Hermione fixed her now red wavy hair in the back room with slight nervousness. Well this was a new development; she hadn't felt this nervous since she began working at Club PURE. It was probably fear knowing that certain wizards knew she was working here and they hadn't fully figured out her occupation within the club. Turning away from the mirror after ensuring her peach lipstick made her lips pout beautifully and her purple eye shadow accentuating her purple and black stripped corset.
Finally having mentally prepared herself; for the idea that she may see wizards in the crowd she knew tonight, it was time to go put on the show of a lifetime. "Please give a warm welcome to our lovely Miss Aidan to the stage" she heard the roar of the crowd and came out from the stage curtain wing. Music began pumping through the club louder now and it was the only thing Aidan could hear aside from the clapping and cheering of the crowd.
I am no angel, I like it when you do that stuff to me.
I am no angel, I like it when you talk, dirty when you talk.
Dirty Talk!
- Hermione's Point Of View -
Placing my bag of goodies on the floor closest to the stage exit; I bent over sensually taking in the crowd's reaction to my outfit on display. I smirk momentarily before plastering on a smile that could melt hearts before starting my dance routine. Dancing over to the pole in the middle of the stage, I wrapped my legs around the pole and continued my routine. When the crowd was receptive and loud enough that I could hear them over the music I would reward them by taking off one article of my clothing slowly and sexily.
Kitten Heels, Lingerie, Pantyhose.
Foreplay, legs up, on the bar, in the back of your car.
Latex, champagne, bubble bath, whipped cream,
Cherry pop tag team,
Can you make me scream?
As I was nearing the end of my show I was handed a large handful of cash, I took it nervously as this would be my first private show and I still couldn't fully see the crowd so had no idea what I was getting myself into. Finishing the show shortly with a curtsy, I quickly went to my changing room. A quick change into an emerald green corset with a black floral lace pattern, a matching G-string and black tutu skirt and with a flick of my hand ensured my makeup was still in place while also changing my eye shadow colour to emerald green.
Talk to me... talk to me...
Talk dirty to me... talk dirty to me
I enter the private room with a swish of my hips slowing closing the door behind me. Knowing that there are cameras in the room to protect the dancers from too pushy men or women does nothing to ease my fears. My money was counted and placed in a safe location in my changing room. I turn to face the man sitting in the leather chair in front of the private room entrance and let out a soft gasp. Well I wasn't expecting him to come into this establishment!