Fear | K.th [Editing]

Weak [29°]

"Ladies and gentlemen, making her debut on this very stage,"

Taking a deep breath, I try relaxing my nerves as I listen for my cue to step onto stage; the announcer introducing me. This was going to be my first performance and I needed to go all out. Fortunately, I had memorized my dance moves that went along with the song I would be stripping to in time. All I had to do was forget about the crowd and do my own thing. "Good luck, Rosy!" I glance over at Solar who smiles and cheers me on, throwing up two thumbs. I smile fondly and nod, thanking her before sauntering onto the stage when the announcer calls my name.

"I give you; Golden Rose."

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Sweating and panting I gracefully walk off stage after my performance, grinning when I hear the crowd shouting my name for more. Solar runs up to me, jumping up and down in excitement. "Oh my God! You were so hot! I think I've fallen in love!" She places her arm on her forehead, fanning herself. I laugh at her actions, taking out the money that was slipped in my panties while grinding on the stage before snapping my head toward a bunch of girls who start coming forward to praise me on my performance.

I thank every one of them graciously. This stripping shit was pretty fun; get $100 bills thrown on you from just dancing sensually. I knew I should've dropped out of high school to become a stripper. HA.

"Hwasa and Wheein, you're up next!"

I gasp when I get shoved in the shoulder from someone walking by, turning around to see who did that with a frown on my face. Hwasa glances over her shoulder at me, a sneer on her face. "You were in my spotlight for a second, just had to put you back into your place, honey." She smirks as she walks out onto the stage, Wheein casting me a glance before following her partner.

I scowl at the both of them, wanting to sock them in the face just once. "Don't worry about them," I look over at Solar when she places her hand on my arm as comfort, showing me a small smile. "They think just because they're ranked number one they can treat everyone like shit."

My brow raises at the word 'ranking,' suddenly becoming more interested in what she meant by that. "We're ranked, here?" I ask, earning a nod in return.

She curls a strand of her hair with her finger as she explains. "Bobby decides who's ranked whatever number by the crowds behavior toward every stripper. If you're on the higher ranks you get more benefits and basically slack off, but if you're on the lower ranks you get treated like shit and you have to take shit from everyone else. I guess, it's like a fraternity and hazing and all that shit--um, wanna make out?"

Since I'm the newbie I'm the lowest, but there's no way I'm letting these girls step on me without a fight. Just give me two weeks and I'll have everyone wrapped around my finger and kneeling before me--or if they give me shit; when I finally leave, I'll pay a small visit and kill every one of them.

I smirk, lifting up my chin and caressing Solar's cheek. "Thanks for the tip, Baby girl." I wink before walking off, not before noticing the slight blush on her cheeks by my words and actions.

I could use her.

"Hey, Solar?" Her head perks up. I stop walking, turning toward her. "Come to my room after your show?" She grins and begins to nod at my suggestion, timidly waving bye.