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The Dance (Chapter 1)

"Scar! Your up in 10!" Zach yelled from outside my dressing room door. I finished brushing my lips with my sex kitten pink lip gloss. With my hair done up in a high pony tail with the remainder done in tight ringlets and two strands on each side of my face curled up to give me that old time harlot look,  and having just finished my make-up, which I used very little of. Only some powder foundation to give me that perfect skin look, some sparkling pink eye shadow to make my hazel eyes really pop, my black eye liner that I put on the part closest to my eye so that it accented it, but wasn't obvious that I was really wearing any, my mascara which I caked on as thick as I could get it. I always thought those girls with the insanely thick black eyelashes were really pretty, and of course my sex kitten pink lip gloss which was my all time favorite lip gloss. I don't know if It was because it was sex kitten pink or if it made my lips look plump and perfect like a model's. It was time to pick out an outfit. I walked over to my closet, "Color" I had every color of anything I owned, I liked variety. So the hardest part wasn't picking the style of outfit I would wear, but which color it would be. Although my makeup usually helped me decide. "Ba ba ba, this one!" I pulled out a black strapless corset that had lace on the front of it, and tied down the back, with a black mini skirt That showed my butt cheeks, and had a little bow on the back. I slipped the skirt on I decided I'd leave my boy shorts panties on I thought those were sexier then a thong and were way more comfortable. Who likes having something shoved up your ass all the time? Thank goodness it was black with a little tiny tie up thing in back and had a lacey heart on the front. It went together perfectly. I had to put my corset on backwards and then turn it around my body, since there was no one to help me put it on. I suppose I could have called one of the other girls to come help me, but I just wanted to get home, I didn't want to get caught up in all the chit chat tonight. They can talk for years! I bought my clothes a size to small, so that they were really tight. and my breasts looked huge cuz they were popping over the top of my outfits.  I walked back over to my closet. "Shoes... heels...." I pulled out a pair of eight inch black closed toe heels, they were shiny almost like they were leather, and put them on. I looked in my vanity mirror one more time to make sure i was perfect. I pulled a stray strand of my almost black hair up so it didn't stand out and rubbed underneath my hazel eye to rub off some of my eyeliner that had gone astray, winked at my self and started walking to the door, pausing to grab the bull whip off the wall. It was a braided bullwhip, authentic. I had bought it off eBay. I loved shopping for props and clothes for my acts. It was probably the funnest part about being a stripper. Well that and I always found turning men on fun and a turn on for me. Cracking my door I peeked out trying to find Tucker. Tucker is my body guard at Havoc. He's about six foot nine, weighed about 275 pounds and was built like a brick house. I told him one day I would give him a private dance to the song brick house. It's our inside joke. He was pretty attractive, short brown hair that he wore spiked, baby blue eyes, and the most gorgeous smile that had the most perfect teeth inside it. "Tucker?" I whispered glancing around. "Tucker!" I yelled in a whisper. He turned from the bar he was standing at to look at my door. He set his drink down and walked over to me, "Ready Scar?"

"Course I am! Guess what I'm playing tonight?" I poked. I always made him guess what I was.

"Is it the french maid?"

I stepped out of my dressing room closing the door behind me.

"AH! Dominatrix! Haven't seen that one on you in a while." His face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"It's actually my favorite. I just don't wear it to often because I don't want to wear it out." I winked.

"I think that's my favorite one on you too." He grinned in his mischievous smile he had. We walked to the stage in silence. My dressing room was in the very back of the club back by the bar.  I had only reached the second step of the stage when Tucker grabbed my elbow and pulled my ear to his mouth. "Remember the cue, there's some new guys in here tonight." I nodded and glanced around. There were a lot of new guys here tonight. It was a busy night. Zack was making a lot of money tonight, and hopefully so was I! My cue to Tucker that something was not right was to whistle.

Once I got on stage I immediately stomped my heels to get every ones attention . Everyone snapped their heads up to look at me, I snapped my whip and I knew I had their attention for the rest of the dance. My music started to play, I'm in love with a stripper by T-Pain. I started to dance and rub up against the pole. I stopped dancing for a minute and took a lap around the stage to run the bull whip across every lap at the edge of the stage. People immediately started throwing money to the stage. I threw the bull whip to the ground and ran my ass crack up and down the pole, opening my legs every time I went down. I knew the guys in front of me could see my panties that was part of the excitement. They got so horny when they could almost see down there. It's like they could already picture themselves having sex with me. When I came back up the last time I grabbed the ribbon on my back connected to the corset and slowly started to pull it until it came undone. In the stripper world the removing of clothes is best done slow. I pulled the corset off so that everyone could see my breasts.  Then I started to slowly pull my skirt down. When it hit my ankles I pulled one foot out and kicked the skirt to Tucker with the other then got down on my hands and knees and started crawling around the stage. I looked around and saw a man holding a twenty dollar bill so I crawled to him. "You wanna put that in my panties?" I whispered in my sexy, I'm horny voice. "I'll give you this twenty if you let me spank you" He replied. I didn't recognise him. He had blond hair and dark brown eyes, his lips were so curvy and full, he looked like he was about six foot four and weighed about 183, very muscular.  He was probably a passerby and would be gone tomorrow morning at the latest. So I turned around with my ass facing him and let him stick the twenty in my panties and smack my ass once. I stood up and started to pull my panties down and got past one hip when the  music stopped, so I pulled them back up and gathered my money and clothes and walked over to Tucker so he could escort me to my dressing room.

"Why did you let that guy smack your ass? You know protocol, they aren't supposed to touch you unless they are putting money in your panties." He frowned at me.

"It was a twenty, that was the only way he was gonna give it to me. It's a big damn tip I wasn't going to pass it up!" I said defensively, why was I being so defensive? He was only trying to protect me.

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Lexi