SIX INCH HEELS

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   I had a funny feeling in my stomach.

The same feeling I got when I'd first learned that I actually got hired for the stripper job.

It's the feeling you get; not when you're stepping out of your comfort-zone, but when one feels that thing's are in a way different from what they always were/should be.

It's the feeling you get when you know your whole life is about to spin around.

You might get it when you get accepted to a far away college, get a new dog, get engaged or even pregnant. I hate this feeling.

I might now be a succesfull stripper, but I'd always enjoyed to live settled and a calm life. I'm a routine person, not much for extroversy.

Getting out of the usual bothered me. That's why becoming a stripper hit me so hard. From a soon-to-be Australian law student to a stripper in New Orleans. The change had been epic, but now, years had passed by and it had turned ordinary, it was my routine. Being a stripper was my new comfort zone and I enjoyed it.

But getting to the point: I'd just had the best sex of my life with my high-school crush. Still the idea of him and his friends being near me, changed everything.

It all felt like it was a piece wrongly put in the puzzle.

Luke Hemmings didn't belong in this puzzle, he belonged back home, in Australia, with my old life. Not here. In my puzzle.

And not to mention: When was I going to come clean to him about who I was? What if the boys had already told him?

Everything was a mess and I just sat in my small apartment's couch and stressfully ate doritos.

I needed to talk to Matilda.

Mr. Hemmings had left a long time ago but it was already 3pm and the club was bound to be full of day drinkers. I slid in some black leggings and an ugly yet comfy sweater. I bolted out the door and ran down the stairs to the club.

Classic rock played through the big room in a low volume and people sat by the bar, drinking beer and eating nuts. Jackson was doing day hours.

Fuck, Jackson.

Even if we weren't officially together I'd just cheated on him with Luke.

Still, I refused to remember the events of last night because just thinking of Luke's lips moaning, made my parts tingle.

I looked around and around, finally spotting Matilda smiling and sitting by some of our every-day customers.

She looked so happy, I wasn't going to stop her from leaving but I needed to know the details of all this transition.

I made eye contact with her.

Today she wore a purple wig, natural make-up and a flashy black dress. Her toned arms making her look strong, still (with her mole and all) men here went crazy for her.

She excused herself from her fan club, whom she'd been probably telling about the great news.

She came towards me bearing a smile. It was weird, I was used to her fake-frowning at me...

"Jane!" she greets.

"Matilda! Hey, uhm, can we sit down and talk?" I ask and she agrees.

She soon filled me in with the details of her beautiful evening with Mr.Hemmings.

Turns out that Luke's Mom and Dad had gotten divorced.

The wife took half of his money.

Mr.Hemmings as a way to piss off his Ex-wife; decided to get back his money by investing on the thing she hated the most: a strip club.