Absolutely Unforgivable(31)
The two acrobatic strippers continued with their performance on the poles while my stripper came up behind me, and continued her onstage seduction of me and perhaps the rest of the crowd.
My body tingled, as she touched me. She bent over and whispered in my ear, while keeping her eyes on the men now crowding the stage area throwing money hand over fist at them. I couldn’t hear what she said; but I’m not even sure she said anything. It was all just so erotic and confusing and sensual.
At the end of the song the girls quickly scooped up the piles and piles of money on the floor of the stage and I stood up while another girl took my folded chair from under me. In a daze I walked towards the end of the stage and found Jeromy standing there waiting for me with a huge smile on his face. He put his arms up to catch me and I fell into his arms as he lifted me off of the stage.
“God, I love you Stacy,” he said to me as he gently put me on the ground.
“I love you too,” I quietly said to him and I softly ran my hand against the growing bulge in his pants and then led him by the hand back to our seats in the VIP area of the club.
When Jeromy and I took our seats again, I noticed Billy wasn’t in his. I looked around the club to try and find him but he wasn’t anywhere. I asked Jeromy where he had gone off to but Jeromy just shrugged as if he didn’t know. Travis must have overheard me and loudly responded, “You don’t need to worry about Billy. I’m sure he’s somewhere being well taken care of.”
The others started laughing but I wasn’t amused. I leaned into Jeromy and gave him a kiss on the cheek, trying to ignore what Travis said. Jeromy squeezed my hand and led it back down to his thigh.
Soon after, Mindy, Darla, Starla, and Tiffany decided it was time to make a trip to the bathroom. Mindy grabbed my free hand and informed me I needed to go with them. Jeromy nodded in agreement and let go of my other hand as Mindy dragged me to a brightly lit room in the back of the club.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the brightness and as they did I started to take in the strange sights before me. There was a long mirror that ran the full length of the room. The counter that was just below it had several small, short bar stools nearby. Strippers were everywhere. Watching them I couldn’t help but think back to the bar I worked at in Oklahoma. These girls were really no different than the waitresses back home. They were all back here touching up their hair and makeup, chatting about customers and the ’pervy’ things some of them had said to them, just like the girls back at home did. They were just normal girls, spending a day at work. The only real difference of course being, their day at work involved removing their top. I guess that was one glaring difference. But still at heart they really weren’t any different than me or any of my friends.
An older, pudgy woman with light brown hair with quite a bit of grey mixed in, stood off to the side of the room. Her table was full of all kinds of makeup and hair accessories. As she helped one of the girls touch up her makeup I noticed a large clear jar on her table full of money. While I wondered what that was all about Mindy leaned in a quietly informed me that was her tip jar. She made her living from the tips the dancers gave her for doing their hair and makeup and occasionally sewing up any wardrobe malfunctions.
Just past her was a row of lockers where I surmised the strippers kept their personal items safely locked up while they worked. On the other side of the room were some showers and then beyond that a few bathroom stalls. Compared to the glorious grandeur of the rest of the club, the dressing room was surprisingly plain and unattractive.
Darla and Starla were leaning against the counter fixing their hair and makeup and Mindy was deep in a conversation with one of the dancers asking her about how she got her hair to sparkle like that; so I took a seat in a nearby chair. The pudgy older lady came up behind me and started messing with my hair. “You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
I gave her a smile, not really sure how to answer her. She dragged me over to her table and sat me down on a tall bar stool. She pulled out various cases and brushes and worked on my face. It felt so good having her do it. It was very relaxing. Before long she began working her magic on my hair and then she put a hand on one of my knees and spun me around to face the long mirror in the room as she asked me, “So what do you think?”
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could barely believe my eyes. I looked so different. I looked hot. She gave me dark, smoky eyes and put all kinds of glitter in my hair. I normally didn’t wear a lot of makeup but now I found myself wondering why, if this is how I could turn out. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was me, but it wasn’t.