I take a deep breath. The world always seems as if it stops before this moment. Why am I here? Why do I keep doing this? I was raised better than this; but yet-- i still do it.
I walk, my heels click against the hard marbel floor. I squint my eyes as the light shines brighter."YEAH!"
"C'MON!"
"SHOW ME THAT ASS NIQUE NIQUE!"
"WOOOO!"
I hit center stage and start riding the pole along with the noise of the music. Guys in the audience between the ages of 19 thru 90 sit in the audience; flaunting their money, grabbing their junk, hollering at me, begging me to come into their beds. I just to my job-- look sexy, take tips, and act like I enjoy what I'm doing.
I do several pole tricks then get back on both legs to stand on the floor and join in a group syncronized routine with the other 17 girls in the act with me.
I constantly look down at the men, their acting like animals. Cold blooded, sex crazy animals. But thats my thought in every show I'm in. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday.
I hit a final pose in a squat position with my ass all out in a black thong with my fishnet leggings. The croud goes crazy. Money gets tossed on the stage. I smoothly grab as much money as I can then walk backstage to my little area.
I have a whole mirror to myself. I'm one of 6 other girls that have their own mirrors reserved just for them. I sit in my chair and lean all my weight forward to rest on my legs. I take a deep breath then count my money.
"70.. 80...90...100.....150...230...245.... God, such a slow night!" I throw the cash in my purse then take my heels off and take another deep breath. I'm so worn out. I have damn near no money, I have to play the daycare $150 for this month for my song Demetri.
Demetri, my little angel. Conceived by mistake, but cared for with my love. A 6 year old, Thomas the Choo Choo Train loving little boy. Knows nothing about my life but he is very smart and I'll be damned if he is to find out.
I put my sweat suit on, grab all my belonging, then walk out of the back door to head home.
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Authors Note:
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