Worth It

Initiation

It was loud, and noisy but that was a typical Friday night, and everyone knew that. They were all prepared with bouncers at the door, and extra security lurking around the back lots in case any guests decided they wanted to take a piece of the girls home. Glass Slipper was having its weekly Friday night glamour, with high profile after high profile customers arriving. Yes even Boston from time to time had celebrity sightings, as well as large business owners visiting.

"You ready miss Darcy?" Behind the main stage a gaggle of strippers stood in waiting as the house filled up with customers. The question came from a girl in a yellow sequined pin up outfit, with big red curls. Daisy.

"Ready as I'll ever be. Let's knock 'em dead ladies!" Out through the doors emerged Darcy. She was also in sequins in gold however, much smaller sequins, her outfit pin up as well, with black stilettos.

"Gentlemen, and ladies if you have so chosen to be here, please welcome to the stage your entertainment this evening," one by one the girls filtered out of the curtain as music began to play. The house was packed tonight, a bachelor party taking up the front three rows.

"We have for your pleasure tonight, Daisy," He paused letting the spotlight capture each girl, "Misty, Rose, Laila, Peach, and our lovely Darcy."

'Darcy' made her way into the stage, staring out at the packed house. Smoke rose from the smoking section as cigars were lit, and the loud mumbled talking lowered as attention turned to her and the other girls. The music picked up, and the show began. She tossed back the hair of her curly dark wig, and lowered herself, letting the men stare at her thin stocking covered legs. This continued, her walking out the stage to the front row bachelor party, gyrating.

"Go in go on! Paddy! Paddy!" The men at the table cheered as the spotlight focused on 'Darcy' but caught 'Paddy' as well.

"Oh come on...paddy is it? You can give me a tip, I'm not shy," She said seductively, leaning down over him. He ran a hand through his dark curls, his blue eyes staring up into the green ones on stage.

"I- I've never really, oh fine," Patrick found himself placing the stacks of bills in her hand. 'Darcy' clasped his hand, lifting it to her supple chest where she tucked the money away. With a wink of a green eye she was gone back upstage before the girls suddenly filtered out.

Each dancer had their own section to travel through, misty took smoking tonight, daisy took the far back, rose to the middle, Laila to the right, peach to the left. That left Darcy to the center again. Her heels made clicking sounds as she walked down the steps, right into the mass of men.

"Well isn't she a beaut,"

"Damn fine as hell,"

They whispered among themselves as she got closer, smirking at them.

"So which of you is fighting over me?" Darcy asked, a hand on her hip. They all stumbled over themselves to say me, which made Darcy chuckle.

"You are all so sweet." She giggled, walking between the seats. Her long fingers ran through their hair each, as she got close to them. The music picked up as her hips swayed, stepping in front of the men.

"Damn girl." One of the men swore, watching her lower and rise, her green eyes staring at him. Patrick turned his head, watching from the corner of his eye. There was something about Darcy that was so intriguing.

"Would you like a drink?" He turned to face another girl in a grey pin up suit, with long silvery hair. Patrick nodded, taking a jack and coke from the tray. He took a long sip of the amber liquid, his dark blue eyes flickering up to the stage where poles were rising from the floor. He sighed, unsure what he was actually doing there. This was supposed to be his bachelor party, his last night of freedom before the big day. His wedding but he wasn't excited.

"So I heard its your last night a free man, huh?" Darcy cooed, her hands tousling Patrick's curls. Chills spread up his back as she caught him off guard.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, suppose it is. What's it to you?" He asked the dancer as she poised for a lap dance, teasing him. The space between them was hot and stuffy, she leaned in.

"It means tonight I give you the best night you've ever had," Darcy whispered, hovering her hand over his body before the music changed, and sirens played to alert the dancers back up stage. She snapped up, turning on a heel, giving Patrick a fantastic view of her firm ass before swaying up to the stage. He gasped, surprised by the sudden turn of events, not even aware how attracted he was to the dancer. The girls lined up in front of their poles before swinging onto them. Darcy slid down, leaning off the side, winking at a few males in the audience until her eyes caught Patrick's again. The rest of the room drowned out as they stared at each other. Darcy was sweating now, pumping up and down on the pole, crouching low. Patrick took a deep breath, watching as his friends threw bills on stage, and nudged him to do the same. Slowly he reached into his wallet, a couple twenties in his hand. He stood up, reaching across the stage to throw them towards Darcy. She bent over, giggling as she picked them up.

"Looks like I've got a favorite here tonight. Just three more of those bills and you get a private booth for the night...what do you say?" Her lines were clearly rehearsed, the flirting very typical, but something drew her in. Patrick tugged at his collar, feeling flushed as the he felt the blood run through his body.

"It is my bachelor party isn't it now? Of course I'd love an encore of you," He turned on the charm, handing her the bills, knowing that no matter what he said or did she would take them anyway. Darcy's face lit up as she took the extra bills, she stood a little bit taller.

"Rooms start in about five minutes, I'll led you when it's ready." Darcy told him before she turned back to the pole. One of Patrick's buddies clapped him on the back, hooting.

"You got a private booth man!" He crowed and Patrick returned with a grin. Blood rushed through his veins he felt on fire, some of it from the alcohol pulsating through him the other half adrenaline. Patrick took a swig of his drink, sitting back as the girls all filtered back, and Darcy winked at him. He felt dirty, and like he was cheating on Jill, but it made him want it even more. Patrick wanted to be filthy as hell.