Chapter 3
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I indiscreetly hold my purse in front of my face in an attempt to rush into my apartment
unnoticed.
I'm not sure why I even imagined it would work.
Evan, the fourty-something landlord was already walking this way and nobody else wears all
pastel pink around here.
"Ellie!" He calls before I turn away from my door.
So close.
I lower the purse from my face and give a small smile. "Evan."
He puts his hands on his hips before pinning my with a scrutinizing gaze.
"I know I said you had to pay sometime during the third week, but your two weeks ends
tommorow and I need that payment as soon as this third week starts."
Shock and fear course through my body.
"I won't get my first paycheck until the last day of the three weeks! You said I had time!"
The man throws his hands up in exasperation.
"I know, but I've already been too linient. Four people moved out in the past two weeks and if
you don't pay up, I'll start LOOSING money! You have until tommorow night to pay that $400."
I set my mouth in a firm line and push my door open, closing it loudly behind me.
Asshole.
The only way to make that much money in a night is to strip and I...
Well...
I must have gone mad.
It's not even legal for me to strip, but I NEED that money NOW.
Getting it under the table is the best way to not get ripped off on my taxes and I bet if I can find a
strip club, they'll take my word on my age and let me at it.
How difficult can taking your clothes off and giving lap dances be?
After making the most degrading decision of my life, I whip out my phone and search something
I never thought I would.
'stripclubs close by.'
Several pop up and I pick the closest one with the best name.
"Strippin' and bitchin' here I come."
This one is only six blocks down the road, so I pick up my purse and prepare to leave.
On second thought, I drop my purse. No ID, no purse, no questions, no mugging.
I memorize the turns from my phones Google maps before leaving it on the table and storming
out the door.
If I'm going to actually do this I need my adrenile pumping.
It takes about ten minutes for me to
Arrive and when I do, I cut in front of the line, despite everyone protesting and I face the
bouncer with as much confidence as possible.
"I'm here to get a job."
The man smiles before laughing a bit. He nods like it's a joke, but let's me in anyway.
That was easier than I thought. I keep my hand on the wall, walking around the rooms edges
until I find the women's locker room door.
I'm surprised people don't just walk in, but I decide to do it myself.
Many tall blonde girls in awful looking heels and bikinis stare at me with mixed expressions.
Some are surprised, confused, or even looking a bit amused.
"Can we help you?"
I look to the blonde woman sitting on a bench and nod.
"I want to become a stripper."
A few laughs ring throughout the space, but blodis shushes them.
"You look like a little girl," she says eyeing my pink outfit. "We can probably fix that, though."
Snapping her fingers, she order another girl to go get a costume in the smallest size.
"You'll go out with us in a few minutes. The boss will pay you this once and if he likes your
performance he'll hire you whenever you're available. Sound good?"
I smile gratefully and nod before something smacks my face.
I bring my hands to my face startled and pull of the black leather...
Well, I don't know what it is.
Im relieved it's not the bikini most girls are wearing, so I don't argue.
They all look at me expectantly.
"Well? Change."
My eyes widen and my mouth drops open.
Here? Right here? In front of everyone?
Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I unzip my dress and let it fall. My cheeks involuntarily
turn red and I pick up the shorts to slide them on.
I actually really like them.
I pick up the corset looking thing next and try to put it on too.
"It doesn't require a bra," Blondie chimes in.
Swallowing uncomfortably, I unhook the clasps and drop my bra too before wrapping myself in
the corset as quickly as possible.
Two whistles hit my ears and if I thought I couldn't be more embarrassed I was wrong.
"How does the child looking girl have more cleavage than 80% of us?"
Grumbles sound through the room and a few girls snicker.
Is it a bad thing?
I cross my arms uncomfortably and Blondie leads me down a back hall that connects to the large
stage I tried not to look at while coming in.
"Watch and learn. We're up next. I'm Ashley by the way. Or Ash while on stage." she says.
"Ellie," I respond, engrossed in the wild performance before me.
"Girls! You're up in three!"
I'm surprised to hear a man's voice in the girls locker room.
Turning, I see a dirty blonde haired man scanning my body with shrprsied and hungry eyes.
"Did I get a new girl tonight?" he asks to no one in particular.
Ashley nods and introduces me.
"This is Ellie. She wants to strip too so watch carefully tonight. I think we'll need her on the
team. Ellie this is the owner, Michael."
I nod shyly and give a tight smile. Perhaps if I want wearing this it would be less awkward.
"Well I'll be watching you closely Ellie. For your first night I'd say hold off on the stripping. Just
dance and grind for now. I brought some friends tonight too so feel free to distribute lap
dances."
He winks before walking back out and I look at a smiling Ashley.
"It's our turn new girl."
- Writer
