My Special Little Dancer. (Kellic)

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It has been such a long night at the club. I haven't had a day off in 2 weeks. Sometimes I don't even go home. There is a bed in the dressing room that I crash on at night.

I was sitting at the bar in the back starring off into space. I didn't notice someone sit next to me till I felt a hand on my knee. I look at them in shock only to soften my gaze on Jamie. "You okay kells? You seem out of it." He asks.

I smile. "Oh yeah just tired. Nothing a shot can't fix." I say happily. He smiles. "You got that right. Hey Rexi a couple of shots!" He yelled to our bar tender. Rexi Warwick. The most famous bartender in all the UK who happened to move here.

She gladly joined us.  "So what's up. How are my two best friends doing?"she asked all delighted to see us. "Tired." I answer honestly. I just wanna sleep. "Yeah I couldn't agree more." Jamie said throwing his arm over my shoulder.

"Well I would love to sit here and talk but I am on in the VIP room in 10 so I'm gonna go get ready." I said plainly. To be honest I would rather dance than chit chat. I'm not very much of a talker.

I walk to our dressing rooms and pick out an outfit. Leather thong, knee high leather boots, a whip, and leather hat.

I am more of a feminine stripper. I sit down and apply some eyeliner and red lipstick. I push my hair back a bit. Then put on my hat. I apply some perfume and stand.

I exit the room swinging my whip while my heels clicked against the floors.

Ashley was finishing up his routine. He is a cowboy. Or should I say outlaw,he is such a diva. I stand behind a curtain as he finished. I notice a certain face sitting around the table of drunken rich men.

That guy is still there. He has been here for weeks. He never pays attention to any other dancers but me. He sits slumped back with sunglasses and crossed arms. And a hoodie over his head.

Our bouncer for that room Ronnie says he seems to like me a little too much. He is always looking out for us. Ronnie is married with a daughter. He is totally straight. He is covered with tattoos. Yet he is somehow the bouncer at a gay bar. But I don't really like to look onto things like that, that much.

He is like mine, Ashley, Jamie, Dahvie, and jayy's babysitter of sorts.  He looks out for us. Kinda like an annoying big brother that we love anyways.

Another man next to my "stalker" is pretty fascinated. He is tall and handsome. Ash leaves and my song comes on.

I march up onto the table with a pole in the center. He takes off his glasses and scoots forwards. He smirks.  I circle the pole. Ronnie  hands me a chair. I set it down and look around for my next victim.

I think I'll pick him the man who seems to take so much interest in me. I point at him and motion with my finer for him to join me on the stage. The guys next to him cheer and hoot as they push him onto the stage.

He sits down. I smile. I sit on his lap and run my fingers through his hair. He places his hand on my ass. I smack it with the whip and yank his head back by his hair. "No touchy." I lean forward with my ass in the air. He grips my cheeks. I smack his hand again.  He doesn't learn.

"Ah ah ah no touching." I whisper in his ear. I take my hand and rub down his chest to his crotch. He grunts. He is so big. And growing. I bring my hand back to his hair and pull back his head. "How about a private dance after this?" He smiles.