Dancer ➳ Tommy Lee

Chapter One

"Dancer, dancer. Why don't you kick off your dancing shoes and come and ride with me? Cool."

— Queen, Dancer

As a child, my parents had always told me I would grow up to do great things like finding the cure to cancer or helping the world get rid of pollution. They told me I was a blessing to their lives and to the lives of others, and I believed them, I truly did. That was until my twentieth birthday when I got some of the worst news I could ever receive, my rejection to Stanford, both of my parents had attended and it was something I had worked for my whole life, the rejection absolutely broke me and it had broken them too. But now here I was, a twenty-two year old female, sitting in front of a brightly lit vanity, getting ready to dance half naked in front of a room full of horny forty year old perverts.

All around me, girls rushed to get ready for their performances. I took one last look in the mirror, the leather skirt went a quarter down my thigh with a slit held together by leather cording, in which my red panties from underneath peaked through and would be very visible to the men in front of the stage. The only thing covering my chest was a red and black striped bikini top made of the same material as the skirt. To finish off the look, I wore a pair of black mid length boots.

Ginger rushed from the stage, pulling money out of her bra and g-string. "They're loaded tonight girls!" She must have had at least a thousand in her hands, before looking over at me and asked, "You ready?" I nodded simply in response and took a deep breath, this wasn't my first dance at all, just every night I would get nervous, I didn't know what would happen or how much money I would make, it sucked but it paid the bills and that's what I needed. And it would also leave me enough for food and other necessities and helps for funding for my best friend, his name was cocaine. And no I'm not talking about a physical person named cocaine, I'm talking about the white powder itself. Every night I would fall under it's spell to release myself from the painfulness I call my life.

I walked out of the dressing room and began walking towards the stage, passing some of the other dancers who were scrambling around looking for boas and other props they could probably use for their dances. The lights from the stage dimmed as I made my way out, while walking to the beat of the music which was Dancer by Queen, and a few men let out whistles. I put on a fake smile, common in the stripping industry, if you can even call it that, and began swaying my hips and spinning myself around the pole. I continued hearing hoots and hollers from the men around me.

I let my body slide down the pole when the guitar solo came on. I crawled on my knees to the edge of the stage where a group of men with long hair and tattoos sat. One man sat forward and I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back. I stood up on my knees and let my hands trail down my body, while my head leaned back and my eyes closed. I felt someone stuff a few bills in my skirt and I opened my eyes to see the man I pushed into his seat, sitting back down. I gave him a sexy smile and stood up on my feet and walked back to the poll to finish off the dance.

The lights dimmed once again and I quickly made my way back to the dressing room. Back at my vanity mirror I pulled out the money from my skirt. It was just a few bills, but they weren't the small bills. They were hundred dollar bills. My hands shook as I counted them. There was about seven hundred, that was beyond what I normally got considering the normal was just plain old one dollar bills with maybe a few fives added in. I waded up the money and stuffed it in my bra before some of the other girls noticed and decided to steal it from me.

After a few little appearances I was done for the night. I changed back into my normal black jeans and flannel before leaving the strip club. Of course men tried to persuade me to go home with them, but my answer was always no. The walk to Denny's was short seeing as it was right around the block. Pushing into the small diner I'm hit with the warmth and the delicious smell of food. I made my way to one of the small booths and slid myself in. Dottie brought over a menu and lightly patted my shoulder. "Here you are baby, I'll be right back." Dottie smiled and left with her notepad in hand to go take someone else's order. I over looked the menu, but there was no point. I already knew what I was going to get.

Dottie came back and she took the menu and held it under her arm. "Let me guess, you'll have the blueberry pancakes and a glass of orange juice." I smiled and nodded. Dottie knew me too well, after all I did come here practically every night after work. She walked off behind the counter and handed the little page to the cook. I picked up the newspaper that was left on the seat beside me and looked it over. It was only a few days old which wasn't a problem with me. I flicked through it, looking at the job sections even though I knew I wasn't going to find anything and continue doing my boring but slightly entertaining job.

As I was flipping through the newspaper I heard lots of yelling and laughing coming from the doorway and peaked my head over to see three rowdy boys walk in and one older looking guy follow in behind them, he looked like he was probably their dad. While looking at them I noticed something familiar about them but I couldn't quite name it, then it hit me. These three rowdy ass boys were the ones that were throwing hundred dollar bills on the stage like they were fucking candy or some shit and not having a care in the world. They were obviously wasted as they walked in but sat in the booth in front of me. I continued to look at them before the older one turned to me and apologized for the behavior of the others. I nodded in response and continued looking.

The older one wore sunglasses and smoked on a cigarette as he had his arms crossed over his chest and his facial expressions showed either pain or boredom, I wasn't sure, maybe it was both. The one I saw next was a blonde haired person, and I say person because from the way they walked and talked I wasn't quite sure if it was a guy or a girl, I'm gonna go with guy because that's what my instincts say-wait is that lip gloss? Nevermind. My eyes looked over to the opposite side of the booth, the side where I could see their faces completely, I saw two guys with black poofy hair, one of them was attractive but not really a type I would be into and the other one was actually something else. I looked at his hazel eyes, full of excitement as he talked loudly, I noticed him especially from the club because he was the one I touched during my dance, but I now got a somewhat good look at him if this blonde would move their big head.

I was suddenly cut from my thoughts when Dottie set my plate and cup down at the table, "Hey can I also get a tiny little bottle of Vodka? Long night." I asked Dottie and she nodded sweetly before walking over to the table full of rowdy boys as they went quiet and looked at her with polite smiles on their faces.

"What can I get my favorite boys?" Dottie asked the four guys in which they handed back their menus and began ordering. The older one ordered a simple black coffee with one sugar, he didn't seem as drunk as the others and I guess that was smart of him, he was probably that designated driver friend. The rest of them slurred their orders as the blonde one ordered a strawberry milkshake with a grilled cheese, the attractive black haired one ordered Jack Daniels with a glass of water, and the Hazel eyed one ordered blueberry pancakes with a glass of apple juice, instead of orange juice like the cultured person I am. Well I probably would've ordered apple juice if I wasn't planning mixing vodka with it and making a screwdriver.

I saw Dottie walk away after jotting down their orders on her notepad before walking away, back to the kitchen. I continued looking at the Hazel eyed boy while my newspaper being just below my eyes so I could pretend I'm reading it. I looked at every detail on his face down to his chest where his shirt was cut low. I couldn't stop staring at him no matter how hard I tried, it's like something was forcing me to stare at him, just to admire him. Damn it's like the Gods sculpted him to perfection. I looked up from his chest and saw his eyes staring at mine. He caught me noticing and he's probably going to start hitting on me. I slowly put the newspaper down and started eating my pancakes as I suddenly felt the table shake slightly as if someone sat down.

I slowly looked up and saw him sitting across from me with a smirk on his face. Fuck.