Trabajo Como Bailarina Exotica Novels & Stories

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.

“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

But I wasn’t turning back now. “Misty,” I said. She didn’t blink. “And what does Misty want from Evergarden?” “I’m looking for work,” I replied automatically. I clung to the script. The half-lie I rehearsed for two days. “Oh, yeah? What exactly do you do?” I pressed on. “I dance.” The femme fatale scoffed, “You and everyone else. This is a nightclub, if you hadn’t noticed.” “I’m an exotic dancer,” I swallowed. My throat burned. “Stripper.”

Said the woman on the other end of the line. Caterina took a few moments before asking that embarrassing question, however, as she recapitulated her situation again, she honestly had no other options. “Tell me Becca, at that place where you offered me a job months ago, are they still hiring?” Caterina questioned with too much embarrassment under her arm. “Oh friend, sorry, we are not hiring dancers, however, if we need waitresses, you are a beautiful but decent girl, I can offer you that, you will not earn the same as a dancer, but the tips are

She looked relieved by my response and then looked at the laptop again. "My name's Bentley, I would like to be referred to as Bentley." She stated. She must have been in her early 50's, but I could work with that. "I have work to do right now, so I would see you in training. But first, when you begin working with us, would you offer extra services such as lap dancing or intimate relations for extra money?" Two words. Hell no. "I would only like to dance, please." I was elated she had asked. I would have hated to be forced.

'You, Dolores Maria Sanchez, agreed to work as a VIP prostitute in Vincenzo's club, La Perla Negra, and will be paid according to the terms set out in this contract. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The thought of working as a prostitute, a whore, was both terrifying and exhilarating. She was going to make money, lots of money, and maybe she would be able to leave this hellhole, but the thought of sleeping with strangers, selling her body for money... it was almost too much. But she had no choice, her friend's life was at stake, and if it meant keeping her alive, she would do anything.

“Denied!” He didn't even let me audition for the Shakespearean ballet. I stormed out of Symphony Dance Studio. I wasn't having a good day. So, this was going to be my life now. My ballet dreams had been crushed to dust, and the nightclub would forever be my burden, until Santini decided to stop being greedy and end my contract. God, I was so sick of exotic dancing. I wanted to scream at the crowd tossing money at me every night, and I'd do anything to end it.