Thread: Angel's Story   (Tyr & Angelicxdream)

Audrey stood behind the red curtain timidly, like she always was when they announced her. She could feel the heat radiating from her pale cheeks. She hoped Mike was near the front this time, so she could see him and have some kind of comfort when she danced. She didn't want to do this, not because it was dirty, but because.. she wasn't an actress, being the center of attention got her nervous, her palms were sweating, she felt butterflies dance around in her stomach. Her brown hair shifted from one shoulder to the next, her fingers feeling the waves of hair. Tonight, she was wearing a white tank-top, and a pair of matching short-shorts that barely covered her ass and three inch heels that she could barely walk in. Her feet were always so sore when she got home from work. She bit on her lip, she couldn't eat an hour before work, she was too afraid she would throw up over a customer and that wouldn't be good. She might get fired, and the pay was good. It was better than good. But, many of the girls that had been working at the club longer didn't get half of the money she got from tips and from the VIP booth. So, she wasn't exactly miss popularity. To her, it was just work. In and out. One of the few perks at work was that she got to spend time with her boyfriend on break. Most of the time, she couldn't wait to get home so she could put on a show for him. That is, when work didn't tire her out. When the curtains rose, she smiled nervously at everyone in the crowd. She felt so intimidated, not knowing if she was doing a good job, and walked over to the metal pole, the light illuminating her slender legs, that were tanned recently at a salon, her black heels making a distinctive sound, hugging the metal pole when she reached it as if she was drowning and it was her life saver. She rubbed herself against it, dancing to the music, praying that she didn't trip on her heels, cleavage was just pouring out of her too-small, and too-tight white tank-top, her breasts were filled by her purple C-cup bra, walking around in a circle, as men began to push bills down her panties. And as always, she couldn't see Mike. He couldn't have gone home because his shift didn't end yet. She wondered where he was, where did he go when she had to work. Her bright blue eyes scanned the audience but nothing, most men had thought she looked innocent hence her stage name but then they had gotten to know her in the VIP booth and their opinions automatically changed drastically. She reached for the water bottle, her water bottle, and poured it over her hot, sweaty body, mingling with her sweat, her white tank-top was now soaked. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra, as she kneeled down on the stage, licking her fingers, trailing it down her shirt. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she had every man's attention and all of the waitresses, and other women in the audience had a hard time getting them to look up from her. Smiling, she realized that she liked having all this attention even though she got plenty of attention and more from her boyfriend in their home, but this was different. These were men, strangers to her, and they found her immensely attractive. Shyly, she grabbed the bottom of her tank-top, and threw it out into the audience where a gaggle of men sought to grab it in the air, and where another group of men stared at her purple bra, soaked with water. She smiled, and began to sway her hips, as if walking towards them, but never got off the stage. Someone tried to grab at her leg, the only part they could reach but Diamond had already ushered them away, and she guessed that Mike would soon be meeting that gentleman.