A Risky Kind of Business

17; So many life questions

17:

 I looked out at the audience. I was actually doing this. Something I would have never, ever expected myself to do in a million, billion years. I had such a rush of adrenaline though as I walked out here onto the stage. I glanced over at Charlie who was acting as if this was what she normally did or something. I loved that about Char, she wouldn't act like she was afraid so that you would feel more self confidence. And it usually helped, and right now I figured no one knows who I am, and I will never seen any of these people again. So what did it really matter anyways? 

I strolled over to the designated pole and took one last deep breathe before I let myself free. I grabbed the pole and began twirling myself around. I glanced around at other people, taking some notes on what to do. I mean I have had no experience in this, so what was I suppose to do? Naturally I just watch what everyone else does. So I spun around, moving up and down, and shaking my *ss. I have realized I got some attention as a few dollar bills were thrown in my direction. 

Hey this isn't such a hard way to make money, eh? 

I do not think I would actually ever be a stripper though. I would feel so dirty and disguste with myself. Especially the men who come into these places. It would be like wanting yourself to get raped if that makes any sense. I just feel violated wearing barely any clothes and having these guys' eyes glued to my body. 

Once the song was over, the announcement said we would do one more dance on the pole before we had to go give anyone who wanted a lapdance or whatever. I have no idea what they are talking about. 

I looked over at Charlie again and she had a panicked look on her face, but quickly covered it up before she quickly smiled, assuring me everything would be okay. Ugh here's something I will only do once in my life. I assure you and will re-assure you that I am never ever being a stripper. No matter what circumstances. Then again you always hear the stories of girls who have to strip so they can get money and live life. I mean I personally think there are a hundred different other options but whatever. Maybe it's just there excuse to strip. You never know. 

After the last dance was over, I began to feel really worried. Queasy in the stomach and my palms were sweating, I really really began to feel uncomfortable when it came to this. I mean I never was really one to do anything like this. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Deep breathes, deep breathes. 

"Mickey you look like you are going to throw up or something." Charlie commented, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

"I might just be a little afraid for this but you know, it's all about taking risks in life." I said, smiling at her. 

"You do not have to do this." Charlie said, laughing at me.

"As much as I do not want to do something, I am here for you through thick and thin." I told her, and started walking over to some random guy. (Deep breathe, deep breathe). 

I was so glad when that terrible lap dance was over. I felt so violated and could not have had a more dirty guy. Just everything about him made me want to throw up. Like how can someone not want to keep themselves cleaned up? Eweeee. 

"Mickey we did it!" Charlie exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. 

"Did what?" I asked, smiling at her. 

"We stripped. We were strippers." 

"Charlie, please tell me you are not proud." I said, shaking my head. 

"Maybe just a little." Charlie muttered, shrugging her shoulders. 

"You are insane." 

"But you still love me."