A Love To Die For

👯Welcome to the stage👯

Layla
I walked out the back into the main dressing area, past jiggling asses, bouncing titties and ho-gossip.
I stood before the full length mirror next to the main stage and examined my self. 5'5 in my gold stilettos, shimmer body spray had my skin reflecting light like diamonds . My boy shorts and matching bralette were both a pale gold while my hair, flowed down my shoulders. I looked liked a gold statue. As I heard the DJ doing my bit I took a deep breath ready to get this over with .
"The sweetest body you'll ever see, welcome to the stage....Honey"
Mike cooed sounding like a 70's disco cat.
As "Love like honey" played I walked on stage and began dancing, twisting and winding like a pro. And that's exactly what I was.
*******
At sixteen I left home and school and came to here to "The Diamond" a popular strip club in Atlanta that attracted all kinds of ballers, rappers, athletes and even government officials.
Being 16 I , of course, started out as a waitress making what I thought was good money. $12 dollars an hour working anywhere from 8 to 10 hours a night. I got a small apartment (in my bosses name) and figured I was doing better than most. That is until I realized how much the dancers made.
At first it was hard to convince Rizzo , my boss/play brother, to let me dance . He'd told me he liked my innocence and didn't want me on stage naked for anyone to see. He also said he didn't think I could handle it....and he was right.
My first gig was a private party for Rizzo and his boys. They were there to discuss business & he promised very few of them would even be paying attention to me. With the club hosting up to 400 guests at a time this was more of an audition than anything.
In the car we smoked a blunt as he explained these things to me and tried one last time to convince me not to dance . I told him I didn't wanna hear it and walked inside.
One of the girls had given me a 4 piece leather and cheetah print outfit that included a thong and skimpy bra. I cringed as the material was swallowed by my ass cheeks, I dressed quickly and got up on stage.
Suddenly the blunt and 2 shots of liquid courage I had evaporated. I felt immediately sobered, frozen to the spot where I stood. I frantically searched the crowd of 40 (more than I expected) for Rizzo . I found him in the back at a table of 3 others . They seemed to be in deep conversation but Rizzo's eyes were on me . He shook his head in disapproval as my eyes began to water. His features soon softened as he called to a man who hurried to the table. After a short discussion the man scurried away. Rizzo nodded at me and gave a smile that said "Even though you disappoint me I still support " and soon after the lights and fast twerking music were cut off.
Suddenly a spotlight was above me, making it so the crowd could focus on me but I couldn't see them. I stopped shaking and took a deep breath as the music switched back on , slower this time. I didn't know the song but I was sure it was Chris Brown, the beat and his smooth voice made my hips want to sway, and so they did .
I glanced toward a flash in the back, it was Rizzo lighting a blunt . I grinded and undressed through 4 songs, one for each piece of clothing I removed. By the time I was finished I was ass naked, exhausted and humiliated. I began to walk off stage when I realized I'd forgotten an adjective; PAID!
I doubled back and scooped up the money from the stage. Rizzo drove me home that night and stayed with me as he often did. We didn't do anything, never had , as he was more of a brother to me.
I felt dirty after the night so I took a shower, threw on some pjs and cried on his shoulder. After I got myself together he asked how much I made. Not knowing the answer I told him to help me count
"$1600 from a couple of niggas ?! Just think how much I could make on a regular night! " I exclaimed
Rizzo, still unsure if I could handle it, asked if I was ready for a regular night. I asked if I could preform like I did tonight and if dancing really meant flashing my pussy at niggas all night. He grimaced at the thought .
"You can have the stage for 30 minutes a night but you gone keep your waitress position to cover the rest of your hours... and no you ain't gotta get naked." He said
"I don't wanna wait on them grimey ass nig-"
"So you'd rather wave yo ass around for em!?" He yelled cutting me off.
We sat in silence for a while.
"No more than 30 minutes a night Silk... I'll find you something else to do for the rest of yo hours "
And with that he left me to my thoughts. That was over 3 years ago.