Sage, Margaret

Chapter 1

"Marge."

"Marge!"

"MARGE!"

And suddenly I was cold.

"What the fuck, May?" I asked, waking in a pool of ice water. I sat up and grabbed a towel off the side table next to me, not even worried about what other bodily fluids may be on it.

"You wouldn't get up. Come on, we've got a customer, and hes rich." May smirked grabbing the towel and throwing it and the bucket to the side. I stood up and followed her through our hazy, smoke-filled dressing room. "Throw on that black lace thing you have, he wants it real sexy." May laughed as she stopped to put on a red, skin-tight latex suit. I put on the lingire that had been sprawled out ont the floor and May's crappy 6 inch heels and followed her to the private room.

An over-weight man in a suit sat on the ratty couch, smoking a cigar, as if the room wasn't smokey enough. He smiled an evil grin as we walked in. May went over and did her begining pose, her ass basically touching his crotch. I leaned over her, my boobs in his face. We did our routine, and he looked pleased. I had to bat his hand away a few times, but he was more interested in May, who, as always, was loving the attention. When we finished, the man payed for a "full show" with May, which in our club meant he got 10 minutes in a room alone with her and they did whatever sexual act he wanted. Only certain girls signed up for that each month, and May was always the first. I, still being a minor, couldn't sign up, not that i would anyway. I gave May a weak smile and left as she started to strip.

I walked back into the dressing room, grabbing one of the bright colored drinks from the mini bar as i passed. Romain smiled at me as she applied make-up in one of the dusty mirrors. How they could do that I never knew, I can barely make it look good with 50 LED lights shining on my face. I walked to the back and sat on the couch in the back next to Lucy who was busy with something on her phone. I sank into the broken cushions and kicked off my heels. "Hey." She greeted, not looking up from her phone. "I got a double job for a Coke. I picked you, cool?"

A Coke is when one of us enters into a private room and just lets whoever is there sniff off them and they just have to be sexy, it is actually one of the more simple jobs we offer. A double job just means it is two girls doing it, which is all minors are allowed to do. "Uh, sure." I nursed my delishishly fruity drink. If I'm going to do this, might as well do it drunk. "When?"

"In like 15 minutes, i think." She got up and went to the mirror to fix her monstoerous blonde hair, pushing Romain out of the way. "I'll get you when its time."

I placed my now empty glass on the table next to me and walked over to the mirror next to Lucy. I stared at myseld. My gold eyes were lined with pounds of eyeliner, yet i started to aply more. My strawberry blond hair was pulled into a teased bun on the top of my head, with ringlets falling next to my face. My pale skin looked sickly and grungy. As i stared at myself i began to think of how i used to look. I used to be pretty, I used to have a future. And then i threw it away.

My parents often asked when I was going to stop this life. When al of this craziness would stop. I normaly just flicked them off, that was, when I still talked to them. Now, I was begining to ask myself the same thing. Lucy broke my trance by announcing she was going to go travel the vclub if we neede her.

May stomped in, already finished with her job. "Ha, he didn't even last five minutes." She said wiping her hands on a towel, "Three little strokes and he was done, kinda pathetic really." She smirked and threw her at me,

"Ew!" I shrieked, "Why?" I kicked the towel to the side, and it slid under a chair, never to be seen again most likely.

"Oh, come on, Marge, 3 years you've been in the bussiness, can't handle a litle cum?" She walked toward the back couch and slapped my ass as she passed. That was something I was used to.

"I can handle it during sex, but not when your just throwing a towel of it at me!" I glared. May just laughed. I joined my best friend on the couch. throwing my legs up across hers. "So, he was really that bad?"

"Yea, he was so sqealy to-" May was interupted by a few of the other girls coming in laughing about sometthing.

"How was the show?" Romain asked, obviously interested at why they were laughing.

Whitney was the first to answer. The tan skined latina was the head of the Show GIrls, the ones who danced on the poles. They were always the best in shape but rarely did private shows. Whitney was the best Show Girl Jiggles has ever had. She was also the biggest bitch. "Some guy like whipped it out while we were preforming." She cackled.

"He just started jerking it." Gigi giggled, "Security had to come and drag him away.

"He was at my stage!" Hannah chimed in, "I was flattered."

"OH PLEASE!" Fiona sneered, coming out from behind their little group, "He was obviously looking at me."

"Why would he be watchig you if he was at my stage?" Hannah said getting angrier. She always had a short temper, and FIona always liked to mess with her.

"Obviously, because you have the cheaper price." Fiona jeered.

Our manager Ricky came in and told the Show Girls to get ready for their next preformance. "You're so lucky Fi!" Hannah yelled as they left to get into positioins.

As soon as the doored closed, May and I bursted into laughter. Making fun of the Show Girls was one of our favorite habits. They were always so catty towards eachother for no reason, it was hard not to.

"What even? That like happens all the time." May cackled.

"I know right? But Fi is so right, Hannah does have the cheapest stage price." I laughed.

"Yea, but I wonder why?" May questioned, looking toward Romain in the mirror. Romain was the mother of the group. She was like 34 but she still had what it took to be a private dancer. And since she was the oldest and had been in the bussiness the longest, she was always giving us advice. Romain sighed. She turned toward us and sighed again.

"Hannah is the youngest," Roamin began, "she not only has the least experience but she's got more years ahead of her. Mr. Hanson wants all his girls to succeed, and so the other girls make more money. Mr. Hanson knows most of those girls only have a few more years in the bussiness, and wants them making the most they can. Mr. Hanson is a nice guy at heart, though he doesn't alwys seem like it. He was just never taught the exact right way to treat women, and trying to teach that to him now is kinda hard, he is 55 you know." She smiled. She lookeed tired, and her normal happy glow seemed to be diminishing. When I first started here Romain was the only one trying to get me to leave. She kept telling me I had a great future, that I had so much more in me than this. I didn't listen. She's stopped trying to force me to quit, but I know she'd support me all the way if I did. I started thinking of how Romain used to be, and I realized how much she wasn't herself anymore. I jsut kept staringat her, thinking of that, and no one else said anything either. We just sat in silence until Lucy came back in.

"Marge, come on. Get whatever your gonna wear on, they are her." She grabbed a pair of red stilettos before disappearing again. I just left what I was wearing on and followed grabbing a different pair of heels as I followed.