the end of the walk way and looked for someone sitting casually. Ok Black hair. There was about five of them I spotted. I went for the one in the middle. I wasn’t sure if this was Billie or not but I slid off the stage onto his lap. He kept his hands down and I wiggled a bit moving my body to the motion. He grinned and raised his arms. I had noticed one of the other girls had smacked a hand away from her boob. This guy better not get to touchy feely. I turned straddling him and he slid his hands on my waist. I almost panicked. Just keep it cool. I did my moves and leaned forward pushing my chest against him. He smiled nice. I blew at his earlobe and I saw his cheeks rise as he smiled. I sat back up and he was looking at my face. I traced his but couldn’t see his eyes good cause the light. His hands! It was time for me to get back on the stage so as I did I tried to look at his hands for tattoos. I could only see part of them but what I could see there was nothing. I strutted back in position joining the girl’s center stage. We ripped each other’s skirts off in one swift movement and the crowd went nuts. We climbed the poles and did our things.

     Before I knew it the whole thing was over and we were collecting cash being thrown at us. I hurried backstage knowing Billie would be coming to my box soon. I chugged some water and quickly changed into a detective themed outfit. I put a purple wig on. It was one of the other girls, I had always loved it. It had longer hair than mine. The hair came down just touching the top of my boobs. I pulled it into low pigtails and put on a sexy detective hat. I rushed to me box and waited. It finally turned 8 and I entered. I put my Ipod on the dock and sat in a chair that now replaced the pole that was there before. The room still had a bedroom theme to it. I sat maybe five minutes and heard a door then a coin drop. The curtain rose and I heard clapping. I smiled and blushed.

“That my friend was awesome!”

“Billie you were there.”

“Yes doll! I was. You looked great.” I crossed my legs.

“Oh yeah, which one was I?”

“The one in the middle.”

“We moved around too much you gotta be more specific,” I giggled. He’s either messing with me or really didn’t know.  I leaned forward a bit and saw my cleavage was showing perfectly in the mirror. I heard him giggle.  

“The beautiful girl in the pink wig.” He said casually. My jaw dropped as I smiled.

“Billie! How did you know?!” He laughed.

“Well, Out of the other two your moves were more swiftful and graceful. They were done smoothly as always….” I started smiling and blushing. “And I kinda know the curves pretty good on your body now too.” I giggled.

“I guess that’s a good thing.” He laughed with me. “So I have a whole routine planned just for you. No one else will see this.” I stood smiling and walked to the Ipod.

“Really?” I could hear the excitement in his voice.

“Yeah. Take a seat.”

“Ok.” The music started and I went through the dance.