Tori POV
Bodies, sweat, music, rhythm. It was an absolute frenzy of raging hormones that reeked of cigarette smoke and expensive alcohol.
The swaying of my hips acted like a sirens song to the rambunctious men on the floor, every dip, swing, and pause captivating them further. Sure, being a dancer in this type of place wasn't ideal however, it paid the bills, I was looked after and I loved it.
I loved the riches, the clothes and the expensive liquor. I loved the attention and the fame, I felt good.
I stick to the beat of the music, making sure to collide with every thump of the bass, the crowd is unusually large tonight and it's making me nervous. Nervous being an unfamiliar feeling with me. My songs end for the hour however, so I slowly detach from the pole making sure to lure in the last little bit I can before I leave the stage.
Ace my security guard is already waiting for me to ensure the prevention of any unwanted groping, but i'm told by him that my boss wants me in his office. It's with this fear courses its way through my body. Did I do bad? Did I do good?
His warm hand glides its way to the small of my back, gently pushing and guiding me to the dark office down the long smoke filled corridor in the back of the club.
Until i'm greeted with him.
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This is short but i'm trying to overcome my writers block that i've had for the past year, so enjoy if you can. Try to write soon.
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