A/N; REWRITE. I had alot fun with this story but the plot is a mess and details are missing. Some, if not all, of the dialogue is not very good and I would like to rework the material but this plot will differ from the original. Bonnie's role, was not emphasized enough and she will hold more importance. For my limo scene stans, I will try to recreate that and an aftermath that makes sense because Elena creates a media storm and it isn't properly addressed. Sigh, me and my half baked storylines.

Elena followed her mentor's lead through an alley entrance into the building-her new place of employment. Her heart was beating so terribly that even her ribcages began to rattle like a child's crib inthe corner. Can't turn back now, she exasperatedly breathed as she followed the woman in front of her. The scent of alcohol and perfume was an instantaneous indicator that she was in a strip club. The brunette held her belongings a little tighter as the girls eyed her down. Her old life where she was sheltered and cared for, sometimes, was long gone. . However, the straight-haired brunette promised herself, in her dark and minimalist apartment, that her tears would cease.

The girls who stared at her, were now making themselves scarce at the command of Bonnie, a seasoned veteran at the club. She'd been helpful enough to Elena during their first day together. The girls had the option to take this more discreet way into the establishment, thanks to the boss lady. Elena looked around the room, it was about twice the size of a regular girls locker room except there were vanity mirrors and a hot pink color scheme. Some used lockers were customized with jewels or colored name tags, but every last one had a Masterlock. In a daze, she wandered to a plain locker, one that could be possibly be hers.

"You don't start today," Bonnie said with a raised brow. "Plus, lockers are given through seniority, just politics."

Elena jumped at the sound of the New York native's voice. She nodded, rapidly, not wanting to defy her. There weren't a lot of people in the back room as it was a weekday during the middle of a two waited quietly for their boss to come out of her office. Bonnie noticed her quiet, observing demeanor and decided to end the silence. "You not a narc, are you?"

"Me? Oh, God, no," She chuckled nervously, clearly intimidated and also fearful she was going to lose the job before she could walk on stage. "I mean that would be a hell of an exposé.

The vet rolled her eyes. "Okay, so that was convincing." Elena cringed, she hates me.

Elena ogled Bonnie practically jumping into her mocha ensemble, it fleshed with her skin tone. The nude color had given the illusion of her being naked yet her pertinent areas were thinly veiled. Despite her being shorter than the average dancer, Bonnie was curvy and had body fat in the right places. Of course, that hourglass body type had been praised here as it was everywhere else in the world.

Elena swallowed and crossed her arms, feeling bare in her cotton hoodie. "That was, um, fast."

Before the two could engage in more conversation, a figure in stiletto pumps came into their periphery.

"You girls are getting along, I see," Their boss asked, staring at Bonnie. They nodded.

If Elena was intimidated by Bonnie, she was damn sure frightened of Katherine, the owner overseer of the venue. She was domineering and Fire had an appropriate name that coincided with its leader. The Southern girl acquiring a job at her high-clientele strip club was miraculous yet the older woman had been merciful to a desperate Elena despite her clear lack of experience.

"ID?" Her boss asked, impatiently, holding her hand out. Elena handed it to her with a tight smile, the start of her career lapsing. Katherine scanned it skeptically before bringing it to her side. "Management and I will verify it, in the meantime, Bonnie can teach you how to walk."

"Katherine, what about my tips?"

"What about them?" The boss looked at Elena, and brought her eyes back to Bonnie. "If she can walk without falling on her ass, then you can go dance and she can go home practice."

Katherine walked away, not expecting or receiving a reply from her top earner. Bonnie, however was annoyed, she grabbed an old pair of tall heels and told Elena to put them on. She was responsible for whipping the new girl into shape, thus making her very own protégé.

"You're going to walk from wall from tall, squat rub your thighs, I don't know, just don't bore me to fuckin' death when you're doing it, look back, and walk back. You're going to do this maybe 50 times and eventually that clunky and embarassed walk will turn into a strut because that's what the fuck it needs to be when you're out there," Bonnie finished while pointing to the door, serious tone and a frown to match how important this task was.

Elena gulped and nodded wordlessly. I can do it.

...

It took more than 50 strides to get the walk correct but Bonnie was persistent and gave her pointers after each completed lap. Girls came in and out the dressing room, giggling at new girl being taught how to walk. It ate Elena's confidence, but the student and her mentor preserved for several hours until the pupil's walks got stronger, less sloppy, and seductive even as if she was under the lights in front of spectators.

Bonnie yawned, staring at the time on her phone. 2:35 am. "Alright you got it, I guess." The brunette put her hands on her hips and sighed freely because she could relieve herself. She sat on the bench and happily removed her heels handing them to Bonnie. Her mentor chuckled, the girl was fresh and just learned the second-most important part of working the stage. Let me go get you a lock while.

As Bonnie went to go to a nearby closet, a tall, topless woman approached Elena with a smile. Her Short jet black hair and makeup were sweaty from the physical consequences that came with dancing. She was extremely busty and plump that made the novel girl want to cover her thin features even more. Her snippy, blue eyes trailed from feet to head, she reached out to touch her sleek brown hair.

"New girl, huh? I'm Rose, but the guys here call me Raven," She said her stage name so confidently that it left the girl a few inches beneath her stuck. Elena blushed, trying to come up with a clear reply. Thankfully, Bonnie came back to bring the conversation to a halt and stepped in front of her, backing her near the lockers. "Don't fuck with her, seriously, Rose. You're outta your fuckin' mind if you think you're messing with my trainee."

Rose toothily smiled and backed away from her opponent as far as the cold metal would allow her to. "Whatever, big B," She casually got undressed near her own locker. "I'm just here to change into a new set, Frank wanted a trade and why lie, my morals aren't above that kind of trade."

Elena looked dumbfounded. "Trade?" She knew the woman who had just effectively separated her from Rose's intrusiveness was staring daggers into her back.

"Men might proposition you for your underwear, as long as you keep an extra pair, you should be good."

"W-what?"

"They jack off to your smell, or how you smelled while you danced for them, it's quite poetic." She stated with a comedic flare though her eyes told a conflicting story.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "It's a loophole in the rules, but really Katherine just doesn't know about it."

Rose pointed at her and laughed. "Thank God for that, unless no name here snitches," She was fully dressed in a black set and rotated. "Check me out?"

"You look good bitch, go."

Rose smirked, looked at Elena before sashaying away. "New girl." Her tone was playfully taunting.

The brunette breathed in and out nervously and turned to Bonnie for basic solace. "Should I be worried?"

"You can talk to the girls because you don't want them to think you better or something, but don't overshare or show weakness because they will sniff you out. You're lucky, I was here." Elena nodded, with her arms crossed. Her "first" day was coming to a close and she had learned more social skills than she did at her first, unsuccessful semester at community college. Her feet may have been red, but she knew she hadn't mastered the walk and promised her to buy some heels to practice in.

The rest of the week passes but the girls had a meeting and practice on an early Saturday morning. Elena groggily recounted her experiences at the club during the week as she travelled via public transportation from her apartment in Bushwick to Midtown. A few times she danced with Bonnie but then they put her on the schedule on the days when certain older, creepy guys visited the place. What Elena did notice as she observed the culture of the club is that they all had fake names that most regular clients knew as if they were old friends. She did not, they called her dollface, mamas, baby, sugar, sweetie, all generic and impersonal. Katherine was particularly adamant when it came to keeping the girls safe since there was an immense amount of security surrounding the perimeter.

Still, like every other girl, she knew not to completely let her guard down.

She arrived at 7:17 am approximately, though the meeting would begin in 13 minutes, she was still eyed by everyone else. Katherine especially had the least pleasant expression of them all upon Elena's arrival. The boss was dressed in a velvet Louis V tracksuit, casual designer for agenda today. It juxtaposed with her own biker short and plain white tee outfit, perfect for physical activity but the styling was bland.

In a sea of unfriendly acquaintances, she spotted Bonnie and gravitated to her. They exchanged quiet hellos and Bonnie resumed talking to the cluster of girls that she was initially positioned with. Of course, Elena's training was over so she didn't have to babysit her anymore, but the curtness still stung. It eventually subsided when the meeting officially began.

"I might have said 7:30 ladies but we all know that my time just means that-"

"We're 30 minutes earlier," The group, excluding Elena, groaned in unison.

Katherine smiled coldly, her assertive leadership was effective. "So, next time everyone make sure they're on time and I wouldn't have to waste time explaining a basic directive that should have been passed along." The last sentence being a subliminal reminder towards Bonnie, who just shrugged in response. Elena stood as straight as a scarecrow as the boss talked because she knew the entire message had been intended for her.

"Anyways, summer is ending and we usually do a beach theme during Labor Day weekend, but this time around, I wanna spice it up. We're doing a burlesque theme and it's going to be a very big event on that Saturday because I invited my dear friends, the Salvatores," Katherine revealed.

Everyone had a visible reaction; if those two were stepping foot in that club then it would be a heavy cash out. Elena, consistently being the odd one out, discreetly leaned over to Bonnie to bridge the gap of curiosity in her mind.

"They're old money," she explained in a whisper as their boss continued talking. "When word of their name gets attached to our club, other businessmen get involved and they usually talk, well man business, but they seem like that they're here to kick back."

Elena absorbed the information while pretending to be giving eyes and ears fully to Katherine. She coughed lightly to conceal their conversation. "So, they're regulars?"

"Occasionals, it's the older one who relishes in the festivities, Rose had a thing with him or whatever, so she's gonna be on edge." Bonnie yawned, looking over at a blonde. "And then there's Amber who had something going on with the younger one."

"Thanks." The brunette said gratefully. Bonnie nodded and they were both able to hear Katherine more clearly.

"So, there's the floor plan, I sent it to everyone via AirDrop." Elena looked at every phone but her ding; she had to sell her latest iPhone model for quick cash when she first got to New York and had not recouped the loss yet. Avoiding yet another embarrassing moment, Bonnie held her phone sideways so they could both view the floor plans for the night. Bonnie, dancing on the stage, and Elena was a bottle girl.

"You free tomorrow?" Elena nodded affirmatively. "Okay, I can give you a full rundown then."

Katherine continued her speech, "We're going to commit to this burlesque theme, so I want big theatrics and dedicated choreography. This isn't just any peep show." She stepped closer to her dancers and pointed at everyone of them and finalized with an encouraging voice: "You are all entertainers, first." The statement received an applause of claps just like she intended. She smirked looking from her left and right at their gleeful expressions.

"Now bitches, go practice because this is going to be the most lit night at the Petrova Fire."