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They ply me with compliments and crude demands. I hear, “You have an amazing smile,” just as much as I do, “Show me that pussy, bitch.”
But so far, only one man has ever gotten to touch me.
And he’s the worst one.
“How’s my golden girl tonight?”
Frank’s harsh voice startles me.
“She’s losing her edge.”
Frank positions himself in front of me and scowls down. “I see that.”
If I go out there bravely, my nightmare will end. He’ll give me over to the others, but that’s fine, because I’ll be blitzed out of my mind.
Frank’s beefy hand fondles through the fabric of my coverup to my breast, twisting and pinching my nipple.
“Aughhh!”I cry out.
He doesn’t let up. He keeps twisting and pinching until I’m afraid he might pull my nipple clean off.
He’d be that cruel.
“Maybe we’ll give the men a kitty-cat lunch tonight. Whaddaya say, Frisk?”
My brow lifts in confusion. “Kitty-cat lunch?”
Frank reaches into my costume panties, grabbing me roughly.
“It’s where we set you on the edge of the stage and let every paying fool get a taste of heaven.”
A thick knot wells in my throat. I should have expected it to be depraved, but this is beyond my comprehension.
“There’s that fear I so crave.” Frank bends and licks my cheeks.
“You’ll mess up her makeup!” Madam Frisk hisses.
Tears spring to my eyes, but I stave them off. The men are pigs. And I won’t give them what they want anymore. I’m no longer going to be the sweet, innocent thing they expect me to be. No more tears. No more shaking on stage.
I’m going to dance the way I was trained to. I’ll be their bold, brazen whore. It’s the only way I’ll get relief.
“It’s time!” Madam Frisk pushes me through the curtain onto the brightly lit stage.
For a moment, I tremble.
But only for a moment.
I’m done being afraid.
I hike my knees up and do an elaborate walk across the stage to the pole and begin a performance unlike any I’ve done before.
The men holler, excited to glimpse my youthful flesh. I oblige, turning my back to the audience, gripping the pole, and squatting low.
I lose myself in the music, mixing my classical ballet training with the salacious moves beaten into me.
The men go wild. I ignore them, dancing for myself.
Dancing for the man I’ll never have.
