Hey ;) So here's the second Chapter. Once again, forgive me for all the mistakes...I really need to learn those stupid Grammar rules >.> But well, I hope you enjoy either way :)
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CHAPTER 2
“Annie. I think that was a bad idea” I muttered fearfully, pulling on my short dress as I stared at the big sign in front of the stripclub. There was a long row of men waiting to get past the intimidating doormen.
"It's going to be okay" She simply answered, squeezing my hand reassuringly as she pulled me towards the entrance.
"Most of them are married, aren't they?" I mumbled into Annie's ear as we walked past them, earning a few wolf-whistles. I lightly scrunched my face in digust. Those men were probably more than 20 years older than me.
"They are. It's pretty sad if you think about it...makes me wonder if true love really does exist" She merely replied before we reached the two doormen.
"Is that the new girl, Annie?" One of them asked in a surprisingly polite tone as he stepped aside to let us pass. Annie nodded in reply, shooting him and the other one a grin before leading me down the pretty big hallway.
"We're going to go through the actual club before we go backstage to Kyles' office. That way you can get a short impression of how things work in here. Is that fine by you?"
"Yeah" I merely answered as we walked through another double door right into an incredibly noisy room with dim light and a strong smell of alcohol. Men were cheering and shouting, turned on by the three girls dancing on the poles. Two of them were topless, only wearing short skimpy skirts while the third one was dressed as a very very slutty fairy.
Then there were two girls dancing in what seemed like golden cages, completely naked apart from high-heeled boots and a short leather dress (or more top).
Apart from those, there were also quite a few just sitting with the customers or giving them a lapdance. Even through the bad lighting and the distance I could see that most of them didn't seem to enjoy themselves. At all.
Still, every single one seemed very professional, yet incredibly sensual. I tried to imagine myself dancing up there, looking down to the faces of men whose wives were waiting faithfully for them to come back home.
I shuddered at the thought and lightly squeezed Annie's hand to signal her that I had seen enough. Without hesitation she pulled me through the room, ignoring the perverted stares that were following us until we eventually reached the simple black door leading backstage.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so" I mumbled, relieved to be out of the sight of those people. "It's just...those guys proably have a family who love them and care for them and yet here they are, risking to lose everything. It's just...messed up"
"I know. It's a lot to handle" She simply answered, hugging me tightly.
"I don't have time for that" A deep voice interrupted us. I whirled around just to see a tall, incredibly muscular guy in his twenties towering in front of us. He had short black hair and his arms were covered in pretty big badass tattoos. He was quite handsome...but not my type.
“Hope. This is Kyle, my rude boss. Kyle, this is Hope, the girl I told you about earlier” She introduced us, cheekily grinning at him. He short her a short smile before slowly looking me up and down.
After months of being a dirty mess, I was feeling extremely insecure about my appearance but I still had to admit that Annie and her little sister April seemed to have performed magic.
After the first hot and long bath that I had gotten in two weeks, Annie and April, who was one of the craziest persons I’ve ever met by far, had played dressing doll with me for what seemed like an eternity to me. I had been forced to try on dozens of short and tight dresses until they had eventually decided on what I should wear. Even though I wasn't used to having that many clothes around me (being the only daughter of rich parents never means to get everything - it's actually quite the opposite most of the time) and I didn't really know whether I liked to have them around me, I had to admit that they had an absolutely magnificent taste. The little black dress was really gorgeous and matched perfectly with the heels and the little purse that April lent me.
But there had been a little bit of a complication concerning the heels….I wasn't really able to walk properly, let alone dance in them. I couldn’t help it, I had never worn high heels before. April had been beyond shocked when I told her. To the point where you could say that she almost had a heart attack. But after two hours of hard practicing I had finally managed to go straight without falling, even though I doubted that it would stay that way once I was in that club. After curling my long reddish hair and applying a little bit make-up on they had eventually been satisfied. I didn't really interfere in what they did with me. My only concern was that I didn't want to have too much make-up plastered on my face. I was of the opinion that a girl shouldn’t hide her face behind tons of make-up just to consider herself as beautiful. So when I was eventually allowed to take a look in the mirror hanging behind Aprils' bedroom door, I couldn’t help but be impressed with what they had done to me. I still looked like myself but a whole lot prettier. They had done a great job.
“Nice to meet you” I eventually said, smiling at him nervously. Kyle just nodded at me shortly before gesturing for us to follow him into what seemed like his office. The first thing I noticed about that room was the lack of colour. Everything was either black, white or silver and very modern. There was not a single picture or anything else that would give a hint about his personal life.
Ironically enough, there was also a pole in the left center of the room. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, asking myself if he had a thing for private shows.
"That pole is for applicants" He stated as if reading my mind. "I don't know if Annie has told you that but being hot isn't enough in this industry. Professionalism is a must-have and of course you've got to dance in a way that won't be forgotten. Impress me"
I nodded, trying but failing to look graceful as I stepped in front of the pole. I stared at it for a good long while before I actually realized that the music was already on. It was my all time favourite, "Sexy back" by Justin Timberlake.
I took a deep breath, telling myself that this was the only way I got to escape my misery. Closing my eyes, I gave myself to the music, feeling a boost of confidence as I danced around the pole until the song eventually came to an end.
I cautiously opened my eyes only to find Kyle and Annie staring at me intensively.
"I messed up, didn't I?" I mumbled, feeling ashamed of myself already. Why had I even tried in the first place? I should've just stayed in my crappy old house.
“That was awesome, Hope! ” Annie shrieked and hugged me enthusiastically. I was not prepared for that, so I stumbled and banged my head against the pole.
"What? Really?" I exclaimed disbelievingly. Kyle's face had gotten a lot more friendlier than just a few minutes before. He seemed pleasantly surprised.
“She's right. You are indeed pretty good but of course you've got a lot to learn. I think a few hours of practicing and you will be good to go. I'm expecting you tomorrow at 4 p.m. Be punctual. Annie's going to show and explain the most important stuff to you. By next week you will be able to go on stage. Deal?” Kyle stated shortly, before taking a look at his watch.
Knowing that I had no choice, I nodded determinedly.
“I’ll be there tomorrow.”
2 Years later
“I told you to keep your hands to yourself, you retarded creep” I shrieked as I kicked the ugly man in front of me as hard as I could against his shinbone. He stumbled backwards, falling against one of the girls and causing her to scream in surprise. The music stopped as every single person in the club stared at me and the 50-year old overweight pervert currently moaning in pain.
I crossed my arms, contemplating whether or not to purposely step on him as I walked past him but I figured that Kyle would already be furious enough.
“Hey! What’s going on here?” Seb, one of the doormen, demanded.
“That jackass over there harrassed me" I exclaimed angrily while the other girls chuckled lightly at the dumbfounded faces of the other men.
“You’re a fucking stripper! You’re supposed to be harassed” Fatty pants screamed at the top of his lungs as Seb silently shaked his head in exasperation.
“No, I’m not! I’m a stripper not a whore! I've got rights too and if I tell you to fucking keep your hands to yourself you should do that!” I screamed back.
“I’m sorry Mr. Adams but I have to ask you to leave this place. Now” Seb began as he helped him to get back up. "Hope, Kyle expects you in his office"
As he walked past me, accompanying fatty pants outside he whispered "You're going to get soooo much shit for that"
"Shut up" I mumbled back causing him to grin amusedly as I made my way to Kyles' big shiny office.
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