She ignores me as she walks past me. Then she goes to her locker and opens it up after fumbling with the lock.
Sash and I exchange looks with one another.
“Cindy? Your set?” I try again. I’m ignored again but now I know why. When she’s done searching in her locker she has in her hand a small little baggie filled with white powder.
Cocaine.
Taking the bag she sits in front of the mirror and empties the contents on the counter. With a ten dollar bill from her g-string she rolls its up and places it against her nostril. After quickly lining it up she snorts it. Her eyes roll the back of her head as she wipes her nose.
Sash shakes her head while I only stare at her with sorrow. I wonder what made her start using drugs.
“Aren’t you next?” She asks me before going back for another hit.
I wince as she does. “Yeah, I am.”
“Have fun. Lord knows I am now.” She laughs but it’s a haunted empty sound.
Sash grabs my shoulders and steers me away from Cindy and out of the back room.
We stop once we reach the side exit of the stage. From seeing Cindy snort Cocaine like it was nothing to being barely naked about to put on a show a whole bundle of nerves attacks me.
“I can feel you getting tense. Cupcake, you have nothing to worry about. You’ll do great up there. Don’t let the men get too touchy. Stay near the pole and when you go on the floor don’t get too close to the edge. Remember you’re beautiful and powerful. I’ll be here for you right on the side. If things get to be too much for you do the hand signal and I’ll cut the music.”
“Thank you,” I say gratefully. She smiles at me, an encouraging one. Shaking out the nerves I then push back my shoulders and stand tall. “Okay, I’m ready.”
With all the bravado I can muster I begin to walk on the stage. The only sounds I hear are the click of my heels and the few but rowdy and lewd comments from the patrons.
I ignore them the best that I can as I wait for my music to start.
I position myself in front of the pole. The cold but smooth metal laying against the middle of my back. My right arm is raised above my head and holding onto the pole as my left hand rests on my thigh. One of my legs is bent and I have my back arched to show off my curves and breasts.
Don’t think about it, Grace. Feel the music and pretend no one is there.
As the music begins I hear the familiar beat of Doja Cat’s Streets come through the speakers. The lights slowly turn on until there is a red light casting over my skin.
Closing my eyes I begin to move my hips suggestively from side to side. Opening my legs wider each time that I do. My hand slides to the inner part of my thigh and then I brush my fingers over my pussy. That earns me shouts and whistles from the men. Then with my hand on the pole above me I slowly descend until the only thing touching the pole is my ass. My legs are opened wide and before the men can stare too long I close them shut, turning to the side and sticking my ass out while I rise back up whipping my hair back as I do.
I let the beat thrum through my body like the blood in my veins. I let it control me. And once I do I find it easier as I lose myself in the music.
I set up for the trick, The Fairy as I take my outer arm and bring it across my chest to grab the pole. Once I have both of my arms placed properly I swing my outer leg in a circle and hookmy ankle on the pole. Kicking my inner leg out I then do The Fairy. I tilt my head back, my hair teasing the crack of my ass as I do.
Following the beat of the music I go into my next part of the routine.
But then the air changes.
I feel it deep in my bones and in every molecule of my body.
The air is charged with a high energized electricity that only he emits when he’s near.
The back of my neck breaks out with goosebumps as my stomach flutters.
And for the first time since my performance I allow myself to look in the crowd.
In the low warm light I see him.
Suddenly my body comes alive.
For a moment in time it’s like we are frozen. I take him in, with his Vipers MC cut, a black shirt and a pair of black jeans that hug his muscular thighs too well.
