It's pretty rare that I dance anymore, but it was Mr. Hamilspar's seventieth birthday, and he was the first person to give me a tip when I started stripping. He was a sweet old man, and had been from the first. In the beginning most of the guys thought putting a twenty in my g-string meant I was going to go to the back room and give them a special lap dance. Fuck that. If I wanted to give them a blowjob I'd do it for free. Most of those assholes, well, you'd need a magnifying glass to find it anyways. I'd seen perfect, and they just didn't measure up.
But that was five years ago. Now I own the club, and I only dance when I'm damn well in the mood to. Mr. Hamilspar's son came in last week, and asked me if I would give his dad a special performance for his birthday. He was such a sweet old man, how could I say no? This could be his last birthday though once he sees my routine that I came up with just for him. I had been looking forward to performing it, but then today I end up getting a big surprise. It was waiting for me in my bedroom, and I couldn't wait to unwrap it.
The stage is pretty large, and quite often on busy nights I'd have a couple of girls on at the same time. There was plenty in tips to go around, and I ended up with more happy customers that way. They'd all come to New Orleans to see some of that famed French Quarter stripping, and with no prejudice at all, I can say that the Treasure Chest is the best one of them all. That's why it was packed every night, and that's the way I was going to keep it.
When I danced, the stage was mine. It wasn't all that I wanted to be the center of attention, but I'd learned when you don't have huge boobs, you better have smooth moves. It's what made me the most popular dancer when I was a kid. I'd do a double back flip, and land an inch away from a customer, my whole body still moving sensuously, he'd need a drink, usually a double to calm down. So now, the stage was all mine.
I heard Victor step up to the microphone as the girls got off of the stage. The club darkened on cue, and I heard Victor's deep voice. "Gentlemen, today is a very special day. Mr. Rick Hamilspar is celebrating his seventieth birthday with us today. Mr. Hamilspar has been a good friend to the Treasure Chest, and to wish him a happy birthday, here she is, the original jewel in the chest, Miss Topaz!"
All the spotlights lit me up like a runway. I was wearing a white Marilyn Monroe style dress. The one you always imagine her in if you conjure up a mental picture of her. I had a microphone and walked out on stage slowly, every move designed to arouse. From the level of drool in the room, I was doing a damned good job. I licked my lips as I headed to where Mr. Hamilspar was seated right next to the stage.
"Happy birthday to you," I sang, imitating Marilyn's "Happy Birthday" to President Kennedy. "Happy birthday to you," I sang and then knelt in front of him, my finger stretching to point at him, my finger just grazing his tie. "Happy birthday Mr. Hamilspar, happy birthday tooooo yoooou." There was a light round of applause as I finished the song. The music suddenly changed into a fast beat tempo. I dropped the microphone and went into my routine.
Six years ago, I'd learned that stripping isn't just taking off your clothes. In the Quarter, you could get any hooker to do that for ten bucks. It's taking them off in a way that drives the guys wild. That's why my girls would walk away with fifty bucks in their g-strings and not have to walk the streets half the night. Now as my clothes were coming off, I was dancing and writhing across the stage, my three inch heels not slowing me down a bit. The guys loved my gymnastic maneuvers in time to the music almost as much as they loved me rubbing against the pole. Every one of them wanted to be up there fucking me, and we all knew it.
I ended up on my knees in front of Mr. Hamilspar, bent so that I was flat on my back, my hands over my head. He didn't have a heart attack, but he was used to my creativity by now. A few of his friends almost did though. I love being the best. With a huge smile, he leaned over a slipped a hundred dollar bill in my g-string. The floor was littered with money that had been thrown at me, but Mr. Hamilspar was one of the very few I allowed to touch me since I took over the place.
"Gentlemen, Miss Topaz!" Victor yelled into his microphone. The place went wild with cheers. Victor was the only guy in the place that wasn't trying to calm down a raging erection that I had caused. I'd be offended, but I knew for all his build and gorgeous looks it was the raging erections that would get him excited, not my routine. Hey, there are some things a girl just can't compete with. It worked great though because I knew he was one guy that wouldn't mess with my girls and would kick the shit out of anyone that went too far with one of them.
I bowed, and then did three back flips to exit the stage. There was another round of cheers. I was behind the curtain, and immediately Madelyn and Miranda were there to give me my robe and a bottle of water. The two girls were ten-year-old twins that acted as my personal assistants. They were trick babies. Their mother was a prostitute in a local brothel, and they were ten in age, thirty in the knowledge of vice. They wanted to work for me, so I told them they could be my assistants until they got a little older.
After the Pulse, things like what was really legal changed. Laws didn't, but as long as you weren't too overboard and paid the cops off, nobody cared. So, I told the girls they had to wait until they were thirteen before they could start stripping. They'd been upset, but I wasn't one of those people who wanted a bunch of pedophiles in here watching two little girls gyrating across the stage. Those sickos could go to the Playpen, a rundown filthy dive, where guys like that belong. If my girls want, and it is totally up to them, they can give private session to any guy in the club, and we split their fee 50-50. I told the twins they were going to be fifteen before I allowed them to do that. They knew I had their best interests at heart, and I paid them a shit load of cash to be my little gophers, so they could wait.
The water was a little cooler that room temperature, just how I like it. These two were so perfect. My water was cool, my robe fluffed, and the moment I sat down; Miranda was already taking off my shoes, rubbing my feet. One of the other hookers had taught Miranda reflexology, and that kid could use it like a champ. Madelyn ran to the bar and brought me a scotch and soda. She knew I liked it to be freshly poured, and would wait until Miranda was working on my feet to get it. Maybe I wouldn't let then strip. There was no way I'd ever get another set as good.
"Great set Miss Topaz," Miranda said, working on my toes.
"Awesome show Miss Topaz," Emerald and Diamond said as they prepared to go out on stage. My best girls were given the names of jewels. It was a mark of honor at my place. Normally I would be all over, checking the girls to make sure they looked perfect, checking the bar to make sure all was well, and making sure my customers were happy, but I was content at that moment to sit back and watch, as my girls got ready to please the customers. Diamond and Emerald were going to do a lesbian routine that would have them undressing each other, and I knew they were both going to be scoring a grand in the private rooms after that show. They always did.