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Its 9:45 im up, I watch Emily walk off signaling it's mine turn. Emily grabs a towel as she wipes the sweat from her body. Her skin is so clear and clean not covered in scars and shit like mine. I watch her a bit too long as im ushered out stage. A new group crowds in.
I try to walk elegantly to the center. The pole has already been wiped and the left over cash has been snatched. I stand in front of everyone majority men. A good portions look to be in their 40s or 50s. I catch my eyes to the younger guys usually. It feels safer somehow. There's a few guys that look to be my age.
I pray no one is from my home town, it's not often there is but maybe once every few months. Once one of my dad's coworkers was here and blabbered it to my dad. Safe to say that's the reason I moved from my dad's house, now in a big city with loads of people. I focus on my favorite things as I dance.
I can't wait to get home to my apartment, my roommate is gone for the week anyway. Watch my shows read fan fiction and listen to my nightcore Playlist. I grip the pole tighter as i twirl legs up around the pole.
A few whistles and someone puts a five dollar bill in my fishnet stockings. Cheapskate. I look around to see who is noticeable to me. I normally look for who looks like they genuinely adore me. Ir rare I find those guys these days.
I scan quickly winking at the guys with money. One guy in the back with a group of other guys all around my age stares at me totally transfixed on me. I blush, wait. I never blush while doing my job, well I did when I first started but that's different.
He's tall, amber eyes, pale skin and silver hair. He's attractive. Thats new, normally it's creepy old or unattractive guys here.
I try not to think too hard about him. I do my flip earning twenty bucks from some bald guy. The group of guys surrounding the silver haired guy start to cheer loudly talking about how they'd "hit that" and "im not racist but dark girl are gross but id take a chance on this one". That last one pissed me off. I almost felt stupid for even paying attention to that one guy but than the way he stood caught me off guard, he looked uncomfortable and mad?
Thats so hot...
Finally my fithteen minutes are done and I walk off the circle center stage. Grabbing a towel to dry off the sweat of my body. My makeup was a bit smeared, but whatever. My head was pounding, that's new.
Its ten so I have five minutes to get ready to serve at the bar. I fix my makeup to which I find myself thinking about the cute guy. I shake away the thoughts and finish my mascara. I put in my server out fit which happens to be a play boy bunny fit. Real original.
Mines tight of course but so are everyone else's. I finish and slap of a smile and fix my cuffs. I walk out of the break room, to where the bar is. Sara is there so once she sees me walking over she pats me on the back and she goes to take her break.
"Hey bartender, can i get a pineapple wedge cocktail", a guy says he looks to be late 30s or early 40s so I only serve him not trying to start anything. He would order a couple more after.
A group of guys moves over, a couple flirt with me. Im not all that intrested tonight, but I keep doing my job getting my pay. They all sit at the bar stools, as I take their orders. After the first fours orders are done I move to the next guy I almost jolt noticing it's the same guy from earlier.
His friends nudge him to order since we were just staring at each other for a solid minute. He coughs awkwardly and stumbles over his words as his friends roll their eyes.
"H-hi", I almost giggle by how flustered he seemed talking to me. I try to hide my slight blush. But before he could finish his buddies order him a glass of beer. I wait for the cute guys affirmation before I serve him the drink. He nods nervously. Agian cute.
I serve him one of our best tap beers, I work at a club, when someone gets our best tap beer the server kisses the glass and smear her lipstick onto the glass. It how we get tips, but for this case I want an excuse to flirt him up extra.
His buddies let out low whistles as I serve him his drink with a wink. He looks like he's a fish out of water shocked and blushing. Fuck he's adorable.
I finish serving that party and I proceed to serve a couple strangles. Mocktail, tap beer, black bear wine, white wine, a couple shots and so on I serve out to the guys. Every so often one guy will ask for my number which I make a small excuse like my phone is broken or work doesn't allow me too, or I forgot. In a way there all true just a bit stretched.
I prey that cute guy will try cuz for him I'd totally give it. Damn I'm so desperate.
Once I finish serving everyone there, the guy sits occasionally sipping his beer but mostly watching me. Normally guys look at my ass and tits which I totally have. We'll now i do i was a really really late bloomer in a way. But this guy wasn't looking there he just watched my face, we made lots of eye contact till one of us got nervous and looked down, it was normally him to look away first.
Fuck he's adorable.