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"How was school, baby?" you asked, your fingers gripping the plastic shell of the telephone.
A giggle rang through the line, fueled by your daughter, Celeste recounting her day. "It was good! Science class was fun 'cause we got to water our plants. But the only bad thing was that Ms. Thompson was just being her mean old self."
You looked down from your reflection in the mirror to the white fishnet that adorned your thighs. There was a smile on your face, one that grew from ear to ear as Celeste spoke.
"Well, some people don't understand how powerful Sundays are! It's the best day of the week, Ms. Thompson just forgot that, y'know?"
Yet, in the corner of your eye, you caught sight of your manger, tapping the face of his watch.
Showtime.
You bit your lip as a somber wave washed over your shoulders. "But um...I-I can't stay on the phone too long, it's almost showtime! I'll be home late tonight again but it'll be big bucks! We can finally get that tv from Best Buy!"
"Okay Mom," Celeste hummed. "Give the guys a show and I'll leave you some food in the fridge!"
You blew her a kiss through the phone before placing the phone back onto its dish, ending the call with a sigh.
A wave of subtle guilt washed over your being as you leaned into the mirror of your vanity. You didn't want to be at the burlesques club right now, your ten-year-old daughter needed you more.
You had a lot to deal with, college, bills, and a child. Being 26 sucked, but the money you made it all the more understanding.
"Hey girl!" Shaunie, a close friend of yours called from behind you." "Hey Shaunie, how's the crowd looking tonight?" You asked, turning towards the sound of her voice. "It's packed alright, apparently we got some rich man with us tonight too!"
"A rich man, aren't they all rich girl?" You questioned her. It costs a few hundred dollars to get a seat at the shows, especially when you were on stage.
The men all called you "The Impossible Wife". No matter how many men approached you, you turned everyone down. They liked the thought of you, but never the real you.
"Y/N, you know damn well what I mean. He's rich rich, so you better show out tonight!" Shaunie giggled as she slumped her arms around your shoulders.
The two of you stared at your reflections for a few minutes. The pearls on your necks, the blinding bralettes, to the way your hair fell past your shoulders.
Such a false but beautiful fantasy.
"GIRLS YOU'RE ON IN TWO, Y/N GET TO YOUR SPOT!" The coordinator yelled as he ran through the hallway. You stood right up from your chair and slid the black silk robe over your body.
"Looking good babes, better keep that smile on those pretty lips!" Shaunie shouted as she gave you a quick smack on the ass.
You kissed your teeth at Shaunie before rushing up the stairs to go backstage. The click of your six-inch jeweled sandals made the frantic scene of preparation standstill. "Are we ready?" You asked the crew with your infamously sweet smile.
That same smile made hundreds of men empty their wallets in a heartbeat. Pays to be pretty right?
"U-um y-yes Miss, come stand on the platform here," a stage guide directed you. You took his hand into your own, the song of night slipping through your lips.
"Have a good show!" the guide whispered to you as he flipped the lever from off to on. You began to rise into the open square above you, where a whole new world was awaiting you.
"Tonight we have a special treat for you all, Sin City's favorite girl, Y/N!" The announcer's voice boomed throughout the club. Soon, all the lights merged onto you, the eyes of the crowd following.
There you stood, at the top of the staircase, nothing but the lights bouncing off your dress in the darkness. You slowly raised your arms above your head, your hips dipping to the beat of the song. With a deep breath, you parted your lips and revealed the voice that could move millions.
As you sashayed down the winding staircase, a certain pair of eyes landed on you. There was something different about this set of eyes. The icy blue peered into your soul.
Your own gaze washed over the man, from his white hair to the perfect flesh pink tint to his lips. Even his all-black suit caught your attention in the dark crowd. No one has ever had you so intrigued by a simple look before. It felt nice to be the one who was in awe for once.
He sat fairly close to the stage, so close all you had to do was extend an arm out to him. With each click of your heels, You slowly peeled away the robe, the white diamond off shoulders corset with a matching fringe skirt bursting from underneath.
Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, the club began to shine with such a light that could only stem from you. As you headed close towards the man, he began to lean back into his seat more, his eyes never leaving yours.
Even though there were hundreds of others watching you, it was as if you were performing for him and him alone. You pointed out into the darkness with your pure white glove, the man receiving your advances.
He pulled his hand out from the pockets of his pants, a small wave from him. A sudden flurry of butterflies filled your stomach from the exchange between you and the mysterious man.
You should be lying to say that no one has ever made you feel so giddy but truth is, no one ever did. What was so different about this man?
As the song came to a close, you flashed your signature smile and even a flirty wink at your onlooker before ascending up the staircase again.
With that, you disappeared the way you entered the stage, into complete darkness. As you descended, the cheers and praises of the crew rang from beneath you.
"Wonderful job as always Miss Y/N, go home and relax alright?" The stage manager said as he led you back into the hectic dressing rooms.
"Yes sir!" You replied happily with a bow. You quickly stripped from your gaudy outfit into a simple red sweater with flared ribbed pants. The towering heels transformed into comfortable hi-top sneakers and the absurd amount of makeup was reduced to the natural you.
You grabbed your bag and rushed towards the door, and excitement bubbling in your stomach. You would usually wait for the other girls to finish their performance but tonight was a different story.
You jumped out into the Las Vegas street, the cold air nipping at your face. As happy as the mystery man made you, there was only one thing on your mind.
Your sweet daughter Celeste and the mac and cheese she had waiting for you at home.