Something Unexpected(ON Hold)

Chapter Six

They had me wait tables for a week. A whole week of groping, swatting, poking, drinking, before they began to 'teach' me how to strip. I pretended to be horrible at it in the beginning, before I realized the longer they thought I was horrible at it, the longer I would be on the floor where the men could actually touch me. Throughout my weeks, I realized that the girls on the stages were not touched unless they had a mark on them somewhere, saying that they were available.

The mark was a clear okay, and those without the marks were just an untouchable dream.

So I told them to let me try the pole.

For three straight days they laughed at me for saying I wanted to do the pole, and that only experienced girls were able to do that. For three straight days, I was pissed.

On the fourth day, I rolled my eyes at them, and climbed myself on the practice pole that was off of the floor, ignoring their snide comments.

Their snide comments turned into those of wonder as I carefully swung and danced myself around the pole, at one point holding myself upside down and then doing a handstand and flipping into the splits, where I continued an old routine I had learned.

After I was done showing them up, I calmly crawled off the stage and took a drink of water, muttering, "Let me be on the pole," before I walked out of the practice area and back to my room.

My room was small, but I didn't care. I had nothing to my name here, and wasn't expecting anything lavish to come of this place.

The showers were community, but were clean due to the fact that a bunch of girls used them; the only problem was the drain always had some color or other of hair clogging it. If you were the unlucky one to unclog it that day, we prayed for you.

Life was slow, and things became slower after I started dancing. My outfits were less while on the pole, but I didn't mind because I was still the most dressed in the club.

I was moved from pole, to bar, to serving, to dancing and then back to the pole constantly.

My favorite was on the pole, because after a month, the men became even more lecherous than they had been. When I brought this up to Sarah, all she did was shrug and say, "It's because the Alpha isn't here."

"You mean the Don," I would reply back, and then she would laugh at me and shake her head.

I had been down here for a month and a half now, and among that time I had only been up and out of here once. For a party, where I was just another piece of entertainment.

Currently, I was wrapped around a pole, upside down. The pole was in the crook of my left knee, and my right was split and running along the pole. I pulled my body up, and grabbed ahold of the pole, before pulling myself up and vertical with the ground.

I was a crowd favorite, and disliked that, the only upside was their inability to touch me.

Sighing, I pulled myself up and aligned my body with the pole, before slowly letting myself drop to the ground, head-first. Wrapping my ankles around the pole, I held myself up with those before going into a hand stand and flipping so I was standing upright. All of my blood was in my head, and I was thirsty.

Walking off of the stage, I made sure to put a sway into my hips as I walked to the bar and signaled Natashia over. She brought me a glass and smiled, "You're super good. We haven't had a pole-dancer like you since before I was here."

I blushed, and shrugged, "It beats getting groped here on the floor."

She laughed at my comment and watched me take a drink of the water she had given me, "Are you ready for the over-flow tomorrow?"