Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lucy
I can do this.
All I have to do is walk inside and ask for Suzy.
How hard can it be? After the number of jobs I’ve had over the years and the interviews I’ve been through, this should be a walk in the park.
There are two things I know I’m good at in this life.
One being that I can dance, and two, I can make a friend in an empty room.
I need to pull up my big girl knickers and get this shit over with.
Fuck it. You only live once after all.
I walk inside with my head held high, even though on the inside, my body is in a full meltdown. It’s a good thing that dancing and acting come hand in hand.
Inside was exactly what I would imagine a strip club to be like, apart from how clean it is in here.
The lighting is low with leather booths scattered around the open space.
A long bar covers one side of the room, and a stage on the other.
But all that’s visible on the stage is the dark maroon velvet curtains that are currently closed.
It’s pretty empty right now, with just a few staff members chatting behind the bar.
With a confidence I definitely don’t feel right now, I stride over to the bar with a dazzling smile on my face.
“Hi, I’m looking for Suzy?”
The woman who turns to me has the most stunning raven coloured hair with matching dark eyes. She must be a dancer. She’s wearing, well, nothing really. Just a deep red lingerie set that looks beautiful against her skin tone.
“You must be Lucy? It’s so nice to meet you.” She smiles brightly, reaching over the bar to take my hand. “I’m Suzy. Riley has told me all about you!”
So not only is she beautiful, but she’s also so nice too. Thank God for that.
“Come on, I’ll show you around and explain what to expect.”
She comes around to my side of the bar, and I have to hold in a laugh at what else she’s wearing. The most hilarious bright green frog slippers I have ever seen. She catches me looking and bursts out laughing.
“I know, I know. They’re ugly, but they’re also the comfiest things I’ve ever worn on my feet. And when you see what I’m wearing later, you’ll understand why comfort is key.” She grins, linking her arm through mine.
Oh, I like this girl. We’re going to be good friends. I can tell already. She acts exactly like Sara and Fallon. She is one of those girls who can make anyone feel at ease.
“No, I actually love them!” I giggle along with her.
“You’re a dancer already, right? Have you danced in a place like this before?”
“No, never! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve danced in an outfit not much different from yours as a showgirl, but never intentionally sexy if you get me?” I grimace. Sexy is not a word I'd use to describe myself at all.
“With your looks, I don’t think it’ll take much to change it up and add that bit of sexiness you need in here.
” She leads me up some steps at the far side of the room that takes us behind the curtain.
“This is the stage. How about I play some music, and I’ll show you what I do.
Then after that, you can show me what you’ve got, to see what we're working with?”
“Yeah, sounds good to me.”
Thank God she isn’t making me go first. I need to see what I’m getting myself into here. She takes off her slippers and pulls out her phone, which is already connected to the speakers, and starts to play ‘Pour it up’ by Rihanna.
I could tell the moment she got into the zone.
Her full demeanour changed, then her body started to move and fuck me.
I was doubting my life choices of identifying as a straight female, because this woman oozed sex.
She floated around the dancefloor like a nymph, with the sultriest look on her face, and that was before she went over to the pole in the middle of the stage.
Pole dancing is something I’ve tried before and never got the hang of.
Watching her use it now, I can’t help but be impressed, as well as extremely jealous.
Her legs spread wide as she twirls herself around it so effortlessly.
Her core and upper body strength is un-fucking-believable.
I’m pretty sure my jaw is on the floor as I continue to watch her.
As I watch her, I don’t find her performance to be seedy in any way, just pure talent and a thing of beauty. It’s an art form. I make a mental note to start a pole class ASAP, because even if I don’t start to work here, I need to have a go at this.
The music fades off, and she ends her routine on her back, stretched out along the floor with one knee bent up.
“You are incredible! I need you to teach me how to do that!” I clap as she comes back over to me.
“Really? I’m a little tired today, so that wasn’t my best, but whenever I have a crowd, it boosts me to try harder.” She smiles, almost timidly, at the compliment.
“Honestly, you are so talented,” I say. “I don’t know what I can do that’s anything at all like that,” I admit.
“Hmm, let’s have a think. I’m guessing you can’t use the pole?” I shake my head. “Okay, what about ariel? Have you ever used a hoop? Silks? Hammock?”
“I’m not the best at using the silks, but I can use the aerial hoop!” I announce, giddy, there’s something I might actually be able to do here. “I don’t know if the routines I know will fit in, though. I could show you?”
It takes all of ten minutes for her to have it set up and ready for me to use and to set it to the right height.
“Okay, Lucy! Show me what you’ve got.”