“Let’s get this party started.” Lucca raised a glass of clear liquid.
Dante sat down, and the hype man who announced the girls came up.
“Tonight, we have a real show for you. Madison is now exclusively at il Signore. So that means if you want to see her, you gotta be here. It also means you need to show her some love, because she is going to do something special just for tonight.” He stepped down.
The lights went low, and then the spotlight was turned on and Dante was blinded at first. Madison was nude except for a fishnet bodysuit. She had pasties and maybe a thong on, but that was it. The whole bar went quiet except for the music Madison danced too. Everyone, him included, was mesmerized.
She took control of the stage and demanded their attention, which they all were willing to give it to her. Her eyes caught his at an intense sexual move, and he swore she winked at him. It had to be the lights. Couldn’t it? The way she had slammed the door in his face at her place, he didn’t think she wanted to see him again.
Again at the floor portion, it appeared like she was crawling straight to him and looking deep into his eyes. But it couldn’t be. He wanted to see if someone was behind him, but he knew no one was. Then there was the fact that their position was somewhat hidden, but it was like she knew where he was. When she did a fan with her legs into a front split and then a pull-through into a backbend, she ran her hands from her neck to between her legs. He swore she mouthed along to the suggestive song while she looked straight at him.
He shook his head. His mind invented all sorts of things. There was no way she wanted more. Could she? There was also the fact that she would run in the other direction if she knew who he was.
Then there was the fact that he had seen her nude before, it shouldn’t turn him on as much as it did. But it didn’t feel right. It was like her body, but not quite it. It could be the fishnets making it look different. It wasn’t like he was an expert on her body after one night.
It wasn’t until she hooked her leg high up on the pole that he could see that he couldn’t see. She wasn’t naked. She had on a flesh-colored bodysuit under the fishnets with what looked like pasties and a thong sewn onto it so it seemed like one piece. He had been right. She had fooled them all. She finished up and left the stage.
Able to take his eyes away from her, now that she was gone, he could see that the floor was stacked high with the money that had been thrown out for her. It was sure to net them both a nice sum of money at the end of the night.
****
Madison finished her set and went up to change. In a normal performance, she did a good job at looking around the room to make each customer feel like she danced for them. But each of her sets, her eyes had found Dante’s. It had been magnetic. No matter how many times she tore her gaze away to work the room, her gaze was dragged back to his. When he was watching her, she could tell it was his eyes on her. Her nipples had gotten hard, and she got wet during her sets.
Something that never happened.
Dancing wasn’t sexual for her even though the moves might be considered that and that the patrons found it stimulating. For her, it was moving her body to the music. Her body was the machine, and she would test its limits with her strength and flexibility. For her, it was the power and control she had over her body and somewhat the audience. The way she used her body could cause a desired reaction from the crowd.
She headed to the bar to help Zoe out.
“Hey, that was a pretty awesome fake-out. You looked like you were naked.” Zoe wiped down the bar during a lull.
“Thanks. I wanted my first night to be good so I said to go big.”
“You did.”
Madison looked over the bar top, and there was a horde rushing towards her and Zoe. They got busy serving drinks. Madison tucked her tips into her jeans. Lots of the patrons were eager to get a drink from her and were willing to tip well. Most of them were harmless.
“I didn’t expect you to come out naked on the first night, but it was worth the high admission.” Eric leaned on the bar.
“Well, you didn’t see me naked. What can I get you?”
“You know what I want.”
“Well, we both know that’s not on offer, so do you want a drink?”
“No, I—”
“Then move aside, some of us want to get a drink,” said a man down at the corner of the bar.
Madison moved down the bar to the older gentleman who looked like he could be everyone’s grandfather.
“What can I get you?”
The night wore on and after they closed, she helped to clean up behind the bar and get it ready for the next night.
“You want to walk out together?” Zoe picked up her bag.
“No, that’s ok. I still need to get the money from my sets before I leave.”
