”What would daddy think of you now?” she thought idly, and her grin turned wicked as she continued to dance. ”Your little girls a stripper. And, gasp, a whoooore.” She nearly laughed as she moved back to the pole, hanging upside down from her ankles and running a hand over her bare chest. She liked this particular move. She liked the way her chest tattoo looked under the lights at center stage and gravity made her tits look fucking awesome. By the time she was working her tight leather shorts down over her hips, she had the audience eating out of the palm of her hand and she loved it. This was the most difficult part of the show. Once she kicked aside the tiny leather shorts, she was completely naked, but the trick was to not let the audience really see the money shot. What would they pay her for later if they could see it all out front for free? She rolled her hips, slid up and down the pole in slow, seductive moves, but always with her knees pressed firmly together. As the music reached its climax, she hooked one knee around the pole and threw her head back, arching her back as far back as it would go just as the lights went out. She made her escape backstage in the darkness amidst the usual riot of applause, a smile plastered on her face. God she loved her life.
Back stage, one of the girls slipped her a note.
“What’s this?” She squinted down at the little folded piece of paper. Usually if a client showed interest in her, they’d just ask Eli or Ginny and then meet her in her room. This was unusual. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” she barked, but the girl just shrugged her shoulders and walked off. Ricky wasn’t exactly popular, so she wasn’t entirely surprised. She opened the note. Inside it merely had a table number and a V. Great. New vamp client. Hopefully he’d be a lot less tedious than her current one. Or she, though she didn’t get many requests from women. Sighing, Ricky pulled on her “public” wear. It was still skimpy, considering she was going to be walking the “Sales Floor” as it were, but she felt more comfortable in it, and it was a hell of a lot less binding.
The room was dark as one of the girls was just finishing her set as Ricky made her way across the crowded room. She was still riding high on a wave of euphoria that always accompanied a good performance and a smirk she couldn’t seem to repress curved across her lips. She felt good, and she was about to introduce herself to some fresh meat. If only every night could feel like this. In the pitch blackness between sets, she slid into the seat next to her mystery client, a man, as she’d suspected, acting for all the world as if she’d only just vacated the seat moments ago.
“So handsome,” she said in a soft purr, “what’s your poison?” She didn’t reach out to touch him as she might have with a normal client. It was never wise to make the first move with a vamp, so she sat primly where she was, shooting him her most winning smile.