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2 MONTHS AGO
"Need you out there, Chelsea," Dahlia, another dancer with long dark hair, told the girl. Chelsea nodded, fixing herself in the mirror one last time.
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She pulled the shiny, metallic curtains open as loud cheers and hoots started up through out the club.
A slow, rock song began as Chelsea walked down the small runway to the front of the stage. The brunette began rolling her hips, touching up and down her partially nude body as she looked through the audience.
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Men waved twenties in her face, making her smile at how desperate they were.
She bent down, collecting the money, grinding her hips against the stage floor.
Chelsea noticed a man staring at her from his seat close to the stage. The girl was used to men looking at her but they mainly focused on her body, this guy never stopped looking at her face.
Chelsea continued dancing in front of him, making sure to keep eye contact to see if he would look away under the pressure. But he didn't.
He smiled as her, a gold tooth in his mouth shining brightly. As the song began to end, the men let out last roar of cheers.
"Chelsea Dagger, everyone!" The DJ announced and the men clapped in response, cat calling the girl as she walked off stage.
"You off the clock yet?" the same man asked, an accent dominating his voice.
Chelsea turned around, "I guess that depends." She smiled, looking the man up and down. By the clothes he was wearing and his voice, she could immediately tell he wasn't from around here.
He chuckled, "On what?"
"If you're worth the time."
He stepped closer to her, "By the way you were staring at me up there, I think I can go ahead and say I am."
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Chelsea ended up taking the man to a private room in the back of the club, where private dances were given. While she was performing for him, she could feel his stare but couldn't help but bathe in the attention. His stare wasn't cold or full of lust, like the normal customers. It felt amusing and familiar, almost comforting like being with her, alone, in that room truly relaxed him.
"You got a name?" She questioned, ridding the room of it's intimate silence
"Yup," he replied, leaning back in his seat, enjoying his view.
"You gonna tell me?"
"Nope."
Chelsea scoffed, getting on top of his lap, "What? Too good to give me your name?"
"The same reason why you would never tell me your real name. It's not like it would matter because after this," the man began, feeling his body tense up as the girl continued grinding on him, "We'll never see each other again."
Chelsea laughed dryly, "So what is this? A one time visit?"
"That's exactly what this is. Made a whole lot of money tonight, sweetheart."
Chelsea ran her hands down the man's chest, making sure to tease him slowing, placing them above his belt, "That seems kind of stupid to waste your new money here."
The man cleared his throat, looking at her hands, "What makes me different from any other guy who comes here?"
Chelsea placed her hand on top of the prominent bulge in his pants, pressing her mouth next to his ear, "I know you're not stupid."
The girl suddenly stood up, "Times up."
He chuckled, grabbing a couple of bills from his pocket, "You're really something, Chelsea."
She stepped closer, taking the paper from his hands, making sure to flash her nicest smile "Heather."
