Trabajo Como Bailarina Exotica 소설 & 이야기

I'm an exotic dancer. Almost six months ago, I was hired along with a group of girls from the club where I work to entertain a party for wealthy people. We went to a luxury mansion in Beverly Hills to do our thing, perform a few dance shows at a bachelor party, and drink with some of the men. The usual... except Nicolae was there. "You've certainly dressed in something very colorful," he said when I finished my performance, looking at my dancer's outfit. "And that's without seeing me naked, sweetheart. I become even more colorful without clothes," I replied flirtatiously.

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.

“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.

I looked like a night worker pretending to have dignity. The “club “ wasn't even in a building. It was a big garage with bright neon lights and a bodyguard who hated smiling. I asked for flin. A man with piercings, tattoos and a spider ring stepped out from the shadows. “Lucia's the name, right?” I affirmed. “Dance is your forté, correct?” “Yes. Ballet. Contemporary. Anything that pays.” He screened me with his eyes. “Are you clean?” I nodded again.

I'm not hiding myself, just avoiding potential danger. "I would like to apply there," I told her, feeling resolved about this decision. "Okay? Do you know how to dance—" "What?" I could tell from the look on her face that she expected my sudden reaction, and she gave me a sly smile. "It's not just a simple club, it's a nightclub. The people there are mature and old. There's no dance floor for young men and women, just an elevated platform for dancing and performing an erotic show to satisfy the customers. There's no slot for waitresses, so I applied as a pole dancer. Pole dancing was my favorite pastime when I was just sixteen," she explained, looking at my body from head to toe like she was

- I sighed. Arianna screamed next to me and I jumped a little. - I know of a buffet that's hiring new waitresses. We can go there on Monday lunchtime, it's near Tropical. - Are you serious? - I smiled excitedly. - Yes, Ell. The hours are very flexible and they work exclusively at night. - Let's hope no one's taken the job then! - I held her hands. - That way I'll be able to pay off my debts this month.

“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.

“Oh, Sophia. You didn’t read the fine print, did you?” A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. I did read the document… but not carefully. I had been so overwhelmed, so desperate to find a way out, that I didn’t pay attention to every detail. “What… what are you saying?” I whispered. Neon Dion reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded document. He handed it to me, and my fingers trembled as I opened it. I gasped. There it was, written in bold letters: “Job Position: Exotic Dancer (Stripper) at Miami Underhills.”

I just had to pass my test the next day. I worked hard all Sunday, trying to perfect the moves that Yvette had taught me, getting used to taking my clothes off and dancing in those shoes. On the Sunday evening Yvette worked with me for another hour and then I had to do a table routine for Max and a redhead woman. Max then asked me to do a lap routine for him and I could tell by his smile that I was about to pass. As a new girl I was offered Tuesday and Thursday nights to begin. Those were the least lucrative nights and thus least popular. As my reputation grew I'd be given weekend slots, but I had to work my way up to that. I knew it wasn't ideal to be working on school nights, but by this t

“How decent? There may be a vacancy, but I doubt you have wood to work on this.” “I can work on anything! Just hire me and you won’t regret it,” said the young woman, who with every minute showed more confidence in herself, even when she didn’t feel it. “I need an exotic dancer for tonight’s show,” he said with a suggestive look and a malicious smile. “Do you know to dance?”