I'm not a Pole Dancer. I am a Performer.

When I was younger I aways dreamed of being a ballerina. I remeber watching such ballets as The Nutcracker, Romeo and Juliet and, my favourite, Swan Lake. I loved the elegant way the dancers would glide across the stage, moving effortlessley to the music. My mom took me to ballet lessons when I was 4 years old, but to the ballet teacher's and my moms annoyance, I quit when I was 15. It wasn't because I wasn't good at ballet, in fact I was quite the ballerina, as my mom would say, and I was always the lead in all the end of season shows. It was because I wanted to party and get pissed with my mates instead of being screeched at 24/7 by some old bat with her tits by her knees. Also, as I got older, I didn't want to be a ballerina anymore. I didn't know what to do, so now I'm stuck in my parents house at 18 years old with no job, no money and no where to go. My phone beeped. At least I had my gorgeous boyfriend. I smiled as I grabbed my purse  and ran for the door.

"Where do you think you're going? It's 10 at night!" My dad muttered without bothering to look up from his paper. I sighed. We have this argument almost every night.

"Im meeting Kyle!" I sighed. I usually would have ran out of the door at this point for I couldn't find my key to get out of the front door.

"I want you back at 11"

"For gods sake dad Im 18 not 8!" 

"You can do as you bloody well please as soon as you get a dam job and a place to live, but for now you're under my roof so you obey my rules" He replied, still not looking up from his precious paper. I finally found my key hidden it my purse so without a second glance I whipped open to the door and fell into the arms of Kyle, my brown haired angel. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.

"Hi babe. You ready to go or do I have to leave a sacrafice for your dad first?" Kyle joked. I pushed him away and laughed. I felt sorry for Kyle having to put up with my dad checking up on him, making sure Kyle isn't going to murder me or, worse still, get me pregnant. 

"Ha ha very funny. Come on lets go before he starts chasing us with his pitchfork" I slid into the passenger seat and couldn't help grin as I watched Kyle get in after me. I just couldn't understand how a hot and kind guy like him could fall for a disasater like me. But I was never going to complain about that. He stared at me with his ocean blue eyes before switching on the engine and getting into gear. We were going to Kyle's friends bar because we got everything for free, and it had a pretty good atmosphere.

"Babe, if you don't mind, Sam and his girlfriend are hanging with us tonight"

"Sam has a girlfriend? Don't make me laugh" I smirked. Sam was a player and would sometimes take home 5 girls to his flat in one night, but he didn't have girlfriends. He hated commitment.

"That's what I said! But serisouly his girlfriend is well nice" I shot him an evil glance. "Her personality! She has a nice personality" He laughed as he saw me scrunch up my face.

"If you say so honey" I looked at my wild blonde hair in my compact mirror and hoped no one would notice that I looked like one of those cave women.

"She also has a big rack"

"What?!" I shouted, but I couldn't help laughing as I clipped him round the ear.

We arrived at the bar and cut past the que, as we always do. The bouncer recognised us and gave Kyle one of those man hugs before we walked in and saw Sam waving frantically at us. After we greeted eachother and bought drinks we all sat down at a small wobbly table in the corner. I couldn't help but notice that the girl sitting opposite me, Sam's girlfriend, did indeed have huge tits that could no way be real. I would have to get the name of her surgeon. Suddenly Kyle and Sam were chatting away about this club Sam went to last night so I was left to introduce myself to Sam's girlfriend. She had light chocolate coloured skin and jet black hair so big and wavy it was in competition with my embarrising cave woman hair. I could see what Sam saw in her and so could everyone else in the room. I could see some of the lads across the bar staring at her as if they see her reugulary.

"Hi, Im Brookyln but call me Brook, Im Kyle's girlfriend" I introduced myself as politely as I could. I could sense this girl looking me up and down, checking me out as though she was one of the lads.

"Heya sweetie Im Sofia but everyone calls me Bambi. Its my stage name so Im more used to people calling me Bambi" She giggled while stroking her hair. Then it hit me.

"Stage name? Do you perform in the theatre down the road? Im sure Ive..."

"No sweetie!" She laughed, flashing her pearly white teeth. "Im a...artist. A dancer."

"Ballet dancer? I used to do ballet!" 

"No, Im a pole dancer! Oh dont look so shocked. How do you think me and Sam met?" To be honest this did make sense. The only place Sam meets girls is in seedy clubs and down alleyways. "It was so romantic. He would come watch me every day that I performed and he always paid me..."

"Isnt pole dancing just slutty dancing while stripping? No offence" I interupted. I can't believe she called herself an artist just because she can rub herself against a pole all night for horny old men for money. Ballet is an art. Slutty dancing is not. Anyone who's had a phew drinks can so that.

"Sweetie, trust me, pole dancing is a wonderful thing to watch" she replied, looking hurt. Good.

"You bet it is!" Sam shouted raising his beer in the air. Kyle burst out laughing. I was so embarresed. No wonder everyone was staring. They must recognise Bambi from when she does her stripping! 

"Look. Come down tomorrow and watch me and my girls perform, and who knows you could have a go yourself!" I looked at her with disgust. I would rather stab myself with one of Bambi's riduclous heels that she was wearing. 

"Why not? It will be a laugh" Kyle begged. Well he would obviously want me to do it. I bet Sam would start begging in a bit. 

"Dont be boring! I thought you were 18 not 80!" Sam shouted, in his normal drunk state. That hurt. I wasnt boring. Im the one who always gets the party started and ends up with the fittest boy in the building, not to brag or anything. Plus dad would hate it.

"Fine! Ill show you whose boring!" Everyone cheered. And from that moment, everything started to go wrong.