Supernova

New Discovery

There is no such thing as a city without crime. Drugs, violence, and adultery will always exist. When there is light, darkness will always be right behind it in a form of a shadow. There is one shadow in particular that resides in Kabukichō, Shinjuku. The Red Light District of Tokyo, Japan. Yes, people, I'm talking about the Dancing Peacock, the hottest strip club of the 21st century. That is where I work. No, I'm not the bartender or the waitress. I am that girl on stage, playing the guitar...naked.

My name is Kara Yorokobi and I'm a stripper.

The young woman on stage was playing an acoustic guitar while singing a sexy ballad. Her voice belonged to a siren that was blessed by the Greek muses. She can lure men and women into a world of danger. Kara was one of the few strippers in that particular club that can sing and dance at the same time. She always puts her all into the shows so she can rake in the cash that's thrown her way. Cigarette smoke filled her nose and the blue lighting was getting into her violet colored eyes, she felt like an animal in a sick zoo.  When she finished her song, she saw the bills rain down on her and a crowd of men howling and whistling. Looks like another job well done on her part.

The curtains closed and she took the time to sweep up some of the money and snuck it into her guitar case along with her instrument. Kara quickly walked off stage, with the guitar case pressed against her to hide her modesty, before the official money sweeper came on to collect the money. The young woman walked down the dimly lite hallway before going entering a dressing room that belonged to her and her friend.

"Sounds like you did great out there, Kara." Another young woman, with short brown hair and dark green eyes, said as she put her make up on.

"Really? I thought I sounded flat..." Kara moved around the dressing room and started putting on some clothes that were lying around the room.

"You certainly don't look flat. Kara, you put on a wonderful show, no buts about it." The woman said with a smile.

Meet Doll. She is not just my friend, she is like my sister. She's 20 so she is a year older than me and has been in this place longer than I have. Her parents, God rest their souls, left her in debt so she has to work days and nights to pay the money back.  Doll performs on the floor with the crowd while I dance on stage with my good partner the pole. Funny, it should be the other way around. I don't know how she finds the courage and strength to deal with dirty hands trying to fondle her. I would have decked the guy before the song ended.

Once Kara was decent she sat down by the vanity mirror and brushed long black hair with her signature purple stripe on the left side. "Hey check the case and see if I made enough for us to blow this town."

Doll look at Kara's guitar case by her side and knelt down to open it. She picked up the wad of money and started counting. "No...We have enough for a train ticket but we'll be homeless when we get to our stop."

"Ugh damn it," Kara cursed and rested her head on the wooden surface of the vanity table.

Doll and I planned to put our earnings together and run away from the Dancing Peacock. However, that dream won't become a reality at this rate. Between sneaking in cash and our small percentage rates that they pay us with, we only have enough to eat and pay for motel rooms. The clothes on our backs are provided by the club because they want their product to look pleasing to the eye. I desperately want to leave this club but there's one thing that's keeping me here...

There was a loud knock at the door and the girl scrambled to try to hide the money. "My jewel, I'm coming in." A male voice said before opening the door. He was 5'10" with dirty blonde hair and dark red eyes.