I sigh as she turns on the deep fryer. “Long story.”
“We got time, sugar.”
“What about you?” I change the subject. “What’s your story? I bet you have a good one.”
“We don’t have that much time,” she sasses.
“Try me,” I press, eager to talk about anything or anyone but Wrecker and our past.
“Well, growing up, I always felt awkward in my body. For as long as I can remember I felt like I was a girl, trapped inside a boy’s body. My parents were against it, sending me to shrink after shrink. None of it worked. One day, my parents were out to church and I decided to raid my mother’s closet. I lost track of time, and my father found me in mom’s dress. Began beating me, quoting scripture. I was only seventeen, but didn’t care, so that night once they were in bed, I took off. Slept in the streets, ate out of dumpsters. About four months later, Sophie Ann found me sleeping in the woods here, and got me cleaned up, made me spill it all.” She pauses, to grab me another beer. “She said I could work for her, but not until I was of legal age, so she kept me out in the bunker rooms with the farming crew. Once I turned eighteen, she and your daddy helped me start with my process to become a woman. I only need one more surgery to be complete,” she says as she pats her chest.
“So, your dick is gone?” I ask.
“Yup. I didn’t care that the doctor said to wait until after we started with the estrogen treatments, I wanted that gone first.”
“Wow. How old are you now?”
“Just turned twenty-two.” She gives me a smile.
“And your parents?”
She shrugs. “Haven’t seen them since the day I left, but once my body is finished, you can bet your booty, I’ll be knocking on their front door to show myself off. Of course, I’ll take a man with me, in case my father really loses it.”
I grab her hand. “I’m sorry, but hey, at least you are in a better place, being yourself now.”
“Got that right.” She gives me a wink and tosses her hair over her shoulder.
I laugh.
“Okay, so I spilled, tell me about you.”
So, I do, she listens intently, eyes widen every so often. Hell, she even sheds a tear a few times on my behalf. In the end, she’s left looking like she wants to commit murder.
“I know you don’t want to hear this, hell, I wouldn’t if I was in your shoes. But I saw that man looking at you. It’s all in the eyes honey, he loves you.”
I snort. “He has a funny way of showing it.”
“Girl, men, especially bikers, are stupid. It takes them a while to catch on, and trust me, honey, you are worth holding on to. He’ll see it himself, if he hasn’t already.”
“Thanks for talking with me, everyone else seems to steer clear of me.”
“Honey, that’s ‘cause they fear you. We’ve all heard the stories.”
I smile at her, feeling proud.
After I eat she takes me out to the main area. I see a few men following half naked women down to the bedrooms. Others are in the main seating area, many men are sitting around the stripper pole in the center of the room, watching the naked woman that is currently working it.
Shame, she’s pretty but her moves suck. I should know, I’m the headliner at the club I work at. Best stripper in the state. I’m sure if my father found out about my career choice, he would have dragged me back home by my hair.
After a few shots, there is still no sign of Wrecker, and it makes me wonder if he’s currently occupying a room with one of the whores. The thought pisses me off, considering we were gonna fuck just before the commotion started.
A song I recognize blasts through the speakers and I move quickly to the pole. “Beat it, I’m next,” I shout at the bottled blonde that is about to go up. She goes to mouth off at me, but once she realizes who I am, her eyes widen and she quickly steps away from the stage. No one dances to Porn Star Dancing, except me.
Before getting on the stage, I quickly strip down, wearing only my bra and the G-string that Tiny Tits gave me to wear.
The room goes quiet, all eyes on me as I work the pole. I wrap my legs around it and climb to the top. With my legs gripping the pole I lean back and wink at this one guy in an expensive suit. He just stares at me intently. I suck on my finger and trail it between the valley of my breasts. Flipping back upright, I do a few of my signature moves hands-free using only my legs to support me on the pole. Men are drooling, dropping money faster than I’ve ever seen before, faster than one of these whores dropping her drawers; even half the women are looking at me in awe. I quickly discard my bra as I flip upside down on the pole, my pussy lips visible, considering the G-string is a size too small for me. I didn’t care at the time because I finally had panties to wear, and now I don’t care even more. I hear people gasping so I look up and notice a few men in front of me have their cocks out, jacking themselves as fast as they can. I smirk, blowing them all kisses. None of them stand a chance with me, it’s all part of the show. I do get off on the power though.
Before I can get back to the ground to finish out my routine, I’m grabbed roughly and thrown over a shoulder.