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“This is Kat,” Slider said, gesturing with his hand to a beautiful brunette. She smiled at me and held her hand out.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she told me as I took her hand and we shook.
The friendly face made me feel relieved. “Likewise.”
Slider continued after the niceties were done, “Kat is going to help you figure out your act and help you out with your skills. You need to be on point if you’re going to attract the attention that you need.”
I nodded and Kat tilted her head toward the stage. I followed her over, butterflies filling my stomach, battering it so hard I felt like I might vomit all over her. She sat down on the edge of the stage and patted the space beside her.
“Don’t we need to be up there?” I asked, pointing to where there was a pole positioned.
Her smile was soft and friendly, but I spotted the pity almost immediately. I was reluctant but she patted the spot again. I sighed but hefted myself onto the edge of the stage next to her. She turned her body toward me.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” she explained. “Not every girl is made to stand up there and take her clothes off.”
My shoulders sagged. She was right. I was not one of those girls, but I was going to throw a‘fuck it’to the wind anyway and do it because it was what needed to be done.
I shrugged, trying to seem casual and like I wasn’t completely wetting my pants at the thought of men ogling me while I took my clothes off. “I like to dance, but I’m not sure I’m any good.”
“We aren’t told much about club business, but I’m going to take a guess that you’re not doing this because you’re looking for a new career?”
I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t sure how much I was meant to tell these girls. I knew that they were a part of the club life in a small way, but running my mouth about what I was about to do I was pretty sure wasn’t going to gain me any brownie points with the brothers.
“I… I just don’t want to look stupid,” I told her. Even I thought it was a lame excuse, but she just laughed softly.
Placing a hand on my shoulder, she leaned into me. “You pass. Now let’s see what you’ve got.”
She grinned at me as she leaped from the edge of the platform, somehow managing to land gracefully in the crazy high heels that she was wearing.
Had that been a test?
I was confused, but I followed blindly as she led us up the staircase. The club was empty apart from a girl and a guy behind the bar chatting with Slider, who I guess was my escort for the day. I felt almost as though I was a prisoner as opposed to someone who’d just offered to help them. But I guess I couldn’t blame the club for being suspicious and wanting to watch me.
Kat startled me out of my thoughts. “Do you have a song in mind or shall I pick one?”
This was something I had thought about surprisingly.
“Do you have‘Chains’by Nick Jonas?” I asked, shifting on my feet nervously.
Her eyes brightened. “We’re going for slow and sexy then? I can work with that.” She disappeared behind a small curtain, coming back with a remote in her hand. “Kick your shoes off, it will be easier for now. I just want to see how you move, and then we can deal with the hooker heels later if that’s possible.”
I nodded, reaching down and tugging at the laces of my running shoes and pulling them off, followed by my socks.
“All right girl, let’s see your moves!” she called as she walked back down the stairs and took a seat directly in front of the stage.
I took a deep breath, my mind was telling me to run. This was fucking stupid. Why did I think this was a good idea? But then I reminded myself that I’d put these people through hell and a little self-embarrassment was never going to make up for what I did to them, so I needed to just suck it up.
The bass was deep and full as it pounded through the large speakers. I could feel it in my chest, almost knocking the wind from my lungs. My body moved slowly to begin with, swaying my hips side to side as my sweaty hand gripped the pole beside me.
I walked around the pole, twirling and moving my free hand up the side of my body until it was over my head. I dropped down in front of the pole, splitting my legs open for only a second before slowly shimmying back up the pole. I felt the music, felt the words of the song. The faster it moved, the faster I twisted and turned.
At this stage my eyes were closed. There was no one else there but me, my body acting out the pain and angst within the song. I flipped my long hair, running my fingers through it and biting on my lip.
It was a strange feeling, almost empowering like I was telling a story with my movements.
Suddenly it was over, the music was ended and there was complete silence.
I was breathing hard, not realizing how much of a work out it was that these girls do every night. No wonder strippers like Kat had such killer powerful bodies.
