CHAPTER ONE

 

Holding on by one hand, Nancy twirled daringly around the tall, gleaming pole, her knees near her waist, her sparkly red high heeled feet rising at least 3 feet above the stage. Her long, chestnut colored hair, loose and free, swirled about her. She landed gracefully, her heavy breasts bobbing beautifully. She sank to her knees, rolled to her back, spread her legs and began to rub her barely covered mons. The music had just reached its final crescendo and Nancy's performance drew from the leering crowd of men a cacophony of whistles, cheers and rebel yells.

A cascade of scrunched up dollar bills, with a few 5's tossed in, began to rain down on her. She came to her knees, a broad grin across her face, and waved to the happy crowd. Then she scurried about, gathering up her loot. When she was done, she blew the horny multitude a kiss and hustled off the stage, exhilarated.

This was Nancy's third night. The first night had been horrendous. She had been scared almost out of her skin and threw up twice before she went on stage. She could never seem to get her body in rhythm with the music. She couldn't get over the feeling that she was completely naked, even though she wore a gold lame g-string and matching pasties. She had worn bikinis to the beach before, but that experience was nothing like this. She kept wanting to tug the narrow covering over her pussy wider, afraid that her outer labia were peeking out, but didn't have the nerve to put her hand down there.

Before she went out on stage, she had looked at herself in the full length mirror just outside of the dressing room. The tiny garment hugged her prominent mound, demarking its plump shape for everyone to see. It fit so tightly that, if you looked close, you could even see the line of her labial divide. She had shaved her pubic growth down to a little line on each side of her outer lips, but even then she could still see a stray hair or two. She was too embarrassed to sit down in the dressing room and pluck them out so she went on stage anyhow, hoping that they were too small for anyone to see.

It was a good thing that it was a Tuesday. Hardly anyone was in the joint. There were a couple of guys who were really nice and called out encouragement to her. They were young and good looking. After they left, a really skeevy guy, skinny and old, whose bloodshot and yellowish eyes just leered at her the whole time, sat across from her nursing a 7 ounce glass of beer. Bob, the owner, or manager or whatever, Nancy didn't really know, said that between sets she should go out and talk to the patrons, be friendly and get them to buy her drinks. She was told to order 7&7's, and the booze portion would be poured from a special bottle that contained apple juice.

So she went out and sat with this guy for about 10 minutes. He kept putting his hand on her leg. She had to remove it 3 or 4 times. Then he asked her if she gave blowjobs and that was all she could take. She grabbed her drink and went back to the dressing room.

Wednesday had been a little better. Giving in to necessity, she had shaven off all her pubic growth. She had worn the other costume she had bought, a red number with sequins all over it. It set off her pale, luminous skin nicely. The bar was a lot busier. There was something about the place being crowded that made it easier to show herself off. She made about $250 in tips and the young guys from Tuesday had come back and she got to sit and joke with them for about 10 minutes during one of her breaks. They said nothing about any blowjobs.

The girls were nicer too. On Tuesday they had all been just so pissed that they had to work such a dead night that they hardly spoke to her. On Wednesday night the girls were more talkative. They all gave her a little hug and told her their names, but she could hardly remember them and knew that they were probably stage names anyway. That's what she told them, her stage name. It was Courtney. She didn't want anyone she knew knowing that she was dancing for a living. Her college friends wouldn't understand it and her folks would raise holy hell. She hadn't even told her boyfriend, Karl. He would probably break up with her and although she didn't love him, not too much anyway, she did like him and wanted the relationship to continue.

A about 12:30 Nancy had noticed a slim, well dressed guy watching her intently. He was accompanied by a couple of beefy guys, also well dressed, in suit jackets and knit shirts. She watched as the bartender treated the men deferentially. The manager, or owner, or whatever, came over to the guy and they talked for a while. But the guy's eyes kept coming back to Nancy. There were five other dancers going along the long stage, each with their own steel pole, but he had no eyes for them. It was nice to be appreciated and all that, but the guy's stare was getting disconcerting and felt not just a little bit uncomfortable.

When Nancy got her break, she ducked into the dancer's dressing room and stayed there. She thought that the guy would expect her to sit with him and she didn't want to do it. She asked one of the girls who the guy was. She said his name was Tony and that he came by once in a while. He was a good tipper and sometimes bought the girls nice things. Someone had told the girl that the guy was mobbed up, but she thought that that was probably bullshit because the guy was so nice. He was just some rich guy who was a little weird. According to the girl, he was harmless.

That was Wednesday. This was Friday. And the difference was like night and day. Wednesday they had had a good crowd, but on Friday night it was all assholes and elbows. She didn't know how anyone could hear themselves think, it was so loud. After her first set she had wandered through the crowd and had to squeeze past and between so many guys that she felt like she was giving out free lap dances. A couple of the guys pressed their bodies up against her chest as she squeezed past them, which was skeevy, and not just a few ran their hands over her ass or her thighs. She got about halfway to the bar and decided to turn around and go back.

It was during her third set that that guy Tony came in again. His bruisers cleared a way for him through the crowd and the manager, Bob, made sure he got a good seat at the bar. When she had been dancing at the station at his end of the bar for about 5 minutes, the guy, Tony, handed the bartender what looked like a folded up bill and motioned to her to give it to Nancy. When Nancy opened it, she saw that it was a pair of twenties. She blanched and shoved the bills into the waist of her g-string. It was too much money and she had the feeling that the guy would want something special in exchange for it.