jealousy? ( amy)

I arrived at the club at the same time as always, changed in the dressing room and waited to be called.

Angel ……….

I moved sensually across the stage to the sound of an electrifying song, each movement was performed with mastery and grace. I ended the performance by climbing up on the pole dancing pole and sliding down it, the men's howls invading my eardrums.

One of the men climbed on stage grabbing me and I tried to free myself but that man was much stronger than me, the others were having fun watching the scene fortunately two security guards came and helped me, minutes later I was alone in the dressing room crying, this was nothing new it happened to me more often than I would like but it always left me bewildered, I changed out of the sexy clothes for a tight black dress and a denim jacket and then left the club through the back doors. A light rain was falling outside, I held my bag tight and accelerated the pace arriving at a bus stop, I was absently playing with my cell pho