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

Brooke + Bambi = Disaster

I woke up the next morning with the worst hangover in my life. I felt like I had headbutted a wall repeatedly. I looked over to my side and saw Kyle sound asleep and I felt a sudden warmth glow inside of me. I had no angry dad screaming at me, no crying mom and no one yelling at me telling me to get up. This was perfect. While it lasted of course. It wasn't long till Bambi burst into my room, not caring that me and Kyle were both completely naked as things had gotten very hot last night. 

"Where's my little sexy dancer?" Bambi screeched, nearly bursting my eardrums. "Honey, you were the talk of the bar last night! Everyone wanted an encore!"

Somehow I doubted that. I hardly remember what happened last night, but the bits I do remember, I would rather forget. Though pole dancing had made me feel powerful, sexy and empowering for those few tiny minutes, I had felt pretty embarresed for the rest of the night. 

"Fuckoff Bambi, tryingtosleep" Kyle muttered into his pillow. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Before you say another word, I am never doing that again" I moaned, rubbing my head while trying to hold the duvet up to my chin.

"But sweetie! You were the talk of the bar! They want you back tonight! And they'll pay you!" Bambi waggled her eyebrows for some reason, as though this was her convincing technique. My ears pricked up. Money. I needed money. Hmm.

"No."

"Come on!"

"...How much?"

"Depends. Some girls earn £300 a night, some earn £1000 a night. Depends how good you are, and honey, you are beyond good. You are smoking" Bambi crawled closer as my temptation rose.

"Are you serious? How much do you usually earn?" I asked in shock. Bambi tapped her nose. I don't know how she does it, but for the second time, she had got me pole dancing. Who could turn down that amount of money for dancing on a pole? And I was desperate for the money. Bambi squeaked in happiness when I agreed and ran out to probably ring up the club to confirm I, Brooke, would be pole dancing for the second time in a row. I felt proud but I heard a voice in my head, telling me that I had no self-respect, that I was selling myself and for what? I pushed those thoughts out of my head as I tried to wake Kyle up.

"Kyle..."

"Grrrmmuhggh"

"I'm dancing again tonight"

"..." Kyle bolted up suddenly and stared at me. I sighed.

"Stop giving me that look. I can't live of air and good intentions for the rest of my life you know, I need money to live!"

"What? They're paying you?!" Kyle shouted. So much for not being shouted at in the morning. "Baby, you might as well be a prostitute!" 

"Prostitute and pole dancer are two very different things Kyle, and like I said, I need the money!" I pleaded, hoping he would just let just side with me, as I needed all the support I could get.

"Get a job in Top Shop or in Mcdonalds!" 

"I don't have any grades remeber? And they fired me from Mcdonalds for having a fag while cooking the nuggets! Please babe!" I begged.

"But there will be lads staring at you every night, imagining doing things to you, and you know how that's going to make me feel?"

"You didn't complain last night" I muttered.

"We were drunk and it was only for one night. Please baby" He looked into my eyes and did that puppy eye look. I stared at his hot naked toned body and knew there was only one answer.