500 Word Chapter Challenge.
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The light click of heels echoed off of the dimly lit walls of the narrow hallway. The overwhelming sound of applause increased as Katrina Nayde made her way towards its bitter sweet melody. With a calm that always came over her in these moments, the young woman took a deep breath, hand steady on the doorknob of a metal door. As soon as she pulled it open, her piercing green eyes were met with darkness. Easily, she began her strut to the center of the stage, the noise of the audience finally settling down to a deafening silence. All that could be heard was the familiar click of her high heels, until not even that could be heard. The seconds ticked by, as if there were nothing and no one in the entire building. That is, until one single tune sounded out from the large speakers. In that same moment, a single dim spotlight flashed on, directly above Katrina's form, illuminating her body for the crowd. The sounds of applause and cheers exploded with a burst of excitement. Whistles and catcalling was heard as the woman's body remain unmoving, leaning against a silver colored pole that reached from the floor to the ceiling.
Black scene styled hair fell slightly down to Katrina's shoulders. Only a few strands were colored white. Green eyes stared out into the crowd, unable to make out any familiar faces. They all sort of just blurred together. All waiting for the slender female to do what they had paid for. Her black and white ruffled skirt may as well of been nonexistent, as it cut off just a little longer than where her panties were, which of course were a matching black. All she had for a shirt was a white tube top that cut off right below her perky breasts. A black colored fishnet hung tightly to her torso, over the tube top. The music in the background began to rise in volume, and Katrina's body began to move as if on its own accord as she let herself be taken to another place. One that only a pole dancer knew.
"Nice work out there, Kat!" Owner of the club, as well as the only person Katrina could call a friend, called out, handing the younger female a bottle of water. Katrina took it gratefully as she wiped some sweat off of her forehead. The cool water felt absolutely amazing the moment it touched her lips.
"Just another night, Pheonix." Katrina shrugged off the compliment, as she usually did. Pheonix knew not to take this as an insult, as that was just how the younger woman was. "Low crowd out there. It better pick up during round two."
"You know it will. Just relax." Katrina scowled at her friend's words but in the back of her mind, knew that she was right. The opened crowd always was a buzz-kill. The raven haired female walked out from behind the stage and sat down at the bar.
Word Count :: 500.
