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ChapterFour
LACY
Ican do this; I can do this.
I repeated the mantra in my head, wiped my hands on a towel, and looked at myself in the dressing room mirror. The duffle bag Mandy gave me had been filled with the items she wore in the show. Luckily, we wore the same size in shoes and clothes, so everything fit, but I’d never seen myself in anything like it.
I had tied my waist length blond hair into a high ponytail, let one of the other women there do my makeup, and put on the outfit, if you could call it that. Yeah, my whooha was covered, but it was a good thing I barely had any hair there at all anyway. The back was just a leather strap that ran up the crack of my ass. It looked good, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable. The top was made up of two triangles and more black leather straps. Knee-high, black patent leather boots finished the seductive ensemble and I had to admit, I didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror.
Dark red lipstick outlined full lips, dark eyeshadow, expertly applied by the woman that called herself Desdemona, made my blue eyes pop, and the rest? Well, I’ve never seen myself like this.
A knock at the door had me turning to face the woman I knew to be Ginger. I smiled, nervous, but ready. I think.
“You’re Lacy?” she demanded to know, her sharp eyes looking me over critically. An approving look soon replaced the doubt on her face, and she told me to turn around.
I obeyed and waited for further commands.
“Do you want to use that name or pick another?” she asked, and I knew I’d passed muster.
Excitement filled me and I grinned helplessly.
“I always thought it sounded like a porn stars name, nobody will believe it’s my real name. I’ll keep it.” I replied with a shrug. I was only going to be here for one night anyway, did it really matter?
“Okay. I wouldn’t normally do this, but Mandy is one of our top dancers and I owe her a favor.” Ginger shrugged. “It’s up to you if you get up on that stage or not, I won’t put Mandy’s job on the line because she did try, but don’t go out there if you think you’re going to run off or be sick, do you understand me?”
Her eyes drilled into mine, and I gulped. “I’m nervous, I’m not going to lie. But I’ve done this routine with Mandy a thousand times. I could do it in my sleep.”
“Hm,” she made a doubtful sound, her left eyebrow going up. “Have you done it in those heels, though?”
“Every time,” I said automatically. I was confident in the routine; it was the taking my clothes off part that I was nervous about.
“Okay. What music do you want?” Ginger sat in one of the white chairs that lined the dressing tables and crossed her legs. She was a beautiful lady; I’d give her that.
She’d been fair to Mandy and from what I knew of her she was tough, but she protected her staff and was fair to them.
Her eyebrow lifted again, and I realized I’d been staring at her. “Sorry. You’re really pretty. Um, the song that we practiced with is the one I want. I think she used it in the show.”
“She’s been using that Two Feet song, that one?”
“Yeah, that’s it.” I nodded to affirm the answer. “Feel Like I’m Drowning.”
“Okay. You’ve got ten minutes. That door at the end there takes you to the stage. I repeat, do not go on that stage if you can’t do this. Tell Anya when she comes off stage and she’ll go back on, got it?”
I nodded again, smoothing my hair down on top of my head. I can do this; I began the mantra again. I hope it’s not a lie.
I could hear shouts of appreciation and whistles as Ginger opened the other door and left. I walked up to the door, going through the motions of the routine in my head. I wasn’t exactly sure how or why I’d ended up here, even though I’d begged Mandy to let me have the chance, but there I was. I can and will do this.
I saw a light go on over the door and took it as a sign to be ready. I opened the door and saw a short hallway that led to the stage. I waited and soon a woman clutching a stack of white cloth came sauntering up with a smile.
“You’re on in two,” the woman with black hair and gray eyes said. “You good?”
“I’m good,” I said, even though my stomach was fluttering, and I think I’d forgotten how to breathe. I can do this.
“Then go get them, girl. You got this.” Anya winked and walked through the door.
I hesitated for a second, nervous excitement, self-consciousness, and fear overwhelmed me for a moment.
Then I heard my name, and I knew this was what I’d wanted to do. I could be nervous, it was okay, but I wanted to live on the edge for one night and this was my chance. I plastered a smile on my face and went to the stage. It was much different than our living room, the bright lights nearly hid the audience from me, which was a good thing.
