Page 17 of Sexy Beginnings
Please don’t let me fall on my face.
I shake my hands trying to rid my body of the nerves. I spent three hours with Tracie trying to learn how to dance and move when I’m up there. Now that the time has come, I feel like I am going to throw the hell up.
When Tracie was training me earlier, I swore to her that I was a lost cause. My thighs couldn’t grip the pole right, I kept falling and slamming my ass on the stage. If I fall in front of everyone out there I’ll die.
“You okay?” Tracie walks through the door to check on me.
“Yeah, I guess.” My voice is more unsure than I am.
“Here, we need to put this on.” In her hand is an intricate mask that will cover only my eyes. It has small rhinestones framing it. She said Shooter’s biggest issue wasn’t my age, but that someone would recognize me. Hence, the mask.
I assess myself in the mirror not even recognizing the woman staring back at me. The clothes I’m wearing are so out of my comfort zone. My body is covered by a see through black dress that stops a couple inches below my butt. Underneath I have on a sequined black bra and thong.
Luckily, Tracie said that she was able to find two other girls. I will end up needing to get up on stage three times. The other two will go topless but she said that was my choice. I haven’t planned for anything, I guess it depends how things are going.
I hear someone start to speak on the microphone, knowing that will be my cue.
“Now, popping her Ambrosia cherry. Here for your absolute pleasure, Mary!”
I look over at Tracie and she is smiling.
Bitch.
I walk out and the cheers sound. I don’t look out to them, I just focus on a spot on the back wall. Concentrating more on my steps and not busting my face in these hooker heels. The problem is that my spot on the wall is replaced by Jordan.He’s here?Shit. His eyes are focused on me. His arms are crossed over his chest and he looks pissed as hell. My entire body reacts to his stare. When I start to move I keep his focus.
My body sways and dips to the music. I complete a few spins on the pole like Tracie showed me. Halfway through the dance I turn my back to the audience, my arms cross over my stomach gripping the hem of the dress I pull it up and off me in one swift motion.
When I turn, I feel Jordan’s eyes before I see them. They are burning holes in my skin. Heating my whole body without even touching me. I slide my back down the pole spreading my legs once I hit the bottom, like Tracie showed me. The men cheer but the man in the back is still stoic.
Arms crossed.
Face hard.
Eyes focused.
I can’t see his expression from here but I take his presence and his stance as a challenge.
Maybe Tracie was right. I complete my set then head back to the dressing room. My next outfit is about the same except it’s red.
“Girl, you fucking rocked that shit.”
I smile at her. “Thanks, I was so damn nervous.”
“Well, it didn’t show. One down, two more to go.”
She walks out of the dressing room and I relax until I’m called again. The second time is pretty much the same. This time there are a few more guys than before. Jordan still watches me from the back. I don’t pay attention to anyone but him, this is all for him.
My last outfit is bright white. When I put it on and look in the mirror, I look like an angel.
“Look at you. Ready for the last one?” Tracie is standing in the doorway.
“Yeah, I’m just not sure about this one.” I run my hands over my outfit.
“Please you look fucking virginal as can be, Mary, they’ll eat this shit up.”
Now it makes sense, white, angel, Mary.
I take the stage one last time and they scream louder than any time before. The white color and the rhinestones shine under the lights and when I look at Jordan, I wink. The beat starts to play and I give it my all. Each movement harder, each dip deeper. This is my last chance to have him see me as sexy.
My heart beats faster as the feeling of him watching me excites me. My body feels heated under his gaze and he doesn’t look away from me.
By the end of the dance I’m panting but more from the connection I’ve been sharing with Jordan. From the hormones racing through me. The way I ache when I look at him. I head back into the dressing room relieved that I’m done for the night because I’m exhausted. The door opens, “Hey Trace! All done for—”“ I turn and it isn’t Tracie looking at me.
It’s Jordan.
