I. Naked
A beautiful, twenty-three year old with porcelain skin, light grey eyes, and scarlet red hair walks down the street as she heads to Atlanta's hottest strip club, Leather & Lace. She is not going there to watch the exotic dancers gyrate their hips and strap their legs around a stripper pole. She is going to audition to become a stripper herself to support her dying mother to pay her medical bills.
"Chastity Grier?" a man called, holding a clipboard in his hands.
Chastity flips her scarlet red hair and picks up her small backpack and follows the gentleman as he escorts her to a small room. Nervously, Chastity sits down on the ottoman and crosses her long legs.
"Don't be nervous, after all, you're in a strip club, am I right?" The man asked, laughing.
"I'm also nervous in an interview, Mr." Chastity said, fanning herself with the magazine that she picked up as she was waiting.
"Mr. Bellows, Ms. Grier."
"Right. Mr. Bellows."
"You are a beautiful young lady, what would bring you here for an interview, Ms. Grier?"
Not knowing what to say, Chastity Grier stammered to come up with how to tell her potential employer that she had to make ten thousand dollars to get her terminally ill mother chemotherapy treatments.
"Let me guess, you have daddy issues and all your life you always had things your way because of your looks, am I right?"
"No, sir."
"Your boyfriend always thought that you would become a stripper and he convinced you to do it?"
"My mother is dying of cancer and I need to come up with ten thousand dollars in order for her to get chemotherapy treatments." She responded.
Mr. Bellows stopped in his tracks and did not know what to say next.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." She replied. "She's a fighter and I know she will beat this."
"You've got the job. I would normally ask you a few questions and have you do a couple of things but you're a special case."
Chastity did not to be pitied for having a terminally ill mother and have things just handed to her. If she was going to treated differently because of that, she would rather be treated like everyone else.
"I don't need pity and I don't need to be treated differently. I would like you to treat me the same as everyone else, with all due respect, Mr. Bellows."
"Nontaken. I like your moxie. In fact, are you sure that you would like me to interview you like I would anyone else?"
Chastity wasn't sure what Mr. Bellows was asking of her but she realized that this was her only shot to make some fast easy money to give her mother the care she desperately deserved.
"Yes, sir." Chastity responded.
"Strip down for me, leaving you only in your bra and panties."
It was such a bold ask but Chastity did it anyway.
Chastity pulled her t-shirt over her head and unbuttoned her mini skirt and allowed it to fall on the floor, exposing her white lace bra and lace thong set and her thigh high black roses tattoo.
She pushed her scarlet red hair back and flipped her hair and looked directly at Mr. Bellows.
"Very nice figure. Pretty face. Gorgeous eyes."
Chastity felt a little uneasy standing scantily clad in front of her potential employer like a porn star in a casting couch.
"Relax, Ms. Grier. I'm not going to hurt you. This is how I interviewed the rest of the girls."
Mr. Bellows turned on some sultry music and requested her to dance for him. The song, "Dance For You" by Beyoncé played from his iPhone 20+ as he watched her.
"Dance for me, Ms. Grier. Show me what you got. Pretend you are on stage."
Chastity took a deep breath and managed to give a sensual dance in order to impress Mr. Bellows.
Her red pumps clicked onto the marble flooring as she moved while she unhooked her white lace bra. Stroking her breasts as the beads of sweat delicately trailed her back.
Chastity wasn't the best dancer but she knew how to be enticing and sexy.
She walked forward and crawled onto Mr. Bellows' desk and gave him a strip tease by flipping her gorgeous red hair back while arching her back and slipping her lace thong off, as they hung from her ankles.
Mr. Bellows turned off his music and applauded Chastity.
"Well done, Ms. Grier. You are hired." Mr. Bellows said.
"Thank you, sir."
Chastity Grier was the newest stripper at Leather & Lace.
She put on her thong, mini skirt, and white t-shirt and walked out of the office with her head held high.
When Chastity made it home, she was anxious to tell her terminally ill mother about the news. She wanted to keep it a secret that she was the newest stripper in the hottest strip club in Atlanta but needed to come up with a lie to tell her what her true profession was.
"Mama, I got the job today." Chastity explained.
Chastity's mother, Christine, was lying in her bed with her eyes closed.
"Mama?" Chastity panicked, touching her mother's face.
Christine's eyes opened and wandered to find Chastity's.
"What did you say?" She asked.
"I got the job today, Mama."
"That's great, honey. What are you going to be doing at your new job?"
"Teaching dance classes at a local gym."
That was far from the truth but Chastity would rather spare her mother the details than tell her the truth that she performed a dance sequence, naked.
