"We now present, the beautiful and talented Krystal Fantasy!"
Janey slammed her other hot pink stiletto onto the stage. Her gray eyes sparkled flirtatiously. Gripping the pole tightly between her calf and thigh,she twirled her scantily clad torso round and round. Everyone's eyes were on her as the the colorful lights flashed and vibrations of the techno music shook the floor. Janey looked gorgeous, even behind her slut-like leather outfit. She was a star, a star. They couldn't touch her as she danced,no one could. The leather mini skirt around Janey's waist slipped to the floor ,revealing a matching leather thong over her fishnet tights. Whipping her bleach blonde like an animal, it continued. Janey hung upside down,her slender body writhing to the beat of the music like a snake. Every movement smooth and exact,as if stripping were an art. She left the pole,dropping to the floor and crawling towards her audience. Baring her teeth,Janey let out a hiss. She parted her thighs and did a series of gymnastic like movements. Off came the leather vest,only fueling their screams and shouts for more. More they wanted? More she'd give. This was her motherfucking show.
"You great out there,kid." Dahlia's raspy voice sounded in her direction,Janey turned around, of smoke danced Dahlia's face. She could be pretty,minus her nicotine addiction. It left her skin pasty and grey, and she coughed nearly all the had gorgeous red hair hair and sea green eyes,good felt stabs of empathy for the woman who had been the closest thing to mother she had in the concrete jungle.
"I gave it my all. The club was pounding!" She hid her self disgust with some false pride.
"You really are a star. They was drooling like dogs!" Sophia squeeled and embraced her .
Janey grimaced slightly at her coworker's tattooed arms wrapped around her awkward. Conversing with this sort of crowd was still filled with a sense of astonishment for her. She was a country girl. The elements of urban living were shocking on their own. But working with these prime pieces of white trash? Back in Raleigh,this kind of stuff didn't happen.
"The crowd was just like any other I've danced for. Sick,middled aged perverts." Janey muttered. The other girls laughed and talked amongst themselves. Probably about botox,implants or how many men they had stolen from their wives that night.
"Someone's grum-pypypy." Dahlia cackled and threw a half empty bottle at Janey. "Here,have some more tequila!"
Janey furrowed her brow and watched the bottle shatter on the floor and it's contents form a yellowish puddle.
"You ingrateful little bitch! That was my last bottle!"Dahlia exclaimed.
She didn't give a shit about the bottle. Not even a little bit.
Janey was a new "dancer" at "The Grotto", an elite club in upper Manhattan. The girls were gorgeous and raked in more cash than most people would ever see in their lifetime, just on a single Friday night. But Jane Eloise Rolsworth was much smarter than the stereotype of her profession and could have easily shone brightly on a different path. Yet,in the cutthroat jungle that was New York, a girl had to make end's meat any way she could, and dancing was one of Janey's only options. Regret of course,haunted her despite the fact that she had done an " amazing" performance that night,according to the other girls. Could she ever do anything with her life? Janey ran her fingers through her bleached hair and walked over to one of the sinks in the backstage area. She splashed water on her face and watched the black and glitter filled droplets of her makeup run down her face. One by one the dripped down her pale cheeks. Downward. At least they had a direction in which to fall.
After slipping into more comfortable clothes, a sleek pair of black skinny jeans with matching slouchy boots and a teal colored tunic,Janey slipped out into the night. She liked using the alley beside the club to exit,because all of the grungey sludge who got kicked out usually lingered at the entrance. She plugged in her headphones and turn on her purple iPod to the Reba McIntire playlist she had made. It sounded like bobbed her head to the smooth twang of the country music.
"Hey doll." A deep male voice shot at Janey's ears. She ripped out her headphones,grey eyes full of fear.
"W-Who's there?"
'You know who it is,kid. Do you have my money yet?"
Oh lord,not him again. Of course Janey didn't have the money. The money for the drugs her ,now dead, brother had purchased in excessive amounts. He had gotten his slacking ass shot. Look who had yo take care of him now.
"No…" she whimpered "I'm s-so sor-r-ry."
"You sorry? YOU LITTLE WHORE!SORRY MY ASS!"
Suddenly Janey's wool scarf tightened around her throat,a callus covered hand holding was shoved against the brick wall of the neighboring building. Her brath left her body.
"I'm fucking tired of you cheatin' out on me,kid." She felt his hot breath on her throat,and quivered. The druglord's voice continued. "You ain't gonna get me no dough. I got somethin' better. You see, my ingrateful bitch of a wife done me bad a few monthes back. The cops is after my skin. You make it disappear, I uh,I'll forgive ya for cheatin' me. Capeesh?"
Janey closed her eyes, trying to find some inner strength. Finding none, she let herself go limp and the hands of her attacker let her fall onto the concrete.
"I'll do it…" she breathed,feeling weak.
She brushed her hand over the back of her head,the stickiness of blood meeting her around Janey seemed to turn into one big haze. The pink and green neon lights of The "Grotto" were blinding. A tattered notebook landed beside her and the sound of his combat boots on the concrete echoed for what seemed like hours as he lumbered off into the street. Her bloody hand shook as she reached to open it's wrinkled cover. On the first page was scrawled an address. This was followed by a phone number at last a name. Danny Messer.