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I could hear the men chanting from their seats and I blinked nervously. I couldn’t believe what had happened. As soon as I had arrived at the job, they’d led me to the back and told me to change into this absolutely horrendous outfit. I’d had a bad feeling as soon as I’d been asked my favorite songs to dance to. Now thinking back to the earlier conversation, it all made sense. I wasn’t here to tend bar. I was here to be a stripper.
I’d wanted to leave right away, but I was too embarrassed to just go right home. Especially after Chet had told me he didn’t think it was a good idea. But now, here I was, playing this Texas Two Guns and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I felt someone pushing me from behind.
“Get on the stage and start dancing,” Jimmy said roughly. I took a step forward. The cheers went even wilder as I made my way to the front of the stage. Just dance, Arya, was all I could think to myself, just dance. I felt completely exposed in my bikini top and was glad that I’d been able to wear a long skirt as opposed to bikini bottoms.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when the men started shouting for me to take my top off because there was no way in hell that was going to happen, and there was also no way in hell I was going to give any private lap dances. Really, I knew I should just leave, but I figured maybe if I just did a dance that would be good enough. Maybe people would throw money on the stage. Maybe they would realize it was my first time and cut me some slack.
I started moving my hips back and forth to the beat of “Sweet Home Alabama.” Please, God, let this end quickly, was all I could think. Let there be a fire in the kitchen or let a tornado hit the state right now.
But I wasn’t that lucky.
The next song that started playing was “Pour Some Sugar on Me.” A man at the front stood up and walked towards the stage.
“Pour some sugar on me, baby!” he shouted and a bunch of other men cheered. I tried to smile, but I felt like I was grimacing.
“Sit on my face!” someone else shouted. And I strutted, I turned around so that my ass was facing the crowd and my face was towards the back. I moved my hips back and forth to the beat, I knew that I was an absolutely crappy dancer, but there wasn’t really much else that I could do.
“Start taking off your clothes!” someone else shouted. I would rather have died than take anything off.
“Come on, sexy. Let me see that ass!” another man yelled. I took off my cowboy hat and threw it into the crowd, and the cheers went even wilder. I could see how the fanfare might be appealing to some women, but it wasn’t appealing to me.
“I want that bikini top!” someone else shouted.
I took a deep breath, unsure what to do. Suddenly, a guy jumped on the stage and wrapped his arms around my waist. I turned around and pushed him off me.
“Hey,” I said, “stop it!”
“I’m helping you, beautiful,” he said. “You seem to forget where your bikini strap is.” Before I could respond another man had jumped onto the stage and punched the guy right in the face. The guy went flying to the ground and I screamed.
“It’s okay, Arya,” said a deep, familiar voice. My savior was wearing a cowboy hat, a fake mustache, and overalls, but as I looked into his eyes, I knew it was Chet.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed at him.
“Saving you.”
“Chet!”
“Don’t you mean, thank you?” He grabbed my hand. “Come on”
“What’s going on here?” a man shouted.
“Let me take you home.” Chet squeezed my hand. “She’s done,” he shouted at the crowd. “Go home to your wives, fellas.”
“I want to see some titties and some ass!” an older man from the side yelled angrily. Chet let go of my hand and took a menacing step in his direction.
“You want me to beat your ass well?”
He took a hasty step back. Chet walked back towards me and grabbed my hand.
“Chet, this was my—”
“Really, Arya?”
He gave me a look, and I pressed my lips together. Before I knew what was happening, he swept me up and jumped off of the stage with me in his arms. He carried me as if I were light as a feather.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, “I just need to get my purse, it’s in the back.”
