Chapter 1 – Work
Fuck me, I thought as I got out of my piece of shit 1995 Red Jetta, slamming the door and leaning up against it to light another cigarette. Another long fucking night that hadn't even started yet.
I took a long drag from my smoke and slowly strode to the employee entrance. I noticed three motherfuckers looking at me, already ogling me and clearly drunk as fuck, and it wasn't even 7pm yet.
Well, might as well work it, I thought. I shot them my sexiest smile, staring at them from underneath my lashes. I licked my lips and bit the bottom one gently.
I heard cat calls and hooting and hollering. They knew what I was and I knew they would be looking for me as soon as I was on the floor. Shit, I bet their dicks were already hard just thinking about me. Stupid motherfuckers, I thought as I winked at Mike, our bouncer outside.
"Hey, Bella. Ready for a wild night?" He smirked. Shit, this was never ever a good sign.
"Fuck you." I smiled, walking through the door he held for me, slapping my ass as I passed.
Dreading what I would find, I walked up to the board to find what I would be working tonight. Scanning for my name, I finally found it with a groan. Fucking son of a bitch!
I saw I was only on main stage once and side stage twice, that meant very little fucking money. I guess I better make nice with Rosalie. She was going to be on main stage four times tonight, if I was lucky and really fucking nice to her she might let me join her at least once.
I hate this stupid shitty ass club. True, it was the nicest one in all of Port Angeles, and one of the nicest in the whole state, but I still hated the fucking politics of it. Alice and Rose got main stage the most. It all had to do with the size of your tits, naturally. Alice was a large C, so that guaranteed her at least twice on main. Rose, on the other hand, had large over filled motherfucking fake ones, so hence main stage four motherfucking times.
I on the other hand was hot, nice ass, fucking great legs, but was somewhat lacking with my modest B cup.
I sighed, trying to be all fucking giddy and girlie for when I would run into Rose. I had to be on my best behavior, she hated it when I swore, but what the fuck ever.
I made my way to the dressing area and saw Rose sitting in front of her mirror. She was applying copious amounts of foundation and rouge to her cheeks.
Of course she looked hot, she never looked not hot. Her long wavy, blond hair cascaded down her back. She wore four inch stiletto heels on her feet and wore nothing else. She must not have decided what to wear yet.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing myself for all of Rose's excitement. The booming base in the next room was not helping me get excited. Motherfucking New Kids on The Block, "Full Service", fuck me, it was starting early. Great song to dance to, very suggestive, easy to grind to, but fucking awful if you weren't trying to make some money.
I opened my eyes to find Rose, bopping her head from side to side, giggling. Arg, she was perky. Well, at least it wouldn't be too hard to convincer her.
I threw on my perkiest smile and squealed a little, pretending to just notice her. "Rose! Can you believe, New Kids already?"
She turned slowly in her seat so as not to ruin the make up she was so carefully applying. "Bella!" She squealed back and jumped out of her seat, no small feat for the four inch heels and running over to me, grabbing me and crushing me to her…did I mention she was completely naked, ew.
"Hey! So I was wondering. You're off on Tuesday night, right?" I asked and she nodded, thankfully pulling away from me. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the spa or something. I swallowed hard, the next words out of my mouth were my least favorite in the human language, "You know, girl's day out?"
She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. I stepped back, hoping she wouldn't poke anyone's eyes out with those nipples. "Yay! That would be so great!" Her voice was eight octaves too high and I knew she must be spending too much time with Alice. I secretly hoped that they had no other plans to hang out again before Tuesday. Maybe Rose could come down a little by then.
"This will be awesome! We can get manicures and pedicures! And then…" I stopped paying attention as I made my way to my table, setting my bag down and grabbing my own foundation.
I hmmed and haaed as Rose planned our day from start to finish, looking into the mirror appraising my job. Fucking sparkles at the corners of my eyes (they made my eyes pop). Bright fucking wet looking pink lips (guys liked it when I was sucking them off). But I did all that for them, there was no way I was going to forego my black as night eye shadow and eyeliner. Fucking good job, if I said so myself. I wasn't all fucking girly like Rose with her sparkles everywhere, her shiny white liner and silver powder.
"Hey, Rose. I was thinking, you wanna so our Perry routine tonight?"
She looked appraisingly over at me, I assumed to make sure I looked hot, but not hotter than her. I guess she saw whatever she was looking for. "Sure! How about my main stage at 11? Should be packed by then." Yeah, fucking Saturdays.
"Awesome!" Well at least the whole night wasn't going to be a total loss. I'd probably have to still give a few blowjobs, but whatever.
Don't get me wrong. This was definitely one of the nicer clubs. And, of course, we didn't offer to just anyone, regulars and VIP's. If they pay enough, they get what ever they want. That was the rule.
Yes, fine. I'm a whore. But, I'm good at it and I'm going to do it anyway, so why not get paid for it. I was more particular than some of these girls here, I don't do old or creepy…Okay so creepy is relative…I mean they are in a strip club, so I guess they are all technically creepy. And, I always got tested for every STD under the sun, once a week.
I walked over to my locker, trying to decide what to wear as Rose continued to babble, dressing in her short pink skirt and white tube top. Well, I thought, a simple black skirt, barely enough to cover my ass was a no brainer. I grabbed it and a lacy black bra. Rose was peering behind me into my locked. "Wear the Men's White suit shirt and tie it in the front." She instructed. I knew she was right because it went with all my songs, I nodded and grabbed it.
I shirked out of my clothes and grabbed a black thong from my bag (I always kept a few fresh, clean ones in there, just in case.)
I stepped into the panties and Rose watched me as I dressed. "You know, Bella. You could try to put on a couple of ponds. It might help with the boob situation." She said staring directly at my tits, I frowned. "Or! I could give you the name of my surgeon. He's great!"
I rolled my eyes, glad my back was to her. "Yeah, maybe." I said, not wanting to screw up being on main stage twice.
"Cool! Well, I gotta get out there! See ya at eleven! Oh, and wear something different."
She bounded out of the room. I sighed and returned to my locker, trying to figure out what else would do. I took out a red tank top and a pleated, even short black skirt. The black bra would do, but I reached into my bag and found a red g-string. I layed everything out on my chair for later.
I took a deep breath and grabbed my knee high, black patent leather four inch stiletto heels, sliding them on and zipping them up. I crossed the room to look into the full length mirror. Fucking hot, as usual.
I appraised my hair and decided to let my long chocolate brown make hang loose, falling past my shoulders. All looked perfect.
It was time. I sighed and left the dressing room, stopping just behind the curtain that separated me from them. I closed my eyes and pulled back the red velvet curtain, entering my hell.
