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“Doubt it, babe.” I huff as I highlight my face. “It would take a hell of a man to make me settle down and keep me occupied... Hell, maybe even more than one man,” I mutter as I finish my face and start on my hair.

I slick it back with gel and a comb until it has that wet look, making my dark, slanted drawn eyebrows and my dark, smoky eyes the focal point. I look like the rocker bad girl, which is what they want. I add my signature necklace, the long gold chain with the scrawled word ‘Darling’ hanging from it, before I stand and head to my rack to get my first outfit of the night.

It’s time to dance.

The first two hours go by so fast they are a blur. I do my policewoman backup singing and my good girl routine before I have a break. Downing some rum, I change into my next outfit, which is a sparkly flapper dress. I enjoy this dance and doing it with Allegra makes it all the better. Lexi sings as I move across the stage, smiling, kicking, twisting, and slowly stripping. Each item of clothing we lose is a tease, nothing more. It’s all about perception, temptation, and beauty. We end with feathers in front of us, bare apart from that, and when the curtain drops, I rush down for the quick change for my end number.

I slip into the high-waisted hot pants that shimmer under the light and the dark lace strap up bralette. Lexi has to help me get the straps right across my throat, back, and stomach, and then I put on my high heel boots and blow myself a kiss.

“For our last dance of the night, we have our very own Darling. She will make you wet, make you hard, and she sure as shit will be in your fantasies after this,” Serina coos into the mic, making the crowd go wild.

It’s busy tonight with college students coming back off holiday, men trying to celebrate before work tomorrow, and couples enjoying the oblivion the darkness offers them. I stop at the bottom of the stairs, bouncing on my toes as my heart starts to race. My blood is pumping, and I can already feel the beat, the happiness, and peace this dance will bring me—not to mention the sense of power and confidence.

Show time, baby.

I don’t hear the rest of the normal introduction, but I feel the beat start to kick in. This is a little different than other acts, the curtains will be up already. I hear the murmur and confusion of the crowd as the slow rhythm carries on, and then bang, the light hits the stairs. I let them wait a moment longer, wearing a smirk on my face, and then finally, it’s my cue. I slowly walk up the stairs, lifting each leg and placing it on the edge. When I know they can see me, I bend over and drag my fingers up each leg before shaking up to the next step. I hit my spot under the lights exactly on time, my head tilted with a cocky smirk as we let them get a full look at me. Cheers go up, and I see some regulars and newbies amongst the crowd.

And then the bass kicks in and I start to move.

I dance across the stage, starting small with shimmies, bending, and turning, keeping it sensual but also aloof before suddenly, with the beat, I drop to the stage floor. Smirking at the crowd, I slide forward with my ass in the air, and then I turn onto my side and shake before rolling onto my front. With my arms against the floor, my ass up, I bang my fists and pulse my chest up and down as I move to the edge of the stage.

Sliding to my feet, my hands dragging up my body, I move to the music. People whistle and call my name, and this close to the edge, I can see them behind the lights which turn red and sweep across the room.

My cue to move.

Leaping from the stage, I land on the first table and instantly drop to my knees, crawling to the edge and grinning at the woman there. I shake my ass and run my finger across the edge of her glass before flipping onto my back, lifting my pelvis. The patrons reach out as if to touch me, but I wag my finger with pursed lips, making the crowd laugh. With a wink at the man, I scissor my legs and roll from the table. Swishing my hips, I dance around the tables, the light following me as I leap and twirl. I tease those in the booth and lie across the drums of the band, making them laugh as I wink up at them. The lyrics mention a big pole, and I cover my pussy with my hands, looking innocent, and they laugh harder.

I always end on the corner table just before the stage so I can roll back up onto the platform for the big finish, so I make my way there. I flirt, dance, and sing along the way, teasing them, but never giving them too much. I make them want it and use their imagination. My body is my weapon, and I’m their every fantasy.

The table is occupied by three men. Usually I don’t notice people beyond their location in my dance, but for a moment, my heart skips and I miss a beat before I recover with an extra twirl. They are beautiful. From what I can see in the dim lighting, they are young, maybe a year older than me, and all kinds of dark and sexy. Their eyes are locked on me and my every move.

One’s dark gaze is filled with a promise as it roams down me in an unmistakable way.

Another’s flirty eyes touch everywhere they look.

The third man, with light irises, is grinning at me.

I swallow and focus on the dance, trying to ignore the throb in my pussy from looking at them. I definitely need to get laid; it’s been too long. My body moves, even as my mind drifts to them. I’m used to this by now, knowing every beat and movement by heart due to practicing every single day. Dance isn’t something you learn, and boom, you don’t have to do anything. You have to practice and improve.

You can always be better, do more, know more.

I slide around their table, stopping to shake my ass before I turn back with a flirty ‘O’ mouth, and then I roll onto the stage and get to my knees, sliding my finger down the front zip of the bra. I hear the calls to ‘do it,’ but I tease until the beat stills, and then I unzip it. I wait until the crowd chants as I let it fall to the stage, the straps crossing my breasts with black sparkly pasties covering my nipples. I shake my fingers in a naughty motion and get to my feet. Stepping back slowly, I drag my foot along the stage as I go, the beat building again. One step back, another, and another, until I reach the back of the stage, and then the beat drops.

I kick my leg and take a running leap, making sure my toes are pointed, my head tilting back and almost meeting my toes before I land on the stage and roll so my back is to the crowd, my legs parted as I kick them into the air. I flip back and look over my shoulder, and where they can’t see, I flip the latch on my bralette so the straps fall away. My chest is bare, but they can’t see it. Then, with a wink as the beat starts to slow, I slowly walk off the stage.

I hear chants for more as I grab the towel waiting for me and wrap it around my chest, then I head down the stairs. Lexi is there, helping me out of the shorts and touching up my makeup. I slip into a leather skirt with some red panties and a matching red bralette—it’s the encore outfit. Some nights we don’t do it, but tonight we will because the crowd is so large and infectious. The others are waiting, and as soon as I’m changed, we are back on stage. The patrons are all waiting, wondering if we’ll come back, the lights dark as we spread out into a diamond.

The lights flash on, showing Lexi first. The soundtrack sings about each girl, introducing them and making them into fantasies. The angel. The devil. The twins... and then me—Darling. I cock my hip when the light hits me and smirk before doing the rock sign.

I lose myself in that final number. Allegra and I dance around Lexi. I bend as she spanks me, and then I slip through her legs, crawling along the floor before we all lie on our backs and kick our legs as Lexi walks through us, singing. When she touches us, we flip onto our knees, shaking our heads with a roar, and then we get to our feet.

We all end around her. Allegra and I drape across Lexi as she sings the last note. The light stays on us, all of us panting and covered in sweat but smiling. We live for this. Then the applause starts—it’s so loud it’s like the roar of an engine—and they stamp their feet. Flowers you can buy at the bar are tossed onto the stage, and we all take a bow and blow kisses and smile.

We begin to pick up some of the blooms—we keep them in big vases in the dressing room. I’m just bending near the edge of the stage where those sexy men are when the one with the light eyes leans forward. I spy his blond, almost shaved head and bright blue eyes, and in his hand, he holds a rose. He’s half in the light, half in the dark, but my heart skips at seeing his sharp, beautiful face and the lust in his eyes. His hunger shoots straight to my pussy and has my clit throbbing. He extends the rose to me with a smile, and I hear the others starting to leave the stage, so with a wink, I accept it. His fingers brush along mine, rough and purposeful as I take it. Goosebumps rise from that one innocent touch, and I falter before I turn and follow the other girls off stage.

Who were those men?

Why do I care?

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