Dancer ➳ Tommy Lee

Chapter Six

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me.

— Whitney Houston, I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

I caught a bus to take me to my apartment which was pretty much on the other side of LA. I probably should have a place closer to the club but my place has a nice view so when I think of getting a new place, I always back out the last second. Throughout the ride I couldn't get Tommy out of my head, it was weird. I had never had any sorts of feelings towards a one night stand before. Is that what it was though?

I shook my head from the thoughts of Tommy before quickly getting off the bus once I was at my stop. I walked a little bit before reaching my apartment and walking inside. "Hey sexy. Wanna come give me a lap dance?" I heard a very familiar voice that I was just not in the mood for and that was my neighbor Jason. "Not in the mood asshole. Thanks anyway." I fumbled with my keys as I tried opening the door before dropping them to the ground.

I groaned as I bent over to pick them up and soon felt a hard slap to my ass and I gasped as I turned around and saw Jason with a smirk on his face. I grabbed my keys before kicking him hard in the nuts and walking inside my apart after unlocking the door. I slammed the door loudly behind me before locking it. I could here Jason's groan on the other side of the door. I heard him lean against it, calling out, "Fuck you too, bitch!" I shook my head and set my keys and bag down. "Suck a nut, asshole!" I shouted. I kicked my shoes off angrily and went to my room. I went straight to the night stand, yanking the drawer completely from it. I dumped the contents of it on my bed, looking through it quickly for my blow. 

I found the little baggie and grabbed a random card, moving to my night stand. I poured the contents out and used the card to push it into a line. I leaned down and ran my nose along the line, snorting it up. I sat back slowly, letting my eyes close momentarily. I felt a rush and grinned. Every feeling in my body except happiness washed away completely. I thought of the night before with Tommy. The way his fingers ran down my body followed by his wet kisses. I shivered and opened my eyes, looking around. I got up and picked up the mess I made, putting the drawer back into the night stand. 

I took a quick shower and dressed myself in a clean pair of pants and Tommy's shirt back on. I left my hair wound up in a towel on my head as I made myself something to eat. I ate and finished getting myself ready for work later. Around four, I left my apartment to go to work. The bus ride wasn't too long. I got there twenty minutes before my shift, letting me have a little more time to get ready. I changed into a simple black lingerie bra and matching panties and stockings. I didn't have any dances scheduled so I was only waiting tables. Right before my shift started, I went to the bathroom and did a small line. I walked out of the bathroom and Ginger came up to me. "Girl, you come out with that shit on your nose everyone's gonna know that you're on blow." She said, wiping my nose off the excess powder from my nose. I ran a hand under my nose to make sure I didn't have anymore. "Thanks, Ginger. Don't know what I would do without you." I thanked her and she nodded.

"Okay ladies! Lets get going, I don't pay you to stand around here, I pay you to shake your asses!" Our boss yelled as he walked back into the dressing area. "You barely pay us at all, we get all our money from those horny bastards out there." Ginger muttered. My eyes widened and I looked over to our boss, but he apparently hadn't heard her. I shook my head and gave Ginger a look. "You continue saying shit like that, you're gonna get fired."

"You know, I really don't give a fuck about being fired. There's dozens of other strip clubs out there and I'm sure lots of them would take me," Ginger said while rolling her eyes at me at the beginning of her statement. Our boss cleared his throat and we both looked over at him. "Oh hello Mr.Carr. How has your day been?" Ginger asked, suddenly being a kiss ass.

"Would be better if you two would get off your asses and start dancing!" He yelled as he slapped the ass of one of the passing by dancers, Persephone. She was a whore, slept with every client, and was definitely sleeping with the boss himself, Robin Carr. Robin has owned the club for about ten years now and from what I understand he was pretty nice at the beginning and treated the dancers with respect but over the years he lost the happiness. "Yes sir," Ginger responded with a fake grin on her face and walking away while holding my hand to drag me behind her.

I followed her, almost tripping over my heels in process. She continued dragging me until we were away from Robin. "One day you're going to get fired." I said, pulling my hand from her grasp and rubbing my wrist. I ran my hand through my hair and fixed my top, adjusting it over my chest. Ginger scoffed and looked over at me. "You keep moving that top up and ain't nobody gonna give you extra cash," She remarked. I gave her a look and stopped adjusting it, knowing she was right.

She left me a few minutes later after Robin gave her another warning. I worked at the bar and as a waitress handing out drinks to all the drunk guys hooting and hollering at the dancers. I enjoyed waiting on people more than being a dancer, simply because I could judge. Whether it was judging the guys being there or judging the dancer's movements, I could judge. I always wondered if the men there had wives and kids, and if so what were they doing at a strip club so late at night when they could be with their families. Having a family is something I always dreamed of having ever since my own shunned me. And at my age and being a financially struggling stripper that was something I wasn't going to end up having anytime soon.