Trabajo Como Bailarina Exotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Since you feel asking your best friend for help is such a big burden, I have a job for you.” I perk up at that. “Really? A job?” “Yup. It’s a midnight ballerina position that just opened up — a five day gig. The pay is ten thousand dollars per night.” I shoot to my feet in surprise, then proceed to regret it when my stitches sting. “Fuck! Ten thousand dollars?” “Yes, baby. Ten thousand to shake that golden ass.” She waggles her brows at me. “I was supposed to take it, but you’re qualified and definitely need the money, so you’ll go in my stead.”

But at least I didn't have to go to jail. ”It starts in a month. We will hold an event, for men only, where we always invite women. Usually we only hold these types of nights once a year and this years, was erailer today. But we’ll make the arrangements.” I stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. ”The girls we hire are,” Tyler looked around the office before his eyes landed on me. ”Exotic dancers, there to please and do as they’re told.” My mouth fell open, my eyes going dry because I wasn't blinking. He did not just say that.

“Hello, Luscious Vibes.” I smile, my heart pounding as I speak. “Hi, I saw a listing for a position. Is it still available?” “It is,” the voice responds. “Do you understand what the position entails? It’s not bar work. It’s as a dancer.” I let out a breath, steeling myself. “Yes, I know it’s for a dancer. I’m okay with that.” “Do you have experience?” “Dancing for work? No. But I can dance,” I say, hoping it’s enough to get me through.

he asked, his eyes scanning us up and down. I hesitated, feeling uncomfortable and out of place in this seedy environment. I could hear my mother's voice in the back of my head, telling me how disappointed she was in me to even be in a place like this. But then Elena spoke up, her voice surprisingly confident. "Actually, we are looking for work. What kind of jobs do you have available?" The man grinned wider, clearly pleased with our interest. "Well, we're always looking for new dancers," he said suggestively. "You two have the look - how about giving it a try?"

Exotic dancer, thats what she called it. Only she wasnt just an exotic dancer, the woman had skills and had won competitions all over the country with her performances. She continued to perform, but in her spare time, she volunteered with the charity Id become a part of. She worked at some kind of exclusive gentlemen's club, code for strip joint, but shed alluded to the fact that it was far more than that.

“I would pay you daily, three times more than you earn every day from the underground” My brows furrowed at the offer. He was right. I couldn’t refuse the offer. It would make me suspicious if I refused. After all, I was a dancer with a sick mother who was desperate for money to cover her medical bills. “Then why ask me to work for you when you know I can’t refuse?” I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. Ricardo looked at me with amusement “You start soon. I need you for an important assignment. I intend to use your beauty to my advantage”

Angelina asked professionally with a robot like tune to show him perfectly that she was there for business and nothing else. "Your the famous stripper........Bianca right?"He asked, his tune was deep and icy. "Yes sir" "If that is so, then, I want you to dance for me......"

The one that’s closed off by dark walls and a pair of velvet curtains with a burly bouncer standing guard. That’s where the exotic dancing takes place, and unlike other clubs, it’s VIP and invitation only. That was where my sister worked, but she wasn’t a dancer. She swore up and down she was just a cocktail waitress, but I had a bad feeling about it all along. When I told her my concerns, she brushed them off and said the guys she worked for were not interested in her. One thing is for certain, they’re great at hiding what goes on here. When I filed her missing person’s report, they didn’t even have her on file as an employee.

“It's nice to meet you.” “Fine, fine,” Georgina waved it off. "Do you stay here in the States?” “Yeah, I live here and I work here. And you?” I asked in reply. “I moved here recently,” she replied. “What for?” I asked. “Business? A man?” “It's for my career. I am a dancer, you know. I was signed by an entertainment label based here so this is where I've got to be,” she replied and then heaved a sigh.

“I need something for myself. I have nothing. Everything’s in his name. I haven’t worked in years, and... I need to get away.” I nod, my decision made. “Alright, I’ll give you a chance. You can work as a dancer for now, on the platforms away from the men, until you’re more comfortable.” Her head shakes in protest. “That’s the least-paying position!” she argues.