Page 41 of Adam & Eve

height as I was and ugly. It made my skin crawl when he had looked me over with his beady green

eyes. When he was done, he grinned, showing all thirty-two of his brown stained teeth.

You’re one sexy bitch,” he complimented in the only way I think he was capable of.

I was hired without even dancing.

Heather, a blond girl with a face that left a lot to be desired, was assigned to show me the

ropes. Joe had called her a pro that had been dancing ten years, which contradicted what she told

me. She said she was twenty-five. To me she looked forty-five. The thick makeup she was wearing

did very little to hide the discoloration and age lines around her eyes and mouth. She was pale and

ivory skinned with large fake tits. Her one redeeming asset were nicely shaped legs that went on

forever. She had no ass to speak of, but said she made good money, which worried me. I was the

exact opposite of her and hoped I wasn’t wasting my time. She took me to the back where the girls

usually changed. I hadn’t thought about clothes to dance in, but Heather assured me what I had on

was ok.

I watched three girls dance before it was my turn. I shook my head at the rhythmless

bouncing and gyrating they did. It didn’t seem to matter that they couldn’t dance on beat. The men

still hooted and hollered while throwing bills at them.

By the time I went on stage, fifty to sixty more people had come in, mostly men. A handful

of women sat around drinking and smoking. I walked onto the stage to whistles and catcalls. I was

nervous but calmed myself with deep breaths.

The DJ called my name. I hadn’t felt the need to make up one. He seemed to believe it was

fake anyway when I told him. The song, the one that would become what I called my theme song,

the one I would dance to every time I danced, came on.

I closed my eyes because I wasn’t brave enough to look at the faces in the crowd at first. I

let the feeling overtake me. I moved my body, swaying my hips to the beat. I didn’t even attempt to

touch the pole. I was not flexible enough for it and I cringed at the thought of all the germs the

other girls had left behind from rubbing their bare asses and pussies on it.

I did what came naturally; felt the beat and moved my body until I was comfortable enough

to open my eyes. When I did money was raining down on me while some people stared in awe. I felt

powerful, renewed and bold. I dropped to the floor then crawled over to a man. His black business

suit looked expensive. His tan skin and chiseled face made him attractive.

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