In Love with a Stripper
Part One
"Creole Lady Marmalaaaaaaaaaaaaade!" The song ended with a flourish as the stripper on stage, Bethani, struck a final seductive pose resulting in a chorus of men screaming at the top of their lungs.
"Kris!" A voice behind me hissed into me ear. "Thats your cue!" I found myself woken up out of my reverie as somebody shoved me from behind, pushing me towards the stage.
"Omigod," I exclaimed. "I was totally spacing out!"
"No shit, Krystal," Bethany retorted as she flounced off the stage, her long blonde hair concealing considerably more than the tiny strapless bathrobe she had just put on to "cover" herself up backstage, but the material barely reached below her ass. I gave her a dirty look as she turned to make out with one of her many boyfriends, who was waiting backstage.
"Don't let her get to you, Kris..." Said a voice from behind me. It was Carmen, the hispanic beauty who I had come to call my friend, and a fellow stripper at "Ladies, Ladies Bar, Casino, and Showroom". Showroom meaning a showroom of ladies. Women. Strippers. Me. And everyone else who works here.
"I know, I know!" I said with a sigh. "It's just, I can't stand her! Shes such a...skank!"
Carmen laughed. "Well, honey, everyone who works here is a skank to some degree, no? And you! You shouldn't be talking... you're working at Ladies, Ladies and you're only 17!" She winked.
My stomach lurched. She meant well, but honestly, I didn't even want to think about the fact that I worked at this whore-house. Anyone bringing that topic up to me was like slapping me in the face. Rather, reality was slapping me in the face. I don't have money, I don't have an education, I don't have family, I don't have anyone there for me. The only thing I have is boobs and a pretty face. Oh, and one huge mistake. A mistake in the form of a child... a three-year-old boy named Toby. My child. I managed a half smile for Carmen. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"As always," She grinned. "Now come on! It was your cue, like, yesterday. Go out there and show those gentlemen those sexy french moves." She winked and licked her lips.
"They don't know what they're in for," I managed to give her a full smile this time. I adjusted the bodice on my french maid costume and walked out on to the stage.