The Stripper Who Cried Wolf
"You're late, Fawn," Frank the bouncer called as I rushed towards the front door of Heaven, the number one strip club in the city.
"Tell that to the asshole of a brother who got himself beaten up in a fight and couldn't clean himself up," I replied, my voice more of a sigh.
"You're here now, honey," He smiled warmly at me.
"Is there many people in tonight?" I asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"We got a full house tonight, "Vixen"," He winked at me and opened the door; Vixen is my stripper name wheras Fawn is my birth name.
My mum named me Fawn due to my big, brown eyes that were fringed with long lashes that reminded her of a doe. As a child I was nicknamed Bambi because of the way my eyes reminded people of the movie.
Pure torture - Especially when my brother introduced me to his friends as Bambi. They all thought I was small and helpless and soft and needed a man to look after me.
I squeezed my way past the bar, past Jessica (her real name) who was in the middle of climbing up a pole with her breasts bare for the punters to see, past the booths where people got lap dances and such, past the private rooms, into the changing rooms, and hurried over to my locker and pulled out my outfit for tonight... or lack of an outfit...
I wore a red bra that had a tear drop diamond hanging between my breasts with matching red French knickers that had a white ribbon weaving around the top half of the knickers and tied into a white bow on my right hip. I wore white heels which fastened with red ribbons that climbed up my legs, showing off the length of them to their full advantage.
My thick, golden blonde hair was straightened and fell to my shoulders, complete with swept side fringe. I loved my hair and was proud to have my hair this long naturally, instead of having to pay for extentions.
As for make up I put on foundation, then added powder, and I gave myself smokey eyes using silver and black and put on fake lashes that had diamonds along the base of them. I then applied my black eyeliner and stuck two white little crystals in the corners of my eyes. I quickly applied a glossy lipgloss that made my lips look natural with a seductive shine making them look kissable and delicious.
"Vixen, I'm so glad I caught you!" Candy called, one of the punters favourite strippers due to her breast implants. She made my D cups look tiny compared to her huge double F cups.
"Hey, Candy," I called as I put on some mascara quickly. "What's up?"
She twirled one of her black curls around her finger and said, "John said to tell you that you're on table six in five minutes and the punters need some fresh meat in there pronto."
"I'm ready," I rushed as I went back over to my locker to put my make-up back in. "What are you doing, tonight?"
"I'm dancing with a few other girls in the private suites for a bachelor party,"
"Good luck," I grinned, pleased I wasn't doing it. Some of them tended to get a little too carried away usually.
"Later, girlfriend." She called over her shoulder, saunting out of the locker room.
I gave myself one last check and quickly added a little perfume, then turned, plastered a sexy smile on my face, and walked out of the locker room.
I headed over to the table I was dancing on that held five men and climbed up as they whistled and leaned close to watch me. I felt the lights of the club spinning around me as I gripped the pole and turned with a mischevious smile on my face.
"That's it, darlin'," One of them said, leering.
I hooked my leg around the pole and spun, throwing my hair around sexily and pulling come-get-me looks at each of the men. One slipped some cash in my knickers as I danced and teased and played with the pole as I slipped off my bra slowly for them. I smiled playfully and climbed up the pole, hooked my legs around and dropped back so I was handing upside-down on the pole. I then gripped the pole with my hands so I could do the splits, much the the men's delight.
When their time was up, I moved on to do a few lapdances for some punters. After, I moved back on the pole again for the next set of customers.
"What's your name, sexy?" A guy called to me as I danced on the pole.