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“Listen to me very carefully, no matter how drunk you get, you have to swear to me right here right now that you won’t fuck a hooker in my car tonight, I can’t handle the fucking glitter” Fatin quips out loud half jokingly half serious, her focus more preoccupied on the road ahead as she pulls into the small dimly lit parking lot.
“They’re strippers Fatin, strippers, not hookers, not hoe’s, not side bitches ok? Strippers” Dot explains carefully to her friend who seems to be more interested in counting the large bundle of cash that she’s just pulled out of her purse.
“Alright alright, jeez who brought the vocab police along tonight?” She laughs, as she begins to carefully sort out the cash into neat little laid out piles of 1’s 5’s and 10’s on top of the dashboard.
“It’s literally nothing to do with vocabulary Fatin, I just don’t want you to piss off one of the dancers by calling her a hoe” Dot mumbles, a slight hint of irritation to her tone.
“And when have I ever said that hoe was a negative word?” Fatin smirks before exiting the car, looking back to give Dot a playful wink. Although irritated Dot can’t help but smile at Fatin’s playfulness.
“Hold up, hold up, you can actually fuck these girls?” Toni says slowly as she catches up to her friends, her attention span finally kicking in after missing the whole conversation due to her brain being stuck on the words ‘fuck a hooker’. Fatin surprisingly says nothing this time, but laughs out loudly for a good minute or so at Toni’s naive remark.
It was Toni’s 21st birthday a week ago. Fatin and Dot had come up with the idea during one slow work evening after bouncing 21st birthday party ideas back and forth between them and getting no where with any of the suggestions. In the end Fatin calls out “This is getting us no where, let’s think, what are some of Toni’s favourite things?” It took Dot less than a second to respond “Girls and beer.” The response had Fatin jumping up onto a dirty table that she was just about to wipe down and slapping her forehead with a force so hard Dot thought she was going to knock her self out, “Dorthy, I’ve fucking got it, where is somewhere that you can have both?” She quizzes excitedly.
“A school parking lot? “ Dot quips.
“No, think harder?”
“Erm? A prison penitentiary?”
“Oh Dorthy, sweet sweet naive Dorthy, we’re taking Toni somewhere you can get all the B’s, babes, boobs and beer. A mother fuckin’ strip club” Fatin announce loudly, a stupid grin plastered from ear to ear.
Toni had never actually ever shown any interest of going to a strip club, for someone so confident with girls, the thought had actually made her a little nervous. Fatin on the other hand had been non stop talking about it all week to anyone who would listen.
“So girls are actually going to have their boobs out in front of me?” Dot asks shyly, as the three of them now awkwardly loiter in the parking lot.
A simple comment that stops Fatin abruptly in her tracks.
She turns her head back in Dots direction before exhaling out hard like they’ve had this conversation before a million times and she’s exhausted of repeating herself. “Their nipples are covered by nipple tape but yes Dorthy, girls wil actually have their boobs out in front of you, your wildest dreams coming true” she says with a twinkle in her eye.
“Not a lesbian, just like cargo shorts.”
“Whatever you say princess.”
Once they are in front of the building holding their ID’s up to the security they are ushered into the front door by a tall looking bald man that was built like a tree. Once in the building, Toni’s eyes light up like a kid who’s just had a visit from Santa on Christmas Day, Fatin’s the first one to take notice. “Hey um have you noticed Toni’s eyes look like she’s just taken crack?…No? Just me?” She adds, when Dot doesn’t respond to the comment.
The atmosphere of the clubs exterior duplicates the atmosphere of its interior, seedy. It’s nothing compared to how Fatin had created the image of it in her head. A sparkling, luxurious club with model like strippers walking around serving tiny pretentious little glasses of fancy champagne to rich fancy business men sitting in extortionately priced leather chairs while they neatly tuck in $100 bills between a beautiful girls cleavage. It was the complete opposite of the fantasy she so clearly had pictured in her mind. They were instead looking at a dimly lit club that smelt like smoke and cheap perfume, that did have leather chairs, but these ones were tatty and fraying at the seams, the handsome fancy businessmen replaced with undesirable middle aged men, some of who the girls had recognised to be regulars at the bar they worked at. Most of them had families.
Despite its flaws and being everything that Fatin was hoping it wouldn’t be she couldn’t help but have an amused glint in her eye every time she looked up at Toni and saw how entranced by it all she was.
Just as they were about to take a seat in one of the front facing booths close to the poles a very tall woman with long dark hair walks past them in nothing but a teeny tiny black thong carrying a tray of drinks to another table.
“Damn daddy” Fatin practically yelps out in an over the top seductive tone.
People close to them look over, including the girl carrying the drinks. Toni throws her an apologetic smile. “There’s something seriously wrong with you” she growls embarrassedly.
“You’re like a child” Dot grimaced like she had just caught the sight of something disgusting.
“Oh yeah baby, a child who’s gunna get some milk, if you catch my drift?” Fatin smirks.
“EW” both girls call out in unison, matching disgusted looks plastered across their faces.
“You love it” Fatin bites back, grinning wildly.
An hour goes by as the girls get progressively more and more drunk with every sip of cheap house tequila that was mixed with the flattest coke Toni had ever tasted.
“Wow Toni are you actually going to look at any other thing or person apart from that blonde all night?” Dot gently mocks, a slight drunken slur to her words.
“No.” Toni states inexpressibly, her dark eyes getting darker and darker by the minute as they never leave the pretty blonde haired girl in a matching pink set swinging her incredible body around the pole effortlessly.
“Oh god, this pathetic broody pining thing you have going on isn’t attractive on you Toni, I almost feel pity.” Fatin sympathies sarcastically.
Before Toni can even snap out of her trance to protest and process what Fatin is about to do, she sees her grab a hand full of the 10’s that had been splayed out on the table as she makes her way down to the blonde.
“Can I buy a dance for my friend?” she yells out over the music, leaning over the metal railings a little.
Hearing what Fatin had asked for the blonde haired girl finishes up her dance and slowly makes her way over to the railing crouching down and settling right in front of a now flustered looking Fatin before she asks “Sure thing, which one did you want me to dance for?” Her gaze turning to face a group of young looking men joking around and nudging each other, giggling whilst harassing a dancer who doesn’t look like she’s having the greatest time.
“Oh no, you got it wrong, my friend is the one over there, sitting in that booth pretending like she’s not been staring at you since she entered the building.” She clarifies drunkly, pointing to Toni who now seems to be super interested in looking anywhere other than at the woman.
“Oh, well I never really dance for girls” she states quietly, clearing her throat uncomfortably. Her green eyes glancing between Toni and Fatin, before they settle on Fatin’s brown ones, running her fingers through her hair uneasily.
“C’mon it’s my friends birthday” Fatin pleads, holding out an impressive looking pile of money.
“Give her a good time.” She winks as the woman hesitantly takes the money out of her hand and slips it tightly into her pink bra.
The dancer rolls her eyes at the sarcastic comment and begins to turn the opposite way before Fatin calls loudly out over the music, “What’s your name?”
“Bee.”
With the new information she has just received Fatin practically skips back to the booth with excitement before announcing “So her names Bee and by the looks of her you’re about to have one of the hottest lap dances of your life my friend” pointing enthusiastically over to where Bee was stood moments ago, giving Toni a goofy thumbs up approvingly. Toni’s just thankful that the girl can’t hear or see her overexcited friends reaction right now otherwise she fears she could practically die from embarrassed at Fatin’s eagerness.
Following Fatin’s directions Toni walks down a narrow hallway to the right of the building before standing in front of the last door on the left that had an obnoxiously large neon flickering sign stating ‘PRIVATE’ above it.
Taking a deep breath in, Toni’s shaking hands reach slowly for the door handle, so slowly it feels as if her entire body has been set onto slow mo mode.
‘She’s just a girl, it’s just a dance, breathe’
She thinks quickly to herself in a last attempt to psych herself up.
Once she enters the room, she closes the door quietly behind her before standing awkwardly in the centre of the room, nervously pressing her nails into her palms, forming small crescent shaped marks into her skin.
Bee gives her a quick glance over before crouching down seemingly to connect her Spotify to the speakers, a song Toni doesn’t recognise starts to pound out around them,
‘Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Send your location, come through’
The deep base and the way she is now intensely staring into Toni’s eyes, has Toni feeling a little weak. Over the past couple of years Toni’s had her fair share of women, looked at a lot of women with the most beautiful coloured eyes that look deep into her soul, but none have ever made her feel quite like this, so weak, almost powerless. Bee gently takes Toni’s hand and leads her onto a small plush purple sofa before hesitantly straddling her, rolling her hips lightly against the top of Toni’s thigh to the music, her eyes burning into Toni’s whilst Toni’s eyes awkwardly look everywhere else but at woman grinding on top of her.
“Is this okay?” She asks as she pushes her body slightly more closer to Toni.
“Yes ma’am” she swallows thickly, nodding her head quickly in agreement.
The song ends and changes and Toni knows she probably only has a few minutes left, she knows that she should be enjoying every second of this, that it’s a rare moment that she’s got a girl that is this beautiful, half naked dancing for her, she can feel the moment slipping away second by second but at the same time she can’t get out of her own head. She had guessed already earlier on in the night that Bee is most definitely straight. It’s rare to see a stripper from around here that is anything but super straight, plus she must of watched her flirt tonight with over 10 men which just solidifies the fact in Toni’s mind. It’s hard mentally to get into the whole thing when it just feels a bit transactional. Toni’s not stupid though, she understands that this is Bee’s job and essentially it is a transaction, clients pay, and she dances, end of. Although it would make Toni feel slightly more at ease if she thought that Bee was the slightest bit attracted to her, or that Bee wasn’t totally uncomfortable dancing for another woman.
It was starting to feel like the longest minute of Toni’s life, between the intoxicating citrus smell of Bee’s perfume and the proximity of how close her shallow breathing was to Toni’s ear, Toni felt like she was literally losing her mind. The heat in her abdomen pooled so low and so hot that she feels that she’s going to combust if she doesn’t focus on something else quickly.
“So, is your name really Bee?” She questions, almost forcefully, like her brain is in auto drive and she’s trying to get it to manually operate.
Bee furrows her brow before replying quickly, “I don’t really talk to clients.”
“Oh ok.” Is all that Toni can whisper out dumbly. Wishing the ground below her could swallow her up.
Torn between feeling uncomfortable and incredibly turned on by the whole situation that’s placed in front her, Toni takes a deep breath and relaxes into the dance, trying hard to enjoy the remaining couple of minutes. She pushes her body more comfortably to the back of the sofa and sprawls her legs out from their previous rigid position. Causing Bee’s body to snake tightly right between her thighs.
She stares up and catches Bee looking down at her, her green eyes turning slightly darker as her knee accidentally catches between Toni’s legs.
Fuck.
Toni shudders.
“You can put your hands on my thighs if you want?” Bee whispered, her southern accent now getting a little thicker, a small smirk tracing her lips. Toni cautiously reaches out to Bee’s thighs, lightly pressing her fingertips into the soft skin.
The next sound that comes out of Bee’s mouth has Toni surprised, surely Bee didn’t just accidentally let slip a moan that sounded suppressed? Looking a little embarrassed, like she had just been caught off guard Bee gently takes Toni by the back of her neck and pulls her close, pressing their bodies together until Toni’s mouth is dangerously inches away from her neck. Toni’s can’t be one hundred percent sure of it but thinks she can hear Bee’s breathing growing a little more rapidly with each painstakingly small movement.
“Is this okay?” She breathes quietly, directly into Toni’s ear. The tickling sensation of warm breath on her skin is just enough to bring her out of the subdued trance she was just starting to lose her self in. Her head feeling disorderly and fuzzy, a feeling she usually only gets when she’s just come out of a bad dizzy spell after consuming way too much coffee.
Toni doesn’t respond, her throat rapidly drying.
“To answer your question from before, no. Bee isn’t actually my real name, I don’t give out my real name at work to protect my identity. None of the dancers do, we all have stage names. I lead a very different life outside of these four walls and I couldn’t risk exposing myself.”
Toni just nods her head in response, wanting to show her respect by not stepping over her boundaries she’s clearly setting out.
“You asked me a question, so now it’s my turn to ask you one?” Bee quips, her tone half sounding like a demand half sounding like a question.
Toni’s eyebrows raise in suspicion, “Go on?”
“So like, what are you? Are you er…gay? I’m guessin’ you are since your friend brought you here and paid for you to have an intimate dance from a girl.”
By this point of the question Bee had started to run her hands all over her own body, deliberately dragging her perfectly pedicured baby pink nails across her stomach and over her chest.
“Mhm” is the only sound that escapes Toni’s lips, her eyes now glued to the show unfolding in front of her.
“Like what you see?” She breathes lowly out into Toni’s ear. All Toni can muster at this point is a pathetic head nod, her mouth half hanging open before she responds with,
“I thought you didn’t talk to Clients?” She counters, a slight grin now forming at the corners of her lips as she speaks.
Her brown eyes now fixed on Bee’s green ones, she could swear that if she looked close enough that there was a glint of something there, not that she could decipher what that something was, with her head being this fuzzy and the amount of alcohol floating around in her system, but she swears there’s something.
“I don’t. Could just see how neverous you was is all, just trying to make you a little more comfortable” Bee smirks.
“Me nervous? I’m no-“
Before Toni could finish the ending of her sentence, the song came to a stop quicker than they had both expect. Just like the abruptness of the song quickly finishing so did Bee’s dance.
The music snapping off so suddenly causes Bee to snap right back into the reality of the situation. Her dancing half naked on top of a woman.
“Erm your times up” she interrupts, quickly climbing off Toni and straightening herself out.
Toni notices how the roles have reversed and Bee is now the one desperately looking anywhere else in the room but at Toni.
It’s only a couple of seconds whilst Bee gathers up her belonging and heads for the door but with the thick atmosphere in the room each second felt painfully long. Now awkwardly picking at the fibres of the threads protruding out of the tatty looking sofa, Toni racks her brain trying to think of something to say before Bee leaves. Her heart pounding hard in her chest.
Before Bee exits the room, she turns around and fixes Toni with a stare.
“You never told me your name.”
“Toni.”
“Toni” Bee repeats, noding once back like she’s making a mental note.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you out there Toni” she says, her gaze lingering slightly before heading out the door.