Chapter One : The Basics
My name is Isabella Swan.
I am a burlesque dancer and singer.
But I'm not a slut; I don't spread my legs, I'm not that easy.
Actually, scratch that. Recently I have spread my legs, but not for just any one.
Three months ago, I became something that would have my parents rolling over in their graves. I became a burlesque dancer for Hedonica. I was lured in by an amorous and misguided-not to mention –creepy-blind date. Shortly after he tried to cop a feel of the goods (don't ask), some people walked up and shot him point blank. They wanted me dead as well, but I was given another choice for my silence. I don't know if it was any better than death. At least I would have my freedom.
Bad and good things happened at the club. Mostly bad things, though.
I've made great friends while working here, my brother Emmett has also found the love of his life in this hell hole. Rose, my best friend, co-worker, and sister in law, is the only that keeps me from downing the half bottle of hydrocodone in my bathroom cabinet.
I learned that if I keep my head and eyes lowered, and put on a good show, that I had nothing to be afraid about. I'm trying to stay positive that everything will work out in the end, but currently sucks to be me.
The pun totally intended.
Needless to say that Hedonica is not that kind of club, many think that it isn't much better than the stripper club "Baby Dolls" down the street. Ugh! Who in the hell names these damn clubs have some sick fantasies. Who would think a naked woman would look like an innocent baby doll? In that case it makes you wonder if they have some serious problems around kids. UGH! Who ever thought that less was more was so messed up in the head.
The darkness is waiting for me.
The darkness did not look inviting.
The darkness didn't care that I didn't want to sing and dance tonight.
I step on the stage, getting into position waiting on my music and people to get seated.
Hearing the beginning beats of the song, curtain slowly raising, opening to my personal hell.
This place wasn't very original in its music. The song was broken up into a trio: Rose, Alice and I. We each had our own act. Tonight we were using Express by Christina Aguilera.
My job is too basically to tease the men in the club, showing leg and shimming our chest. We're supposed to be dressed up as every man's fantasy. I could only imagine what would happen if the men in the club was allowed to touch.
The song didn't last long, but it's the longest five minutes of my life. I just wanted to go home and relax in hot bath and forget that I shake my ass and breast for a living.
This is my life.
I'm a Burlesque dancer.