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

Eyes Squeezed Shut

With the world around me plunging into a dark abyss, my unconscience mind had somehow decided to let me accept what was going to happen. A tear escaped from my tightly shut eyes as I wondered whether my heart would explode out of my bare chest. But what happened next is still a mystery. With me forced into a paralytic state I had sadly accepted my fate until after what seemed a lifetime, the hands of the mad attacker fell from my body. Within a split second my instincts told me to run, run straight through the shower room door, up the stairs and into the arms of Bambi who must have heard me climbing clumsily up the stairs. I didn't care that I was soaking and in the nude, being in Bambi's arms felt a million times better than being in the arms of that attacker. I shook uncontrollably as I sobbed into her outfit.

"Boo, what's wrong baby?" Bambi cried as she stroked my damp hair. Before I could reply, a couple of the girls dragged over Frank the security guard and pointed down the stairs. "Let's get you some warm clothes" Bambi looked around at the piles of skimpy costumes and had to settle for a trench coat from the lost and found box. She pulled the coat over my shaking body and I felt a warm relief settle into my bones. The girls had crowded round me now, though a few of them were wating hesitantly at the top of the basement door looking into the dark to see if they could catch a glimpse of Frank beating the shit out of my attacker. I did a silent prayer that I would never see his face again. Angel came rushing over with some questionable coffee and I sipped in gracefully after being sat down in Danny's office, at the opposite side of the building. My hands shook violently and some coffee spilt down my coat but my mind wasn't noticing the dark stains on the grubby material, it was constantly keeping me aware of my surroundings, and wether the attacker was in them. I had only been in Danny's office once before, and to be honest I had just been as scared then, but Danny's strong Irish accent had managed to help me relax and to stop pulling my top up incase I was showing too much cleavage in my sexy cat outfit. Meow.

"Don't go!" I squeaked at Bambi as she and Angel edged towards the door. I stared, begging through teary eyes. Bambi bit her lip, and nodded at Danny.

"You're alright, aren't ya" Danny grinned cheekily, instantly warming my worn out heart. I turned back round to Danny and attempted to give him a smile back. I heard the creaky door shit behind me as I carefully sipped my coffee, which became more undrinkable with each drop. "What's that shit ya got in your hand, eh? I wouldn't give that to my worst enemy, here have some of this" I thankfully placed down my devil's drink and once again attempted to make up a smile of my sore tearful face as he passed me a dark alcoholic liquid. "Have a little help from my good pal Jack Daniel's" Danny laughed as he poured himself some in a small antique looking glass. I gulped back the drink hoping it would help towards removing my memory but instead left a sour taste in my mouth. Danny stared on as though he was analyzing me, like the first time I was in here. To be honest, I couldn't understand half of what he said back then either, but the way the words poured from his mouth like a waterfall had me hooked.

"Thank you" I grinned after getting my breath back, holding the glass tightly between both hands.

"What happened my love? The girls have got in a bit of a flap over some man in the showers, apparently, though I'm sure it's not the first time they've got excited over that" Danny joked but the sudden memory of the man in the shower felt like no laughing matter. Danny's strong laugh faded into an awkward silence and a head scratch. I couldn't help notice his huge biceps as he raised his arm to scratch his short black hair. "Oh shit, you're the girl who broke your ankle on stage!" Danny roared with laughter like thunder, and clapped his hands like a seal at a show, awaiting it's award.

"He tried to rape me. He held a knife to my fucking throat and...his hands..." I burst into tears, still tightly holding the cup in both hands.I tried to stop myself, still conscience that there was a guy in the room and I looked like a right state, but the tears just burst out.