Haley's POV
*TWO DAYS BEFORE THE GUYS GO OUT*
I was in no way looking forward to doing this. After I met Greg, I stopped working there and just lived off of him. But, obviously, I now had no one to support me while I figured my life out.
Leaning down, I plugged my phone into the radio and set it to shuffle. 'Devil's Night' started playing and I felt the tears rush to my eyes. Quickly I turned it to the next song.
The drive ended all too quickly as I pulled up to the strip club that was located in a sketchy part of the city.
Yep, I was a stripper. That's why I was ashamed of my past and hadn't told anyone about it.
Stepping out of my car, I slammed the door closed and slowly entered the building. The air immediately turned thick with musk and overbearing perfume. Sitting around the small runway were multiple overweight, middle aged men.
"Haley Bear?!" A shrill voice yelled as a stick-thin blonde woman ran my direction.
"Lexi!" I said, faking a smile.
"Hun, where have you been?"
"Around. Have you seen Dave?" Just as I asked that, a man with a bald head and long black beard joins us. "Speak of the devil." I laughed.
This strip club, by the way, wasn't you're average strip club. This was for metal heads and always played rock music during performances. That made this a more popular spot because people had to travel to us for our specialties.
"You finally decide to come back?" He asked sarcastically.
"Actually, yeah, I have." His face brightened and I saw Lexi jump up and down, clapping her hands like a seal.
"Really, good! I had some complaints from regulars that the girl with the skull tattoo on her back wasn't here anymore." He laughed.
We spent the next hour working out the details and decided that I'd start work again on Friday. That fact alone scared me. I was so out of it and Fridays are our busiest.
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FRIDAY NIGHT
Walking into the dim dressing room, I walked to my station. There were around ten mirrors with lights lining them set up around the room. Sitting down, I sighed in nervousness.
An excited Lexi came rushing over to me.
"Hun, let's get you fixed up!" She squealed. Walking over to the rack, she grabbed a tight black corset with black lace underwear and bright red stilettos. After I changed, Lexi grabbed the heavy-duty tattoo concealer and started covering my scars. Yeah, she knew about them. After, she moved on to my face. She gave me a dramatic cat eye that reached the length of the end of my eyebrow, and had a white streak running through. Then, she gave me blood red lips.
"Let's do something special." She said, grabbing the black body paint we kept for special occasions. Dipping in a fine point brush, she drew something across my chest. Looking in the mirror, I saw she had written the word 'heretic'. Rolling my eyes at her, I stood and walked carefully to the full length mirror.
Wow. I hadn't felt this good about the way I looked in a long time.
At last, I was excited. The adrenaline coursed through my veins as I waited for my turn on stage.
Finally, Dave cued me to go out. I still didn't know what song was going to be playing for me.
And then it started. No. The familiar carnival music began playing. Who the hell requested this?
AMERICA. Really? God hates me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and strutted out onto the runway. I forgot about the lighting. I get extremely stage fright, but the way Dave has it, there are overly bright lights set up on me and I can't see anyone watching.
As the intro faded, I swayed my hips to the beat while running my hands up my sides. Grabbing the pole the was positioned at the center of the stage, I kicked my heals off and pulled myself up, slowly running my body down its length. A few bills were thrown onto the stage.
Licking my lips, I slowly removed the black silk robe I had loosely been wearing. Going back to the pole, I wrapped my arms around it, swaying my hips and slowly going down toward the floor. As the song went into the part where Chris intensely whispered "A-M-E-R-I-C-A", I got down oh the floor, flipping my hair dramatically, roaming over my body with my hands in a sexual manner. By now, there was money littering the stage. Slowly, I stood, pulling my hands up above my head, rocking my body back and forth to the beat. I turned around to see a shadow climb onto the stage, causing me to stumble backwards.
