She didn't do it for the men. She didn't do it for the money. She didn't do it for the sex.
The men were usually dogs looking for their next s.t.i. victim, anyway. The pay checks sucked, even if the tips were sometimes amazing. As for the sex... what sex? Girl was still practically a virgin.
No, she did it for the beat. She did it because she couldn't afford to install one in her own house. She did it because twirling, swinging, defying gravity... it was fun. It was thrilling. People thought she was beautiful, sexy, alluring. They thought her movements were entrancing, teasing. She could have any man she wanted by just flicking her hips the right way, batting those long lashes, licking the hoops on her lip.
Instead, she remained single. The girl twirled and spun at night and made a coffee in the morning before she went to her second job at the flower shop. It wasn't like she needed the money or anything. She had plenty enough at her first job, the flower shop, to pay her bills and still afford a shopping trip every month.
No, it was her version of going out to a club and dancing. Sure, she was on display, but she didn't care. She loved being the center of their attention, their affection. And after work was done, both at the club and at the shop, she'd crawl into bed for the afternoon and have her eight hours of sleep.
She didn't work at the club every night, but on those days when she did, she dressed up pretty for it, brushing her fur, straightening her hair, only the best clothes and piercings.
Tonight was a busy night for the club. Even though most people didn't go clubbing on Sunday, they did tonight; a long weekend meant a special all-night happy hour, plus free entertainment. She was the first act.
The music switched to a heavy bass, her cue. She strode out onto the stage, hips swaying, that sexy smile so natural to her now. She stopped at the long, sleek pole in the center of the stage and smirked as many of the regulars started cheering in their own ways; whistles, claps, cat calls, all of it. She did a dramatic little bow, then as the song picked up, started her dance.
Spin, kick, dive, twirl, slide, grind.
Up and over, over and under, left, right, up, down.
She owned the stage, the crowd, the party. And she loved every single second of it.
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