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

From Top to Bottom.

It had been 3 months since me and Kyle had broken up. Not that I was counting or anything. After my ankle had finally healed up after 6 long weeks I went straight back to pole dancing, since I had no reason not to now. I had gotten so much fitter, health wise and looks wise, my body was looking hotter than ever, if I may say so myself, I was earning more money than my dad and Kyle did put together, and I had discovered a new found confidence in myself. What was not to like? Talking of my dad, I hadn't seen him since my dramatic exit from his ghastly prison months ago. Good riddance. Same goes with Kyle. Who needs a boyfriend when you can get any boy you want for the night and then not have to make him breakfast or clean his dirty socks? I'm not a slag, I just don't want commitment. I mean what lad wants their girlfriend wearing teeny tiny clothes while shaking their fine derrière in front of a room full of paying customers? Kyle sure didn't.

"Girl, you gotta stop daydreaming!" Bambi boomed, clicking her perfect manicured nailed fingers in front of my face. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and back into my flat. We had been discussing something tedious and Bambi could tell I hadn't heard a word of what she said. Oh, did I mention? I bought myself a new flat. I had moved into Angel's flat after the break up, but I quickly earned myself enough dough to buy myself my own city view, two bedroom crib, mini bar included. It wasn't long till Bambi moved on from Sam into my flat, but I was glas since I wanted a flat mate anyway. I've seen enough horror movies to know that living alone can get you into heaps of problems with ghosts and what not. "What you thinking of? It can't be more important than sequined heels" Bambi moaned. I couldn't tell if she was joking.

"I was just thinking..."

"About Kyle? Babe, you've moved on, he's moved on" she interrupted.

"No! No way, I was thinking about life and...stuff" I sighed. Bambi put down her super glue and cheap Primark heels, and shuffled up closer to me. 

"Whatdoyamean? This is about Kyle, isn't it!" Bambi complained, shoving me playfully.

"NO! You know, just how at the beginning of the year I was a sad pathetic loser in a dead end relationship, with no job and no money. Now look at me!" I couldn't help but smile.

"Interesting story, not, now about these heels..."

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"5 minutes Boo!" 

Boo is my stage name. For this week anyway. I like to keep my stage name fresh to keep people surprised. Bambi sometimes calls me Boo randomly, and if people wanted to boo me during my performance? Well I would just smile and thank them for cheering my name! I've had to put up with people booing me before, but its just water of a ducks back. Doesn't bother me one bit. Zilch.

"Here is your heel Boo. Good luck girl! Remember..."

"Big smile, sexy eyes and pointed feet" I smiled as I recited 'Angel's rules to a badass babe'.

"You got it girl" Angel winked as she playfully spanked me. I pulled on my sequined heels (thank you Bambi) checked myself in the mirror one last time and made my way to the side of the stage. I love this bit. The excitement. The not knowing what or who's out there. The nerves. I channeled all this energy and took a deep breath. The lights dimmed as PussyKat exited the stage. This was it. I had done this a million times now. I didn't see it as a job. I saw it as fun. I took my starting position on the pole while having a quick look at the audience. A lot of regulars, or as I like to call them, fans, and a few middle aged and below men. Even a few women. Not bad. Suddenly the beats started from my favourite song to dance to 'Mamma knows best' and I felt myself become a performer. I moved about the pole seductively, while giving a few of my fans a cheeky wink. I smiled a friendly smile at the women while looking erotically at the younger men. I held myself upside down, only holding on with my legs, a trick Bambi had taught me well. In the glitter, lights and sequins, I felt powerful, demanding cheers and applause from my abiding audience. My hands were sweating and the glitter hurt my eyes, but all of that was forgotten. For those 3 minutes and 15 seconds I forgot all about Kyle, my parents and about life, because performing was my life now, and it was pure bliss. Finally the song got near to the end and I whipped of my bra, and laughed playfully as the audience cheered and whooped my name. I curtsied politely and waved as I made my way off stage.

"You've done it again Brook! Bambi squealed, dragging me into a tight hug. The other dancers also congratulated me as I got dressed into my final outfit. My jaw ached from smiling too much but it was a pain that I happily accepted.

After finishing my final song, I strutted off stage to the sound of wild applause and hopped into the shower in the basement. I ripped off my fake eyelashes and began the transformation from Boo to Brook. The shower had been fitted a few weeks ago since we were sick of having to walk home sweating and smelling like old fake tan. The basement was only full of old papers about payments so Danny got them fitted. Danny is my boss by the way and he owns this place. He's a genuinely nice guy with a six pack and biceps big enough to kill. But he also has a pet rabbit, but don't tell anyone that cause he would kill me. I turned on the water and the cold water ran over my naked body. I was grateful for the cold water on my sore muscles. I held my face up to the water and let it wash off most of my makeup with the help of some vicious rubbing. I started humming 'Sparkling Diamonds' which had been my final song, as I turned up the heat on the shower. There's no heating in the basement and the cold water had done it's job. As I continued humming I heard the door to the shower room open. It was probably one of the other girls. I continued humming as my eyes were full of water so there was no point trying to see who it was. Suddenly I felt a strong hand wrap around my mouth.

"Scream and I'll fucking kill you, you little whore!" A man whispered in my ear, his voice like venom. He was strong. I instinctively started to struggle to get out of his grip but it was no use. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn'y break free from his stone like arms. I moaned loudly, trying not to scream as he help something sharp into my back. It had to be a knife. I tried shouting, to reason with him but it only came out in muffled cries.

"Listen here you filthy whore, I hope you die you piece of scum! You're nothing, you're not worth anything and you never will be worth anything! You're just a filthy prostitute!" The man muttered angrily while pulling me from the shower. My heart raced and I had never felt so naked in my life. My eyes filled with tears as I knew there was nothing I could do. No one could hear me. I imagined my lifeless body lying on the shower room floor, and I cried even more as the intruder threw me against a wall. I didn't want to look at him, but I couldn't help noticing that this man was one of my regulars. One of my fans. He stumbled a bit so I knew he had been drinking. My thoughts raced at a hundred miles and hour as my body froze still. My head pounded from where it had hit the wall. Suddenly he pinned me to the wall and held the knife to my neck. He stared at my naked body and I felt sick. I felt dirty. He bashed his mouth against mine as he used his other hand to explore my body. The knife stung against my neck but his hands and mouth felt like fire attacking my body. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to muffle loud protests but I just sounded like an animal caught in a trap. When I thought things couldn't get worse, he started unzipping his fly. I cried again and made one last attempt to break free, but I could feel my energy leaving my body. There was nothing I could do.

To be continued...