Rome

The Pilot

Roman POV

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock at 4 p.m. sharp like every single Saturday. I got up from my creaky old broken down bed. I stretched my arms out, hitting the ceiling of my tiny apartment. My apartment was made up of one bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room that was connected to the kitchen. If you could imagine, it is super small and everything is squished together. It's not the best, but it's the only thing I can afford on my paychecks. During the week, I'm a college student at California State University that works at a Starbucks from 5 p.m. to 11 p.m. Now during the weekend, it's a completely different job. I work as a cross-dressing stripper at Marley's Strip Club from 5 p.m. to 12:00 p.m. every Saturday and Sunday. They're not the best well paying jobs, but they pay the bills.

I went to the bathroom and did my nightly routine, before going to work. I took a quick shower, then went to my closet to find clothes. My closet is full of skirts, dresses, oversized sweaters, etc. When I first started working as a stripper, I was not a big fan of the idea of cross-dressing. In the end, it turns out I love to crossdress. I feel more confident in a skirt, than pants and sexier in a dress than a tux. Now I only wear female clothing, no matter where I am. I decided on wearing a white pencil skirt that goes to my midthigh with a navy blue sweater that was way bigger than me,so it hung loosely on me. I decided not to put on any makeup, since I'd have to redue it for work. I put my long, brown dreads in a messy bun. I slipped on my 3 inch white heels and grab my wallet, keys, phone, and head out.

Julius  POV

I'm on the job again tonight. Stake outs have become a natural event in my life. We've been scoping out a well known strip club, Marley's Strip Club. It was known for having both women and men strippers, either straight or gay. I've never been in Marley's, but that's about to change tonight. One of our operatives on the inside, told us of a drug deal that was going down in the Strip club.

It was 4:45 p.m., so we started to get prepared for the bust. As I was getting my bullet proof vest on and putting my gun in my holster, I saw the most beautiful sight. It was a beautiful women, but sadly she was gone in a flash, entering Marley's Strip Club. She probably works here, I don't know why, but I got angry of the idea of her working here. I stood there for a while, wishing I can see her beautiful mocha skin again. I was snapped out of it by my partner Charles Tokön.

Charles:"Hey man snap out! We're about to head in and scope it out. Are you going to stand there or come with?"

I instantly snapped out of my daydream. "Sorry man, just thinking about the bust. I'm ready, so let's go." I tried to sound more confident, so he doesn't know I was daydreaming about a stripper. I pulled my shirt over my vest and hide my gun holster.

We started walking to the entrance, only to be stopped by a bouncer asking for ID. We handed him our IDs. The bouncer looked sceptical at first, but soon gave them back and let us pass. We opened the door, but instead of loud talking, laughing, or any type of music it was quiet. Everyone was silently waiting in their chairs. The bartender beckoned us to sit down at the bar.

"Why is everyone so quiet?" Charles was quick to ask, but in a very whispered tone.

"Oh. This must be your first time here. Everyone is waiting for Mocha to come on stage."

I was about to ask who Mocha is, but the next thing I saw answered that question.

Roman POV

I entered Marley's at 4:45. I quickly passed through the main room and entered the dressing room. My co-workers and I all share one dressing room, the club owner being to cheap to build more. I saw Cupcake and Vanilla Swirl getting ready for work. Cupcake was a very short plump white girl, she worked on the opposite side of the club from me. Her her job was to attract straight men, but mine was to attract gay men. So of course we are separated at work. Vanilla Swirl on the other hand, works on the same side as me. Vanilla Swirl was a tall asian, that shows more skin than any other stripper here.

"Hey bitch!" Vanilla Swirl greeted me. "Girl, it is almost showtime and you showing up now! You got five minutes before you go on."

"Sorry. There was some construction going on, so I had to walk a different route." I quickly apologize and started getting ready. I quickly stripped from my clothes and put on my new performing outfit. It took me three minutes to finish my look. Before I left to the stage, I looked at the mirror, just to make sure I looked perfect.

I got out of the dressing room and walked behind the stage. The stage had curtains hanging down, so no one can see me yet. I looked around the crowd to see who came today. Most of them were the usual costumers, but I spotted someone new walking in. It was a man, shorter then myself, but with the aura of someone who can dominate. He was wearing black ripped jeans, that didn't hang loosely nor tightly. He was wearing a loose black tee, which sadly blocked the view of any type of tone chest this man had. He also had a black leather jacket that hugged his body perfectly, so it showed all his arm muscles. He was basically a daddy, just waiting for his a baby boy to appear. I'll appear soon just wait.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the stage Mocha!!"

Show time.