(Glitter POV)
1987
(Announcer)
"Everybody please welcome to the stage, Candy Apple!!"
I can hear the song 'You Give Love a Bad Name' followed by shouts and whistles, drifting down the hall towards the dressing room. Just another night at the Dollhouse, I think to myself. Just then I hear Lone Star Lolita (we all just call her Lita) shout "Hey Glitter hurry up! Your up next!"
"Coming!" I call back.
Standing, I take one last look in the mirror, tugging down my white lace mini skirt towards my pink garter. While adjusting my matching white lace pushup bra, I can't help staring. Something's still not right. I lean down on the tabletop looking closely. Analyzing every aspect of my makeup. Pale pink and lavender glitter eye shadow. That's fine. Simple black eyeliner. Nothing wrong there. Just when I start to think, it's all in my mind. Nothing more than nerves. My eyes lite on my lips. It's the red lipstick I put on before getting up thats throwing my whole look off balance. There's not much time to fix this. I can hear the song coming to an end, which means Candy will be done soon. Then its my turn. I hurriedly grab a Kleenex and start wiping off the garish red, replacing it with a more subtle sparkling pink gloss. No sooner than I put the cap back on the gloss, I hear the announcer introducing me to the stage.
"Next up we have the one and only GLITTER!!"
Standing behind the midnight blue velvet curtain, I can feel the beat of the song starting. "I've put a spell on you....." That's my que. Pushing through the curtain, I start my sultry walk down the stage, grabbing the pole and doing a slow spin. Mixing with the song I can hear the catcalls and whistles. I admit when I first started doing this five years ago, the shouts excited me. But now it's just meaningless. As I start a slow grind on the pole, some man calls out "Bring it over here baby!" Mentally I roll my eyes, but outwardly I flash him my brightest smile. The more personable you are, the bigger the tips. Getting down on my hands and knees, I make my way over to the man who called. He's cute in a way. Tall, thin, dark eyes, and dark hair teased up higher than most of the women I work with. He's wearing faded blue jeans, and a black shirt covered by a denim jacket with patches of leopard print on it. When I'm right on the edge of the stage he slips a $20 bill in my bra. Blowing him a kiss I move away, continuing my dance routine. At that point I notice, the group of men he's with. There's another dark haired man, wearing all black, with sunglasses. He looks so serious. Like he would rather be anywhere but here. Next to him there's a blonde wearing black leather pants and a black leather vest. I can't say I've ever really been attracted to blondes. But he's definitely good looking with a killer smile. I can't stop myself. I get down and move towards their group again. Smiling seductively at the blonde guy. Just then I notice the man at the far end. Black teased up hair, black leather pants, black graphic t-shirt, that I can't see very well because of the black leather jacket he's wearing, the most gorgeous peridot green eyes I've ever seen, and a smoldering smirk that causes me to lose my breath. I play it off the best I can, while the men give me my tips. As soon as the song is over, I run off stage. It's time to start my second job as a waitress.
While I'm walking around taking and delivering drink orders, I can't stop watching the four men from earlier. The tall one that I first encountered is nowhere to be seen. I assume he's in the VIP room for a private dance. The serious one is at the bar, drinking a beer and watching the girls. The cute blonde, naturally, has gravitated towards Dizzy Darling. A ditzy blonde, that looks like she has two beach balls strapped to her chest. If I sound bitter, it's because I am. She makes my size 34C breasts look non-existent.
Suddenly I hear "Hey, babe, can I get a bottle of Jack?" From right behind me.
"Sure thing." I reply as I turn around and come face to face and nearly nose to nose with the owner of those beautiful green eyes from earlier. He follows me to the bar, and while the bartender is getting his bottle and a shot glass, green eyes holds out his hand and introduces himself. "My name's Nikki Sixx."
"Glitter." I say, taking his hand.
"Well Glitter, do you have time to have a drink with me? Or is it against the rules?"
"No," I giggle "it's perfectly fine." I turn back to the bar and order a martini while Nikki goes and sits at an out of the way table.
We sat across from each other at a small table in the corner of the bar. As he took a shot of Jack, he asked me
"What's your name?
Looking up I replied "Glitter."
He just sat for a second and gave me a smirk that turned my insides to lava. Blushing I looked down, stirring my martini. All the while, kicking myself for blushing around this stranger! I mean really, I'm around attractive men day in and day out. What makes him so different?
Nikki puts his left hand under the table, slipping his first two fingers under the pink garter around my thigh, snapping me out of my reverie. When I look up he's smiling softly but his green eyes have darkened.
"No doll." He says, "What's your real name?
I try to answer, but looking at him and feeling his hand on my thigh, makes it so hard to breath. Finally I manage a somewhat squeaky, "I don't give out my real name to the customers."
"Is that against the rules?" He chuckles.
"Actually it is. It's for our personal safety." To be honest, non of us girls know each others real names. We all call each other by our stage names.
He slides his fingers slowly from side to side under my garter, making my heart race.
"Well..." he says softly giving me a wink. "I guess I'll have to change that."
