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"Two minutes, kiddo," Mike says to me, the manager having told us to get ready. "Two minutes is all you have to get his attention."
I nod. I'm a little nervous. I'm wearing whatever I could find really quick - with a short black skirt, stockings, high heels, and a black tank top.
I'm not sure how I got into this situation.
Actually, wait a second. I take that back. I know exactly how I fell into this situation. I jumped at the chance to get back at Derrick Blaine. I remember back to one afternoon when I was thirteen. I remember it vividly because it was two weeks after the King’s wife had died in New York City. I don’t remember much about the circumstances, but I do know that Derrick was away from school for those two weeks.
When he came back, no one knew what to make of him. But after History, I was walking near a pond when all of a sudden I remember that he was walking next to me. He was staring ahead and I didn’t know what to do. No boy had ever wanted to talk to me. I turned around and looked at him. And he turned around towards me.
His eyes held some sort of longing, it seemed. They seemed to want to say something to me.
At least that’s what I thought at first. But sadly, I was mistaken.
Because that’s when he pushed me. Into the lake.
I remember the kids laughing at me as they gathered around. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But when I looked up, the evil Prince was gone.
"Alright gentlemen!" the DJ announces to the crowd as the last dancer finishes up. "Put your hands together for an audition from none other than the super sexy...Misty!"
Misty. That's me. That's what Mike decided was my stage name. I hate it! A part of me wants to turn around and run! The other part wants to throw up.
Not that Mike would blame me. It would be perfectly understandable. But I’d be saying goodbye to the fast track that my career was now on then.
And the story would probably go to someone else. And I'd be stuck doing research for Page Eight instead of writing Page Eight like I did today. But if I do this, it advances my career and I get back at the one man who tormented me.
Besides, if Prince Derrick Blaine was a good man, he’d have nothing to be embarrassed about, right?
Yes, I can do this.
Here goes nothing...
I take a deep breath and walk up the stairs onto the stage. The stage hugs the whole back wall of the club and a catwalk juts out from the center of the stage towards the middle of the floor. There's a pole.
Bingo! That where I'll go.
There's actually applause as I walk onto the stage. The thing is, with the lights on me, I don't actually see too many men. I don't actually see anybody as I wrap my hands around the pole.
God! I've never done anything like this before! I'm a good girl! I'm the responsible one! I mean, I'm still a virgin! What am I even doing here?!
Get a grip! I tell myself to calm down as I keep twirling around the pole.
But that's when something really funny happens. Dollar bills start dropping around me and people start cheering and hollering. I can look into the faces finally, and I see desire.
Desire for me! Lust for me! Guys rubbing their crotch looking at me as I bend over and slowly take off my tank top.
I start getting into it and turn my back to the audience, holding onto the pole and trying to remember the three pole dancing classes I took a while back with Jenna. I slowly slide down, sticking my ass out and wiggling it.
The dollar bills start coming down.
I wrap my leg around the pole and run my hands down the material of my bra and over my stomach until I rest them on my ass. I turn my head back and give my ass a smack.
People are loving this and I feel so sexy.
This is exactly what I needed to feel desired and sexy again! And I'm completely sober. Endorphins are rushing through me as I start unzipping my skirt.
I wonder what Mike is thinking. But all of a sudden, I don't really care. There are men out there in the world that want me.
I turn around and face the audience again and nestle the pole against my ass, slowly peeling off my skirt.
