I started up a livejournal account about a month back and started posting this story on there, meaning to transfer it to also, then I completley forgot about it and I have just found it so thought I would post it and work on this one for now. As I said I am still working on Email received and Like a tattoo, just don't wanna post half done :) Hope you enjoy this, its a bit more racy than all my other stories, def gonna need its M rating. This is pure improv writing, I have no idea, no plan just wanted to do something a bit different! Reviews always appreciated, I never seem to get many reveiws compared to how many hits I get :) Mucho Lovas xoxo
Welcome to Kittens...
Sasha swung around the pole, practicing for tonights performance. She knew it was a big one. She had heard that the WWE were in town and that it was quite likely that some of the wrestlers would drop in after the show. Her ambition was to be a Diva but circumstances had lead her to pole dancing and stripping. She didn't argue though, quite liked her job, she liked being centre of attention, probaly why she craved stardom. She wanted to be known for something though, wrestling. She didn't just want to be one of these so called famous people only famous for falling out of a club, drunk, with her skirt hitched up around her waist. Hard to believe considering her job but she did actually have quite a lot of respect for herself. She knew stripping off for them may not exactly impress anyone worthwhile in the business but it was all she had to offer, she had become used to using her body to get her own way and she hoped it would be the same this time around. She couldn't afford any fancy training schools so she had to work with what she had, and what she had was pretty good. She was the star attraction at Kittens strip club, always the best slot for her performance, always made the most money, always asked for private shows. She couldn't ask for anything more, knew she was in the best position at the club out of all of the dancers. Well she was in more than that position, if she wasn't on the stage or doing a private show you would usually find her bent over the managers desk. Like I said, she was a pro at using her body to get her own way.
Swaying to the beat, she let the music fill her body, made it move her. She enjoyed the feeling of letting go and losing control to the music. The music stopped and Sasha stood up and looked out into the empty club for the disturbance. Tiffany.
'Not like you Sasha to actually be working hard for your money. Aren't you meant to be screwing Joey right now? Ensuring you get the best time slot once again.' Tiffany said, moving towards the stage.
'LIke I said Tiffany, jealousy doesn't look good on you, causes wrinkles. You should watch it.' Sasha smiled, picking up her bag and walking down the steps, off of the stage.
'Fuck you.' Tiffany spat.
'Sorry I don't swing that way,' Sasha shouted as she walked off towards her dressing room. 'Although I know you wished I did.'
She heard Tiffany stamp her feet and let out a squeal and Sasha chuckled. She loved nothing more than pissing Tiffany off, it was too easy. Opening the door to her dressing room she smiled. Joey sat in her chair, looking her up and down, grinning like a cheshire cat.
'Sasha, baby. Fancy an early performance, just for me?' he licked his lips and reached out, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him and caressing her shapley body, stroking her curves and admiring her figure.
Sasha inwardly groaned, yes she used her body to get her own way, didn't mean she enjoyed all aspects of it, like now. The thought of Joey touching her most intimate parts, kissing her, fucking her, made her shudder. She looked at him. I mean really looked at him. He was a bit chubby, he seemed to be sweating constantly and was always wiping his brow with a cotton hankie which he more than once tried to push into Sasha's mouth while getting kinky, she always managed to resist. His black hair was slicked back and was slowly disappearing. To sum it up he looked like a dirty old man, which lets face it he was, he was the owner/manager of a strip club, he loved having all the female dancers at his every beck and call. And as for the old part, well lets just say 50 had passed him by a few years back. Sasha didn't say this of course, it would be more than her job is worth. Instead she smiled once again and opening her legs, straddled his lap, grinding against him, teasing him.
'What are you like Joey?' she giggled, playing the sex kitten role for him when really she was mentally calculating how much time she had to shower again and get ready before her performance.
'You know what I'm like by now baby.' he rasped, getting hotter by the mintue. Sasha decided to stop teasing him and give him what he wanted, the quicker she got this act over with the quicker she could prepare for hopefully the biggest night of her life.