Warning: Some parts of this story might highly bother people. Ana will have a bad struggle with drug addiction and drinking problems. Ana's background story will later be discovered and about why she's a stripper. Enjoy!
"Ana you have a booking tomorrow. I'll write the address for you before you leave." Miranda, my manager, tells me as I get back from a private show.
"Creep?" I sit at the bar and take a sip of my long island ice tea she's been holding for me.
"Nah this one doesn't sound too bad. He does sound attractive though."
"That's a plus. What's he want?"
"He wouldn't say. Said he'd tell you in person."
"Well okay." I hand her my drink and have her set it behind the bar while I go and give another guy a lap dance.
He's obviously drunk, you could smell the alcohol from a mile away, "You are oh so sexy."
I take in a deep breath, "Thank you baby." I have my stage voice perfected. Sounds almost exact to Marilyn Monroe who I look up too and it drives these guys crazy.
"How much extra for a quick bang?"
"We don't do that here." This is the part where my voice is a bit harder to keep up. Stripping and prostitution are different. I've done the other before and its just not as east to carry out, even on drugs.
"What if I take you home?" He runs his hand up my thigh.
"I'm really sorry honey but it's just not going to happen. I could actually get fired. You'd have to book me for any thing outside the club."
"Come on, um, what's your name?"
"Brandy."
"What a beautiful name."
I lean close to his ear, "Just let me dance baby." I had him another strong drink and force him to put it to his lips.
When I finish the dance I collect my money, four hundred for four songs, and let another girl called Ruby move in. That's the one great thing about this club, it's expensive, that doesn't change the people, but I get paid so much more. I can normally make about three thousand a night if I work a double. Now of course I pay seventy for the flat fee for a double and then the club gets ten percent. I leave almost every night making two-thousand and seven hundred. And then when I have private bookings I make three hundred an hour and the club gets five percent. Nights when I go on the real stage I can make about five hundred on a crowded night and three hundred on a slow night.
At the end of the night; five lap dances eleven songs total I made eleven hundred , plus nearly six hundred from my first shift stage, and a lucky seven from my second shift I made a total of 2,400. And after all the fees I leave with 2090. Not too bad though I have done better.
"Bye Miranda!" I shout as I walk to my car.
"Bye sweetie!" Miranda is the reason I got hired here in the first place. When I came in I'd lost so much weight from the drugs I was on they didn't want to hire me. Miranda convinced them, cause I'm damn good at what I do, and let me stay with her while I saved up money and helped me put some weight back on. Even though I haven't fully kicked the habit I'm slowing down.
Now I live in a nice part of town only thirty minutes from the club, a good size apartment, three bedrooms, and two baths. Plus none of the creeps from the club would think I could live somewhere like this. I set the slip with my address for tomorrow on my dinner table, take two amytals, and lay in the bed. Even though you're suppose to get it from a doctor, I know some people, and can get it pretty cheap. Since I have to work so much I have to take something to keep me up during the day and something to knock me out at night.
I wake up early since the mystery man told Miranda that I needed to show up at eight. I do a quick line and hop in the shower. Looking your best is always important in these things, that gets you a reoccurring customer, and to dress nice but always sexy. I slip into a tight red dress and tall black heels. I curl my hair and put on light makeup. That's the problem with a lot of strippers, they're either ugly or cake on so much makeup they look it. Now me I consider myself lucky; Bright blue eyes, long darker blonde hair, good skin, and curvy but not too much. That's how I make money. And unlike most the drugs don't affect me. At least not yet. I hear that one a lot too.
I get in my car, put the address in my GPS, and start that way. The man lives in a nice part of town too, working in L.A I get a lot of bad places in my line of work. Now the ones in the better part of town get very interesting. A lot of people have a lot of odd things they keep secret. I went to a guys house once and all he wanted was to watch me lick ice-cream pops but he had me stay for about seven hours so it worked out for me.
When I pull up the house is huge, extremely modern, and there's a brand new 2013 Dodge Challenger in perfect white paint completely clean. I pull up behind the car and put mine in park. I step out and walk up to the front door. I ring the door bell, step back, and wait. I finally hear a lock and then the door pulls open. A tall man, with longer (but not that creepy long) dark hair, broad shoulders, and grey eyes answers.
"Brandy?" His voice is deep and extremely sexy. Miranda was not lying at all.
I pull my voice together. "Yes I am."
He pulls the door back and waves his hand, "Come in."
I flutter my eyes at him and step into the house. He turns around and leads me into a living room. The inside of the house is just like the outside, very modern. It's very big, open space, with a huge flat screen. I sit on the couch and cross my legs seductively.
"Now what can I do for you?" I ask as I watch him sit on the thick coffee table in front of me.
"I'm sure this isn't normal but I need you to come with me on vacation to the Bahama's with my family. And I need you to act like you're my girlfriend."
I'm slightly caught off guard, "Not normal but not too much either. But why do you need to pay someone to act? You are very good looking so I'm sure you wouldn't have a hard time getting a real girlfriend."
"I work constantly so I don't exactly have time. I'm sure you're thinking I'm gay but I'm not. I just want to make my mom be content for a while. She wants me to get married, have kids, all that. I'm twenty-five and I'm not thinking too much about that. I'll pay extra if you'd like. What's the regular fee?" He rest his head on his hands.
"Three hundred."
He nods, "Okay. I'll give you five. That's an hour correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay. That'll be fine."
"You sure you got that much cash?"
"Trust me. I have plenty of cash. I'll also buy you clothes and pay for everything else."
"Okay babydoll."
"Now what's your real name?"
"Ana."
"Okay Ana."
"You sure you wanna pay that much for a fake girlfriend?"
"Yeah if it makes my mom happy."
"Alright. That's a lot of money so I'm not gonna say no."
"Well here's three hundred for today. Be here Sunday night we leave Monday. Come and right down your size for all of your clothing sizes and what not."
He moves to his kitchen counter and hands me a pin and paper.
Shirts: small
pants/skirts: medium
shoes: 7
bathing suit (top/bottom): small/medium
"That good?"
"Also put bra and panties."
Shirts: small
pants/skirts: medium
shoes: 7
bathing suit (top/bottom): small/medium
bra/panties: 34B/medium
"Okay, thank you."
"Are you going to be picking them out?"
"No. I'll hear a personal stylist."
"Oh. Well alright."
"I'll show you to the door."
He leads me back to the door and opens it for me, "Here's your money."
"Oh no, you don't pay me. You keep the cash then send it to the club, they get ten percent. And they expect it to be sent to them first along with our paying arrangement. And I'll do you a favor you can only pay me for twelve hours a day. I don't want to take that much cash from you honey."
"I don't mind."
"I do. Bye baby." I kiss his check and head home. Since he didn't keep me long I call into the club and catch a shift.
"So all I have to do is act like his girl friend and I get paid five hundred for twelve hours."
"Hold shit. Long Island?"
"Nah, sex on the beach this time."
"Okey dokey."
She mixes it up, "And he's even going to buy you all new clothes."
"Yep. This man is crazy but he's sexy as hell."
"Then this is the best deal you've ever gotten."
"Yes it is."
"And hey maybe it'll be like one of those movies where he falls in love with you." She says as she hands me my drink.
"That is a defiant no go. I can tell he wants the business type, not the stripper type."
"Ya never know girl."
I am super excited about this story! Let me know what you think so far. But give it a few chapters to get really good before canceling it out completely. I also don't want to hear about the drug/drinking. Thanks!