The Stripper's Firsts

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As the song started playing, Hestia slowly turned around grazing her fingers on the pole. The song was Expectations by Lauren Jauregui. Hestia looked around. Making eye contact with every person her eyes reached for a brief moment. There are older men, younger men, men at her age and of course women in also different stages of life. Everyone is different, unique, but people here right now, held one common thing, and that was how they stared at Hestia.

Lustful.

Lascivious.

Lecherous.

The way they looked at Hestia makes her feel like she's somewhat food that's everyone been craving. Like she has this great taste that you can't taste on anyone even if you spent your whole life trying to find a similar taste. In her early years of being a stripper, she feels so awkward and uncomfortable at those stares. But right now, she's oozing with confidence.

Despite having women in their laps, and grinding on their crotches, they still can't stop staring at Hestia. She has this something that you can't figure out what it is that will make you drawn to drown in her presence.

Blinking is a reflex and you will have a hard time suppressing it because it a must to protect your eyes from dust and any unwanted particles. But the moment you blinked your eyes and the more you blinked your eyes, the more something lost that you should have seen.

Hestia smirked as she put her hand on her coat to unbutton them. She wanders her eyes and for an unknown reason, her eyes were drawn to the bar counter in which a certain girl is looking at her. Hestia almost gasps at the beauty if only she didn't remember that she's on stage and performing.

Hestia's grin grew wider. She directed her eyes on the very first button of the coat where her right hand was placed then looked back at the girl. She slowly unbuttoned her coat and let it fell from her shoulders.

The crowd groaned as they see that Hestia who was known as Shein in the club still has long sleeves white button-up shirt on her. They can't wait anymore. They have been dying to see the beauties behind those shirts and Hestia is aware of that.

Hestia, feeling impatient due to the girl's presence that she still hasn't taken her eyes away from her, slowly ripped off her shirt, letting the buttons ran off the view to conceal their presences because they are no longer in use and letting the crowd caught a glimpse of her red lingerie.

The crowd has this one music, they share one common goal, to f**k Hestia like it was their last day. Everyone but Avery.

Hestia almost frowned at the sight. She thought that the girl sitting on one of the stools in the bar counter is really weird. She's not staring at Hestia like how she should be. She's not staring at Hestia like a predator waiting to devour Hestia as prey. Her gaze holds unfamiliarity to Hestia. Her gaze looks unknown and a stranger to Hestia's world. Her gaze was warm. Her gaze was loving. She looks like she's staring at a princess who's wearing a very elegant dress and walking down on the spiral stairs to join the party and not at a stripper dancing in tiny lingerie in front of everyone. 

Are you supposed to look like that to a stripper who had lost count of how many people she had slept with?

Hestia bit her lower lip sexily, feeling impossibly aroused at the girl, which is actually her first. Since from the start, no one can ever make her feel aroused just like what this girl is currently doing. No one can make her feel hot due to her own wanton desires. But the funny part is that the girl is not even doing anything for her to behave like that. The girl is just innocently staring at her with her warm eyes and a sweet smile plastered on her lips. But she’s drenched down there. She wants to squeeze her thighs to control her desires but she can’t, she’s in the middle of her performance.

Hestia makes her moves more lustful to seduce the girl. She reached out for the zipper on the back of her fit pencil-cut skirt and bend her body to fully remove it while still not taking her eyes off the girl. She’s now only in her red lingerie and a black with a touch of red high heels. Hestia started making the move lustful to the fullest. The song is now close to the end. And she’s trying her hardest to seduce the girl. But nothing works, not the fact that her body has only tiny pieces of lingerie respectively covering her womanness, not the fact that the way she danced tonight is different than any other days, and not the fact that she became bold of expressing her desires by obviously seducing her. Until the music died and until the lights flicked off, the girl held the same look, warm gaze, and a sweet smile on her lips.

Hestia tried to catch her breaths as she took the robe Jack’s handing out for her and drank half of the water in the bottle then gave it back to Jack.

“Oh my God Shein! You did really great. Like really really great! I never saw you danced like that. It was too far good in what we practiced.”

“Thanks, Jack.”

Hestia said between intakes of breaths and walked towards her dressing room. She slumped down on the chair in front of the mirror. She wiped the beads of sweat in her forehead and also the one who streamed down her face.

She let her mind wander to the girl again earlier.

Who is she anyway? Based on her clothes, she doesn’t look like one of the VVIP. I never see her before. And why? Why is she looking at me like that?

Hestia was taken away from her thoughts when someone knocks on the door. She was sure, it was the manager. The manager will be going to talk about the offers she got from customers. For one specific reason, obviously because of the girl earlier, she was so excited.

She excitedly opened the door which shocked her manager because she usually just shouted ‘Come in’ because sometimes she’s too tired or too lazy to move.

“You looked like you’re in a great mood, Shein.”

The manager teased as she walked inside and take a seat on the couch.

Of course, Hestia will never admit it so she gulped down her excitement and pretended that she’s too tired.

“Not really Mrs. Kei.”

Hestia said and back to her seat.

“Really? Then you should be in a great mood because you received a bunch of offers with a great amount. When I said great, I mean it.”

“Really? Can I know the details?”

“Sure Shein.”

Mrs. Kei took out her phone, going to the notes where she typed the details. She read it loud enough for Hestia to hear it. Hestia paid attention to every name, she’s waiting for the manager to spill a girl’s name and when she did, she motioned for her manager to stop. The manager looked up from her phone, curious why the girl suddenly stops her, she never did it before.

“Is Ms. Erin has jet black hair?”

“No. Why?”

The manager asked with one of her brows lifted. Question marks are almost visible on top of her head.

 “Nothing. You can continue.”

Despite being curious, the manager didn’t ask any more questions and just continue with what she’s doing. Before the manager finished telling her everything, Hestia stopped her 3 times more but again didn’t ask any more questions.

“So who will you pick for tonight?”

Hestia frowned, she didn’t hear what the manager just asked her because she’s too busy and lost on her thoughts about the girl, about why the girl didn’t make an offer.

Is she can’t afford one night with me? Does she really didn’t find me appealing? Does she really don’t feel the same way? Does she think I’m not that great?

Hestia was pulled out of her thoughts by her manager calling her name repeatedly, finding Hestia really weird tonight.

“Shein, what’s wrong? Are the offers still low for you?”

Hestia shook her head as she glanced at the mirror on her left side to look at her reflection then back her eyes to the manager.

“No. No. They are very tempting prices but I won’t accept any offer now.”

“What? Why?”

“F-For personal reasons.”

Hestia stood up and started walking towards the door to get down and meet the girl.

“Where are you going?”

The manager asked and stood up too to approach Hestia.

“I’m coming down.”

The manager knitted her eyebrows. Not really sure why Hestia is acting really weird but she knows that even if she asked her, there’s no way Hestia will ever tell her.

“Then at least change.”

Hestia looked down at what she’s wearing. She’s only wearing the silky robe that ends in the middle of her thigh. And realized the need to follow her manager’s suggestion.

“Yeah. Right.”

Hestia nodded her head and walked back to where her clothes are. The manager left her alone staring at the clothes hanging in the closet.

What the hell. What I only have here are pieces of printed white shirts and pants which I’m wearing if I’ll go home. I don’t have any fancy clothes or at least appropriate enough for the place because I never came down. Bars, clubs are also not my thing. Even though I’m working at a strip club, I never like alcohol. Not because of the taste, but because of the money. You will need to pay a great amount for only a few sips of a drink. That wasn’t a good way to waste the money.

Hestia changed into her black pants and a printed white shirt that has a printed text: I’m a virgin (this is an old shirt).

Looking back at her reflection for the last time, puckering her lips and smiling as she felt so satisfied. Hestia carefully walked down and glanced around the place. The view from there is of course different when she’s on the stage. It’s her first time to saw that view.

Not wasting any more time, Hestia looked around and immediately spotted the girl talking to the bartender. Straightening her free from crease shirt and taking a good amount of air again, she strutted her way towards the girl and sit beside her. She failed to get the attention of the girl which emitted a low groan from her.

Hestia eavesdrop on the conversation, while taking in the close appearance of the girl from the edge of her eyes.

She’s too pretty. Her beauty is almost blinding me and paralyzing both my body and mind.

The bartender and Avery are just talking to a random song of Mayday Parade that they both love which is actually a thing too of Hestia.

Hestia smiled at herself, finding the thought of them sharing a common interest, cute.

“Shein? Is it you Shein?”

Hestia looked up to see the bartender with knitted brows looking at her.

“Yeah. Hi.”

She said awkwardly. Hestia actually doesn’t remember the name of the guy and the last time she talks with him. Not only she lacks communication skills but also socializing is not her thing.

“Wow. This is the first time you came down after your performance.”

The bartender said again slightly getting on Hestia's mind.

He’s not the reason why I came down here. It’s the girl on my left side. Because I thought I can talk to her or if I’ll be given a chance, do actions that don’t require talking, not counting the moans.

Hestia just nod and looked at her left side as she wet her lips with her tongue.

Hestia almost melted at the girl’s gaze. She looked shocked to see me but her eyes is still warm. Then her lips slowly stretched into a sweet smile.

“What do you want to drink Shein? It will be on me.”

“Anything is fine.”

Hestia answered not taking her eyes off the girl, and so the girl.

The bartender shouted okay and decided to just make a Gimlet.

“Hi. You’re the one who last performed right?”

Hestia returned the girl’s sweet smile first before opening her mouth to speak.

“Yes. Why?”

The girl smiled once again as she looked down at her drink placed on the counter then put it in her mouth to drink the remaining contents. After placing back her glass on the counter, she looked back again at Hestia.

“You’re beautiful. What’s your name?”

Hestia blushed not only because she asked her name but also because she almost drool in the previous scene but thanks to the dark place, she was sure the girl didn't see it.

“Why do you asked?”

“Why wouldn’t I ask?”

Hestia clicked her tongue and give the girl a cocky smile.

“Shein.”

“Shein?”

The girl put her hand on her chin like she was thinking of something.

“Is that your real name?”

Hestia raised one of her perfected brows. It was her first time meeting someone, asking that question.

“Yes, but it’s a second name.”

“Then, what’s your first name?”

Hestia gulped down, feeling something on her stomach.

“Hestia.”

The girl smiled, sweeter than she first gave to Hestia.

“Hestia. I like your first name. It was a beautiful name. Can I call you that, Hestia?”

Hestia almost moaned at the way the girl pronounced her name. It was so good to ears. It was something that she’s willing to pay just to hear it again.

Without fully thinking about it, Hestia nodded and mumbled a weak “Yes.”

This is actually a bit weird for her because she never allows anyone aside from her mother to call her in that name. Because she hates it. It was the name of one of the Greek Goddesses. She believes she doesn't deserve it. But after hearing her name rolled to the girl’s tongue like that, she now loves her name more than anything.