Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z
I looked out to the crowd as I stretched my legs wide apart, running my hands down them in a seductive manner. I grabbed the pole and quickly jumped onto it and turning myself upside down gripping the pole with my thighs. The music encouraged me to dance in such a way and because of my exotic dancing it encouraged the men ogling me to throw money onto the stage. The dance would last about 30 minutes and then and then I would lie on the edge of the stage and let the men tuck money into my bra or g-string.
Everyday I did this, and everyday I loved it more and more. It gave me such a thrill I just wanted more men to dance for. It was a cheap way to become rich and I loved the drive the men gave you when they demanded more or paid for a private dance. The price for a private dance depended on how long you wanted with the dancer, 30minutes cost 22851.83 yen and an hour cost 34277.75 yen, if they wanted more then it was up to the dancer whether she wanted to dance any longer and usually they always accepted but at a costly price.
I walked off stage piling all the money I had earned whilst I walked, making sure none got free. I only worked nights for 3 hours everyday but it paid my bills, I had the rest of the day to go shopping and how I loved splashing out on expensive gear. I hadn't always been like this, my family scrimped and scrapped every year just to make sure we got by and had a good festive Christmas. This year was sure to be the best, I could afford Christmas for all my family, and I was going to make sure I was generous with the money I earned.
I was only 20 years old, I had no intention on going to university, and I had been to college after my mother convinced me a public service course would give me the qualifications to join the police force as she had once been on the force. I had completed a 3 year BTEC National Diploma, but during those three years things had changed dramatically. All public services required recruits to have a degree in either criminology or have spent so many years in the army. I didn't want neither since one meant running up thousands in debt and the other meant being away from my family.
I had been out one night clubbing with some college friends; I had spent the whole day searching for a job but had been declined on every request for just an application form. So to cheer me up my friend Tessa decided a night out was what we needed. I had been dancing on a podium, freeing myself from all the stress of being rejected a job and having to deal with the idea of a miserable Christmas, my family had been hoping I could help them with the money problem we had this year. One minute I was dancing, the next I was being asked if I would like to audition for a placement at Crush. I had no idea what I was auditioning for, but I decided I couldn't lose anything so went along with it the next day. I was scared, no actually I was absolutely petrified, I had to dance in front of a panel of men and women and impress them, what with I didn't know, but I had to dance in my underwear, the ones I had one, I cringed because they didn't match, I had white unattractive knickers on and I red bra that was on the verge of snapping it was so old.
I was delighted when they informed me that I had got the job and was to start work immediately. At first I had required training, but as soon as I had conquered the stage fright I was dancing like a professional.
I had been working as an erotic dancer for 9 months now and Christmas was fastly approaching. I counted the money I had gained after that last dance and smiled when I added up all that I had earned this week, 228518.35yen. I was in dire need to shop, so I got dressed and left the club out the back and joined the crowd of shoppers as they all made there way to the city, my heaven.
