"You're new. Not much of a rind on you." Clementine Pennyfeather, WestWorld 2016.
A big dark room filled with flashing lights on strobes, loud music, and rowdy gentlemen. She's only seen exotic clubs and nudie bars on television, so to be inside one and to actually work in one was a whole different experience for Belle.
"So how long will it be before I-" Belle asked, pointing to the tall shiny metal pole on the stage.
"Pole dance?" Ruby asked, and Belle nodded yes. "Well unless you want to break your neck, it will be a while before you're ready," Ruby explained as Belle continues to follow behind her through the dark club.
"No right now you should be focusing on lap dances. No chairs, no tables, or poles, just laps. I'm sure you're able to do a lap dance, right?" Ruby asked.
Belle wasn't sure. She didn't have a man to practice her dancing on. She used her old stuffed animals as an audience when she practiced at home, but they weren't able to give her the feedback she needed. The club owner David, also known as Charming, didn't even see her dance in her interview. All she did was tell him her story of how she was trying to pay off her school loans and her father's drinking debt so they could keep their house. Charming was probably so moved by her story that he hired her on the spot, without even seeing if she was qualified.
"The term we use here is called a 'floor girl'. You won't go on stage, you'll walk the floor looking for customers who want a private lap dance. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good. Now, let's pop your 'first customer' cherry." Ruby said with a delighted giggle.
Belle forced a nervous chuckle, but it was meant to be believable. She was anything but okay at this point. She never thought her life would go downhill so fast that she was reduced to stripping at night to pay her student loans off while working at the library during the day to pay her father's mortgage.
She looks down at herself. She was wearing a jewel-encrusted bra with silver tassels that swayed along her belly. Her underwear was a silver and blue thong, with two metal heart accessory pieces on either side of her hips to hold the tiny material together. Her stilettos were tall, adding at least 6 inches to her 5'2 stature. She may not have known what she was doing, but she definitely dressed like she did.
A man walked into the club, different from all the rest. He was wearing an expensive black suit with a gold tie clip that matched the gold handle of the cane he walked with. He scanned the club, eyeing every girl in the room until his eyes locked on Belle. They stayed on her for a while, and they even drifted below her face to take a long look at her body too.
"Ruby." she said, nudging her new friend and distracting her from talking to one of her customers.
"What?" Ruby asked.
Belle nodded her head to gesture towards the strange man watching her at the far end of the club.
"Oh that's just Mr. Gold, he is Zelena's regular." Ruby explained."He's super rich and super powerful. He wouldn't be into you, no offense, but you're a newbie."
Belle didn't take offense, and in fact, she was happy that this man wouldn't be interested in her. She didn't want to dance with anyone, not yet at least. With all the eyes, murmurs, and grabby hand clients, this was going to take some time to get used to. She needed her first night to go smoothly, so she could learn the ropes and get a feel for this place.
He moved across the room using his cane to steady his gait, the closer he got to Belle, the nervous she became. Even with all the people and beautiful girls in the room, it was like he only noticed her. Before long he reached her, and there was no chance to flee.
"You're new." He remarked, taking the view of her in bit by bit.
"-uh yes." she said, feeling her whole body tense up as his eyes roamed her practically naked body.
Damn was it that easy for people to tell, was it the innocence she held in her eyes, or her body's bashful mannerisms that led him to believe she had no idea what she was doing. Maybe she was just overreacting, he probably frequents the club and has never seen her before.
"Oh- Hello Mr. Gold." Ruby flirted. "Let me go grab Zelena for you," Ruby said before turning to Belle. "You stay here with Mr. Gold and keep him company."
"-wait, but." She stammered, not wanting to be left alone with a strange man.
Ruby skedaddled off quickly to fetch the other dancer for Mr. Gold. He then takes a seat in the booth next to Belle while she stood there awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with him.
"So, what's your name new girl?"
"Bel- I mean, Dakota."
"Well, Bel- I mean Dakota, can I trouble you for a lap dance?"
She took a disconcerting step back from him. "I'm new. You wouldn't want me."
"I beg to differ."
She turns back to where the locker rooms were, hoping to see Zelena or Ruby approaching. "But what about Zelena?"
He twisted the golden handle of his cane in his hand. "Tonight I require something a little more... fresh, and you seem to be lacking in experience."
"This is my first night." She revealed bashfully.
"Then allow me to be your first customer. I would be honored." He said, placing a hand on his chest.
She chuckled, he couldn't be serious, there were so many other girls in the club who actually knew what they were doing. What was so special about her? "You're joking right?"
"Hmm, I don't seem to be laughing," He said. "But it is your choice. I just would hate to see such a nice young woman's confidence deflated because her first customer didn't appreciate her inexperience."
"And you would?"
"Quite. I'm not too particularly keen on virgins, but I'm willing if you are."
She gave it a thought, she was hoping for an easy first night, but she still needed to make some money. Mr. Gold seemed sweet enough, and he was undeniably the most decent man in the entire club. So what the hell, why not give it a shot.
"Okay, but I'm warning you, I haven't had much practice." She tells him.
She held out her hand for him to take and she led him to the area where the private dances were performed. An empty booth was available for them behind dark blue and purple satin curtains. He takes his suit jacket off and hangs it neatly on a convenient coat rack. He then loosened up his tie and took his seat in front of her with his legs gaped opened, and arms splayed along the top of the booth he sat in.
Belle didn't know the first thing to do now that there was an actual man in front of her, her heart was racing, and her knees felt weak. The dance was only for one song, 3 or 4 minutes and it would be over, but she still said a quick prayer that the song playing was a short one.
"Show me what you can do." He tells her.
She walks over to him slowly and sensually, swaying her hips subtly letting the tassels of her bra move with her body. She straddles his lap, placing her hands on his shoulders to keep her steady in the unbalanced position. Belle nervously begins to rock her hips in a slow pace. Her eyes stayed off his. She instead looks down to where her body met his, watching her hips move against his groin.
She felt so stupid doing this. If she didn't need the money so badly, she would just stop, and run from Mr. Gold and the club and never return to this vile place. But she couldn't, the bank had already sent two notice of property seizures in the mail. So she held onto whatever dignity she had left and kept swaying her hips on his. Even though she refused to look at him, she could feel his eyes on her, and he was probably regretting coming back here with her after seeing how inexperienced she was.
His hand cupped her by the chin to lift up her head. Their eyes had met for a moment before she turned her head away from him, unable to look at Mr. Gold while she did this degrading act to him.
She heard him chuckle lightly. Great, now he was making fun of her. But that wasn't the case for Gold. He liked seeing this timid girl try her best to tease him with her amateur lap dance. It was also certainly arousing to watch her shy away from his touch. He pushed her auburn hair away from her face and off her shoulders so that her hair rested on her back. He wanted to see all of her beauty, not just her body.
"You're doing wonderfully well." He complimented.
"I am?" Belle asked, it didn't feel like she was doing well.
"Yes, may I offer a suggestion?"
"I guess, it's your dance."
"Make eye contact. The eyes are where all your confidence lies, and besides, you have the most beautiful blue eyes. I don't want you hiding them from me."
She blushed. She forgot how sweet he spoke. Maybe she could relax enough to have a good time with him. He didn't mind the fact that she didn't know what she was doing, so why should she? Belle was sure that every stripper's first day was rough, so she shouldn't put herself down just because she was new. Hell, he asked her for a dance because she was new. Maybe it was time to stop worrying so much and just enjoy dancing to some music. Mr. Gold wasn't a bad looking guy either, in fact, he was quite handsome.
She looks at him, gleaming her blue eyes into his dark browns, biting her lip precariously, still a bit unsure of what he actually wanted. His hands went to her hips, they were soft and gentle, they didn't force her to go faster. More like comforting her, to let her know that he was enjoying her dance.
She was enjoying the dance too. She removes her hands from his shoulders and wraps her arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as she continued to ride him. His hands became tighter around her hips, and he begins to rock her in a circular motion on himself. Belle even started to bounce a tad bit, bringing her breasts closer to his face so he could watch them move.
"That a girl, just like that." He muttered softly, transfixed on the desirable way she moved her body against him. "You're so beautiful."
"You're cute too." A common stripper line that Ruby taught her.
His hands moved from her hips to rest on her backside, he grabbed her ass and even gave her a couple of love taps on it that sent chills down her spine. She could feel him getting harder as she continued to grind herself on his lap. She closed her eyes, still caressing the back of his neck and running her fingers through his soft hair, losing herself while riding on top of him, coming undone in his lap while he squeezed her ass possessively. She belonged to him tonight. He was going to take his time and enjoy the new girl, he didn't care if he spent over a thousand dollars tonight, as long as it was on her, he was fine with it.
Belle begins to feel his hips thrust to meet her rocks. The slow intimate dance was gradually becoming mind-numbing for her. Moans escaped her lips when his erection rubbed against her clit with every circular pass of her hips. She could tell he was well endowed from the way his pants extended out between them. They moved in sync with each other, and Belle even felt herself become wet between her folds. They weren't even having sex, but she felt close to coming.
"Am I still doing a good job?" she whispered in his ear, sending more desire for her to his cock. Not only was she inexperienced, she wanted his approval too.
"You're doing excellent sweetheart." He told her while gently stroking his hand up and down the vertical indention of her back. He loved the way she felt, she was so soft and so young. "My cock is so hard, if you keep this up I may have to take you home with me."
Belle giggled. She heard the song end but she didn't want to stop dancing, and from the way he was holding her, she was sure he didn't want her to stop either. So she continued to dance on top of him, riding him as the introduction to the next sultry song began to play.
"Gold?" A voice said. Belle stops abruptly, using her hands to cover up her body, simply forgetting that she was a stripper in a strip club. She turns around on his lap and sees Zelena standing behind them, holding the privacy curtains wide open. "Belle? What the hell are you doing with my customer?"
"I-I-He- I'm sorry I didn't know." She tried to explain.
"Well get the hell off him, it's not like you know what you're doing anyways."
Belle felt bad, it was only her first day and she already fucked up. She was just about to get up, when she felt him wrap his arm around her bare stomach, preventing her from moving off his lap.
"No, please stay where you are." He told her. Gold moves over so he could see the other woman directly. "I wanted a dance from her."
Zelena didn't understand how he would even be interested in the new girl, and not someone experienced as she was. "Her? But she's a newbie."
"Trust me. I'm well aware Zelena." He said with a smug grin.
"But I thought I was your favorite." She whined annoyingly to him.
"What on earth gave you that idea?"
"You're my regular, you ask for me every night." she explained in that irritating high-pitched whined.
"That doesn't mean you were my favorite. You're a great dancer and everything, but I think I found something I actually enjoy." He told her before returning his attention back to the beautiful enchantress who was still sitting on top of him.
Zelena didn't leave, she just stood there and looked at the both of them with a doleful expression. Almost like she was waiting for him to come to his senses and change his mind about choosing Belle.
"Was there something else you needed?" Mr. Gold asked.
Zelena doesn't answer, but this time she does leave the private area in a huff. Belle was shocked. She couldn't believe he dismissed one of the veteran girls of the club, just so that they could continue their dance. She doesn't ask why, and honestly, she didn't care. He gave her so much confidence in that single moment that the next song she danced to for him, she decided to do topless.