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Unzipping her bag, Vala pulled out her stage clothes and then proceeded to undress. The girls backstage were their rowdy as ever selves, and Vala couldn't help but smirk and roll her eyes at the whole lot of them. A few of the girls knew sign language, thanks to Vala, and after she pulled on her thongs she talked to a handful of them. She reached in pulling out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter. Sitting down at her table, she lit her smoke puffing away as she started putting on her jewelry. Her ankle bangles were the first to go on; after she clasped them she undid the clasp on her cross necklace. She kissed the pendent, and then tucked it away replacing it with a curtain styled rhinestone necklace. Pulling her hoops from her ears, she put in the matching set of rhinestone earrings before she got her ten minute call.
She waved a dismissive hand at the stage manager, grabbing her lotion from her table before she ashed her cigarette and exhaled the smoke from her lungs through her nose. Setting her cigarette in her ashtray, she applied her strawberry smelling lotion on the soon to be visible parts of her body. Finally when she finished with that task and her smoke, she finished dressing and putting on her smoky/glittery makeup. She got the two minute call, and nodded her head at the stage manager. Letting out a deep breath through her nose, she collected her thoughts and fluffed out her hair.
Making her way to the stage, she peered out eyes scanning over the small crowd. There were a handful of regulars, and a few others who she figured were tourist she waited until Jazzy got off stage. She gave a wink and a bright smile to her best friend, and lolled her head back as she took a hit off her own dust. It wasn't all that much, enough to calm her nerves, and make her feel as sexy as she possibly could while out on stage. Not that she didn't already have a high opinion of herself, but that was while she was off the stage.
Her stage name was called, the first few high notes of 'Cruel' by Tori Amos began as the lights went dim and she slipped out onto the stage. She paused at the center of the main stage, not the walkway that went out into the bar, at one of the poles. With her back to the pole at the first boom of bass the lights started coming back up as she slid down the pole, her butt almost touching the ground. Her hands roamed slowly over her body before going to the pole. Her back arched slightly, hips rocking upward as she pushed herself back up using the pole to steady herself.
The bass in the song was perfect for a slow and sensual strip tease. Unlike the other girls she never once dropped to all fours, and crawled around like some animal in heat. It wasn't her style, and plus her real tips came from the back rooms. As she made her way down the walkway, a smirk pulled up her lips as the cat calls came from the regulars. The top she wore over her bra was the first thing discarded, followed by the skirt and soon enough her bra. She still had about a minute of song left by the time she was down to her thong. Her fingers teased the patrons, acting as if she was going to pull them off before pulling a move on the nearest pole. When her song had ended, she didn’t pick up her tips one of the stage crew would do that and bring them back to her. She did, however, grab up her clothes as she passed them and went back to her dressing table.
Sitting down she smiled at the other girls before one of the stage hands came to her with her tips. She gave a nod of thanks, and took the money from him, slipping him a twenty that was in the stack. Counting it she hadn’t done badly for a stage show, but now she had to get ready for whatever private dances she had to give. Tossing her stage clothes into her bag, she pulled out a black satin baby doll number that tied in two places on the front and came off the shoulders. She looked up as one of the girls came into the back after she’d finished dressing, and raised a brow at the slack jawed look on the other’s face.
She waved a dismissive hand at the stage manager, grabbing her lotion from her table before she ashed her cigarette and exhaled the smoke from her lungs through her nose. Setting her cigarette in her ashtray, she applied her strawberry smelling lotion on the soon to be visible parts of her body. Finally when she finished with that task and her smoke, she finished dressing and putting on her smoky/glittery makeup. She got the two minute call, and nodded her head at the stage manager. Letting out a deep breath through her nose, she collected her thoughts and fluffed out her hair.
Making her way to the stage, she peered out eyes scanning over the small crowd. There were a handful of regulars, and a few others who she figured were tourist she waited until Jazzy got off stage. She gave a wink and a bright smile to her best friend, and lolled her head back as she took a hit off her own dust. It wasn't all that much, enough to calm her nerves, and make her feel as sexy as she possibly could while out on stage. Not that she didn't already have a high opinion of herself, but that was while she was off the stage.
Her stage name was called, the first few high notes of 'Cruel' by Tori Amos began as the lights went dim and she slipped out onto the stage. She paused at the center of the main stage, not the walkway that went out into the bar, at one of the poles. With her back to the pole at the first boom of bass the lights started coming back up as she slid down the pole, her butt almost touching the ground. Her hands roamed slowly over her body before going to the pole. Her back arched slightly, hips rocking upward as she pushed herself back up using the pole to steady herself.
The bass in the song was perfect for a slow and sensual strip tease. Unlike the other girls she never once dropped to all fours, and crawled around like some animal in heat. It wasn't her style, and plus her real tips came from the back rooms. As she made her way down the walkway, a smirk pulled up her lips as the cat calls came from the regulars. The top she wore over her bra was the first thing discarded, followed by the skirt and soon enough her bra. She still had about a minute of song left by the time she was down to her thong. Her fingers teased the patrons, acting as if she was going to pull them off before pulling a move on the nearest pole. When her song had ended, she didn’t pick up her tips one of the stage crew would do that and bring them back to her. She did, however, grab up her clothes as she passed them and went back to her dressing table.
Sitting down she smiled at the other girls before one of the stage hands came to her with her tips. She gave a nod of thanks, and took the money from him, slipping him a twenty that was in the stack. Counting it she hadn’t done badly for a stage show, but now she had to get ready for whatever private dances she had to give. Tossing her stage clothes into her bag, she pulled out a black satin baby doll number that tied in two places on the front and came off the shoulders. She looked up as one of the girls came into the back after she’d finished dressing, and raised a brow at the slack jawed look on the other’s face.