“She clearly didn’t get spanked enough to avoid the pole.” I chuckled and took a drag off my cigarette.
“I’d spank her.” The old man next to me chuckled.
“I’d do a lot more than that.” I pulled some money out of my pocket and held up a dollar bill.
I wasn’t used to seeing someone as beautiful as her on the stage at Carson’s. She belonged somewhere with a lot more class—somewhere I would never even consider going because the only thing they offered was a tease. She was definitely young and I understood why Mr. Carson was charging double to take her behind the curtains. Her breasts were firm and perfect. Her ass was a perfect heart, pushing against her panties as she moved. I waved the dollar until she got close and made eye contact as I handed it to her. She gave me a slight smile as she took it and immediately retreated back to the pole.
“This girl isn’t a stripper.” I shook my head and took another drag off my cigarette. “She has no idea what she’s doing.”
“She’s new. Everybody has to start somewhere.” The old man finished his drink and immediately asked for another one.
Carson’s is where strippers go to die, not to get their start.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl in front of me. She removed her bra and her breasts were every bit of perfection that I imagined. She twirled around the pole. Even if her moves weren’t the best I had ever seen, nobody seemed to mind, and that included me. She was so hot that she could have just stood still in the middle of the stage and had money thrown at her. She collected what was offered and then started sliding her panties down. Her hips swayed and she teased the audience for a few seconds before finally letting them fall. I wanted her. I didn’t care how much Mr. Carson was charging.
“This is going to be a very expensive night for me.” I finished my beer and stood up.
“Have fun.” The old man kept his eyes on the stage and sipped his drink.
I watched as a few people walked up to the lap dance booth. They all wanted what I wanted, but as soon as they heard the price, they returned to the stage. Unfortunately, the man in front of me didn’t seem to mind. He immediately handed over the money and walked behind one of the curtains. I wasn’t going to be first, but that didn’t deter me. I could get another drink and wait until she was finished with her first customer. I walked past her curtain and paused when I heard her voice.
“No, I’m not doing that!” She had a southern accent that was smooth, but noticeable.
“Bitch, I paid double for this. You’re going to at least lick it.” The man’s voice sounded agitated.
“You paid for a lap dance. That’s all you’re getting, so put—” I heard a thud and it sounded like her words had been stopped mid-sentence.
“Hey!” I jerked the curtain open and saw her down on her knees, with his hand around the back of her head, trying to force her mouth towards his cock.
“Get the fuck out of here!” He jerked the curtain closed, but the temporary distraction allowed her to break free from his grasp.
All hell broke loose after that. One of the bouncers rushed over and pulled him out of the booth. Scarlett, or whatever her name was, disappeared through the other side of the curtain. The man was dragged through the club with his dick still hanging out of his pants. The last image I saw of him was being thrown out into the parking lot, but when the bouncer didn’t immediately return, I assumed he was getting his ass kicked. Mr. Carson was sleazy, but he didn’t like people touching his girls unless they wanted it.
“Thank you.” I heard a voice behind me and turned to see Mr. Carson. “She’s new and didn’t wait on her escort.”
“Yeah, you might want to give her a few more nights on the stage before you let her go behind the curtain with people.” I sighed and shook my head.
“She’ll learn. They all do.” He put his on my shoulder. “Your drinks, and anything else you want tonight, is on the house.”
Chapter 3: Johanna
As soon as I was out of the booth, I ran to the dressing room and closed the door. The reality of my job and what could have happened ran through my head. I broke down in tears and started sobbing as I removed the makeup from my face. The other girls that were in the dressing room quickly left once they saw me crying. Several minutes went by before someone else came. It was the girl that Mr. Carson had let me observe for a couple of days before he sent me out on the stage on my own. Her stripper name was Vixen, but her real name was Melinda.
/> “I heard what happened.” She sat down on the chair beside me and put her arm around my shoulder. “We talked about this. You don’t go to the booth without Roger.”
“I didn’t see him and someone was already in the booth. I didn’t want to keep them waiting.” I picked up a napkin and wiped away some of my tears.
“They’ll wait. You don’t go anywhere without Roger. You stick to him like glue, you hear me?” She sighed and shook her head.
“Is Mr. Carson mad?” I looked at her via the reflection in the mirror.
“Well...” She winced and bit down on her lip. “He isn’t happy. Luckily, Cody was there.”
“Cody? Is that the guy that pulled the curtain open?” I turned my head towards her.
“Yeah.” She nodded and smiled. “He comes around here from time to time. I don’t know why. Most of the girls would pay him to go behind the curtain with them.”
“I should probably thank him.” I sighed and looked at the mess I had made trying to remove my makeup.