They Call Her Cherry - Book One

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Laelia's POV

Her heels clicked and clacked on the floor as she made her way towards the raised platform that was shaped like a T. Her hair swished as she made her way up the stairs, just as her name was being called, letting the crowd know just who they were about to see. They started chanting her name, the name of their favorite dancer as she sashayed down the platform. The room was dim, but she could clearly make out the grins of men and women, some slumped in there chair with a cigar in their mouth or some standing up getting closer to the stage, dollar bills in their hands.

She couldn't hear anything, she tuned out the music but she could tell it was loud because it vibrated the platform she was standing on. Her eyes moved towards the door, where seven boys that she worked with stood, along with her best friend. She didn't know what they were doing here, only her best friend knew she worked her, but if they wanted a show, they would get one.

She was known as Cherry in here, and you would never forget her name. A cherry that was meant for a keychain was hooked onto the strap of her 5 inch heels. She wore knee high black stockings with a red metallic strappy body suit. Her eyes were locked on the pole in front of her after she looked everyone in the eye who were watching, and then she gripped the pole and started doing what she was well known for here.

Her tricks

She started off slow, moving her hips to the beat of the music, going around the pole before gripping it tightly with both hands as she turned her body upside down, using all her upper body strength and no legs. One hand was close to the base of the pole and the other was farther up. Her legs wide open forming a V as she slowly moved her body, making her go around the pole. She then wrapped her legs around the pole and let go with her hands, earning cheers and shouts, and multiple bills thrown onto the platform. She hooked one arm around the pole and the other one was tightly grasping it as she started to wiggle her body, moving her hips the most. With her legs still wrapped around the pole, she slid down slowly, placing her hands on the ground, unwrapping her legs from the pole, she slowly changed positions from a handstand and into a split. She grinned at the crowd, stood up and grasped the pole, pulling herself up to the top again. She then hooked one leg over the pole and the other one under the pole, so the only thing holding her up was her legs as she glanced around, blowing kisses and waving.

She slide down again, one hand higher up on the pole and the other one hanging loosely, and then she swung around the pole, her legs moving with her, which everyone had just started calling this move the windmill because of the way her legs moved. She then stopped her legs from moving and just continued to swing her body around the pole, and then slowly rotated herself upside down. She was now grasping the pole with both hands as she did a split in the air. She then loosened her grip on the pole, causing her to fall to faster to the ground, but she trained well for this trick and quickly turned right side up, landing the trick, and shaking her butt as a bonus as everyone shouted and cheered, throwing money.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, she could tell she was a little bit sweaty as she quickly collected the money and made her way off stage. Before leaving she quickly looked at the entrance, a noticed that they weren't there anymore.

Diamond handed her a robe and towel, but not before smacking her ass on the way out as they made her way on to the stage for her turn. She quickly wiped her forehead and neck with her towel and wrapped her black robe around her, her favorite one because it had a hood. She unstrapped her heels in the middle of the hall way and took them off, making the rest of the way to her changing room barefoot.

"If you needed money you should've just asked." A voice said angrily as soon as she entered her changing room. She immediately frowned when she saw all of their faces, she hated when they didn't support something she did or didn't like something that she liked, which is why she didn't tell them in the first place. She glanced at her best friend, who didn't necessarily work with them but she knew what we did for a living. She was also the one person that she could tell anything to but clearly that wasn't the case anymore.