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Ch.1: Dance like nobody's watching.
Love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's heaven on earth.
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It wasn’t the job she wanted. Like hell it wasn’t the job her mother would’ve liked for her. But the money was good and since she was kicked out of her house, money had been an issue. At least she wasn’t selling her body out, just her image… Shoving her nakedness to her audience while swirling on a pole, getting close enough to feel the heat (and leave some tips) and far enough to remind the guys that when the show was over, they’d be going home alone. The club’s security was very strict on this too: they didn’t like their girls whoring around, and they made it perfectly clear from day one: this was a dance club, not a whore house.
Anya could live with that.
It was safe, it was good and plus, Angie was there too, so she wasn’t lonely. Actually it was Angie who had convinced Anya to at least try out.
Ever since Anya was kicked out, they shared a little apartment down town, near the College they both attended to. There was another girl there at the time, Nicky, so Anya didn’t have to worry too much about paying for the apartment. But then Nicky left and there was no way Angie could pay by herself. Anya needed a job and she needed it fast. Nicky had told them both about her job on a strip club, but Anya had refused at the time. Only after trying out different works and realizing no one wanted to hire a 21 years old girl who would be starting classes in a month, she was giving it a second thought.
What really made it all happen, though, was Angie getting fired.
“Any, we should at least try…” Angie suggested.
“Angie! I’m not about to start dancing naked! There’s only one step from there to being a total slut!”
“Face it! We have no job, we have no money, we’re about to get our water supply cut off and we start classes soon enough.” Angie exposed. And Anya new she was right. “Besides, you heard Nicky, this club doesn’t look that bad… they beat the hell out of the last guy who grabbed a girl’s boob.” She added with a shudder.
“And what about outside the club? What’s gonna keep them from grabbing our boobs, and everything else, then?”
“I don't know! I doubt girls get stalked outside of the club, and if they did that's what the cops are for. C'mon, think about it. We can do this. Together. Our bills will get paid and we'll have money to spare! Plus... free drinks!”
Anya gave Angie a look. “Well, you try then. You have enough boobs to make money, I don’t.” Is not like she was highly self-conscious about her body, but she wasn’t exactly the type you’d expect to see at a strip club either.
“But you can dance.” Angie insisted. “Besides, not all guys care about boobs!” Anya rolled her eyes in disbelief. “Seriously.” Angie gave Anya a charming smile. “It’s easy money, Any. Five hours a night or so.”
Anya sighed, knowing they both needed the money and Angie’s argument was right. “I’ll… I’ll think about it.”
Two days later they were out of water and Anya decided it was time to make the Harlequin Club a little visit.
Anya could live with that.
It was safe, it was good and plus, Angie was there too, so she wasn’t lonely. Actually it was Angie who had convinced Anya to at least try out.
Ever since Anya was kicked out, they shared a little apartment down town, near the College they both attended to. There was another girl there at the time, Nicky, so Anya didn’t have to worry too much about paying for the apartment. But then Nicky left and there was no way Angie could pay by herself. Anya needed a job and she needed it fast. Nicky had told them both about her job on a strip club, but Anya had refused at the time. Only after trying out different works and realizing no one wanted to hire a 21 years old girl who would be starting classes in a month, she was giving it a second thought.
What really made it all happen, though, was Angie getting fired.
“Any, we should at least try…” Angie suggested.
“Angie! I’m not about to start dancing naked! There’s only one step from there to being a total slut!”
“Face it! We have no job, we have no money, we’re about to get our water supply cut off and we start classes soon enough.” Angie exposed. And Anya new she was right. “Besides, you heard Nicky, this club doesn’t look that bad… they beat the hell out of the last guy who grabbed a girl’s boob.” She added with a shudder.
“And what about outside the club? What’s gonna keep them from grabbing our boobs, and everything else, then?”
“I don't know! I doubt girls get stalked outside of the club, and if they did that's what the cops are for. C'mon, think about it. We can do this. Together. Our bills will get paid and we'll have money to spare! Plus... free drinks!”
Anya gave Angie a look. “Well, you try then. You have enough boobs to make money, I don’t.” Is not like she was highly self-conscious about her body, but she wasn’t exactly the type you’d expect to see at a strip club either.
“But you can dance.” Angie insisted. “Besides, not all guys care about boobs!” Anya rolled her eyes in disbelief. “Seriously.” Angie gave Anya a charming smile. “It’s easy money, Any. Five hours a night or so.”
Anya sighed, knowing they both needed the money and Angie’s argument was right. “I’ll… I’ll think about it.”
Two days later they were out of water and Anya decided it was time to make the Harlequin Club a little visit.
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