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"You're working at a strip club? Why? Honey, if you need help, your father and I will be more than help you out. If you need money, we can send you some; you can come back home if you need. You don't need to go taking your clothes off for money! No need to lower yourself to work at a place like that!" the voice of my mother cries through the other end of the phone.
I roll my eyes at her and her old school way of thinking.
"Mother, there is nothing wrong with being an exotic dancer, or stripping in general. The ones who work in clubs like that deserve nothing but respect for what they do and put up with. It might not sound glamorous, but I would not be "lowering myself" working there." I explain calmly, not feeling up to arguing with my mom.
"Oh Honey," my mom sighs, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that, I truly didn't. I'm not looking down on strippers, not at all. It's not really the stripping or dancing part I have an issue with. My distaste is more directed at the ones who run those establishments. I have heard some horrible stories about the treatment and environment that the workers go through, they are nothing but trouble. I'm worried about you and would hate for something to happen to you based solely on your line of work."
"I'll be fine mom. And I think what you missed me saying was that, I would be working as a bartender and occasional waitress. Yeah, I might be dressing a little sexy or whatever, but I wouldn't actually be getting up on stage. We both know I cannot dance to save my life and have no business being up on a pole, I'd fall and break my neck."
I hear my mom cackling through the line and roll my eyes at her,
"Gee mom, thanks for not disputing my claim. Glad to know you have faith in my abilities."
Still chuckling, my mom responds, "But Honey, you know as well as I, you can trip over air. And I just had a visual in my head of you trying to get up on the pole and stumbling like a new born deer!"
She starts laughing all over again,
"Mom! I get it!" I exclaim, laughing along with her, "See, you had nothing to worry about to begin with. I am not fit to be a stripper or an exotic dancer, alright! Now stop making fun of me! And ask me why I decided to apply for a position at the club!"
She clears her throat, trying to calm down from laughing so much at me.
"I'm sorry Honey. Why are you going to work the club?"
"Because, this club is one of the most high end spots in New York. Not just for the type of club it is though, they have branches all over the place and they cater to a very special group of clientele, specializing in many different forms of "entertainment", with stores and clubs and other things. They employ both men and women to work as dancers and everything. This is the perfect place for me to start and work my way up to owning and running my own business."
"What is this place called?"
"WWE, or World Wide Entertainment."
My mom goes quiet form a moment, and I bit my lip waiting for her response.
"World Wide Entertainment… why does that name sound familiar? Oh! I know! Don't they also produce porn and sex toys and things like that?"
My face goes beat red, "Mom! How do you know about that?!"
"Honey, your father and I do not live under a rock. I know sex sells, and the sex industry is a very high paying one. I've been into one of the stores they have. Very interesting stuff I must say."
"Mom! I don't want to know that about you or dad! Please! I don't care if we talk about sex, I just don't want to know about your sex life!"
"Okay, okay… Alright, so will you just be working as a bartender/waitress or will you be working in other locations as well? I need to be prepared just in case a friend of mine mentions seeing you in a porn video or something."
I close my eyes, shaking my head, "Well, for now, I'm just a bartender. I- I don't know if I might be doing something else."
"Well, give me a heads up if something changes okay. And honestly, if you do move to something else, know that I will support you no matter what Honey. I just want you to be safe, happy, and healthy."
"Thanks mom."
We say our good-byes before hanging up the phone. I let out a long sigh of relief, thankful that my mom too that much better than I originally thought.
I run a hand down my face and glance over at the clock. I still have a while before I am due to start my shift tonight. I might as well get a little sleep in before I have to get ready so I can make it the night.
"Alright Ms. Wilkins, you are going to be shadowing our head bartender, Xavier Woods, until you get used to the way things work around here. Dasha will also be helping you learn the tables and everything for when you work the floor. Tonight is going to be wilder than I originally told you. It seems we had a last minute booking for a bachelorette party. Not those things are ever exactly calm when the boys perform, but the bachelorette parties tend to go crazy. Especially when Balor is performing."
The manager of the club, Kurt Angle, explains to me as he finished showing me around the empty club.
"I understand Mr. Angle." I say with a smile. "But one question, who is Balor?"
Kurt smiles down at me, "I'll introduce you. He's a great guy, really down to earth and one of our most popular guys who works here. But he also does some modeling for the company. The women love him, well most guys do too, but yeah. Oh, there he is. Balor! Hey Finn!"
I look to the guy Kurt is calling to and find a man hanging from a salmon ladder, muscles bulging and grunting each time he pulls himself up. He jumps down from the ladder as he hears Kurt calling to him and makes his way over to us.
Oh dear lord! No one women love him! This man is gorgeous, a real life Adonis. Even with a shirt on, and just by the look of this man's arms, I can tell he is incredibly fit and toned, probably looks like he is carved from marble. His fucking thighs! Oh damn, I bet they would be nice to sit on and ride. And fuck! Those baby blue eyes and that smile, thick neck, and wide shoulder, perfect for holding on to. Damn it. I can just tell this man is going to be trouble for me. Or the perfect wet dream
"Kurt! 'Ello mystery lady!" Balor greets, pulling Kurt in for a hug.
They both clap each other on the back before pulling back.
"Finn, I want you to meet the newest member of on our Team. Ms. Lyla Wilkins, meet Finn Balor, also known and The Demon King!"
He flashes me a big grin, holding his hand out to me, "Nice ta meet ya Ms. Wilkins."
I take a hold of his hand, feeling a spark jolt through me from his touch. I try to keep my cool, to not let him see the effect the mere presence of him is having on my body.
"Mr. Balor, it is a pleasure to meet you. I hear you are going to be the cause of my first night being pure chaos." I say teasingly with a smile.
"heheheh! Well, I don't know about that. But I do tend to draw in a good crowd I guess."
Kurt laughs, "Always so modest Finn. You know exactly the effect you have, you purposefully do the things you do, just to get a reaction while on stage."
Finn shrugs, like he doesn't know what Kurt is talking about, "On stage yeah. But off stage, eh. I don't see the big deal."
I laugh at how he tries to deflect, obviously uncomfortable with the attention and praise.
"Alright, whatever you say Balor. Well, we'll let you get back to your workout and preparing for tonight."
Finn nods to Kurt but keeps his eyes on me, "I hope you have fun on your first night. Maybe you'll have a chance to see my stage."
Finn turns and walks away as I let out a laugh. Kurt turns to me with a confused look on his face,
"Lyla? What is it?"
"Oh nothing. I'm just thinking that my mom might have been right when I told her where I was going to start working."
"What'd she say?" he questions.
"That working here is going to be nothing but trouble. Oh, how right she is. But I like getting in trouble sometimes, keeps things interesting and fun."
"Oh Lyla, I think you get going to fit in just right around here." Kurt says with a laugh, putting his hand on my shoulder and guiding me off back to the bar.
All the while, unknown to me, a pair of crystal blue eyes are watching me very closely, following my every movement with a smile on his face.
