Chapter 1 - Work
Gretta’s POV
Silver sparkly shoes that hurt my feet walked me out of the backstage door. The music hit first and then it was the conversations blurred together. Next were the whistles of boys and men that were sent my way and I took each of the five black marble steps to the white lit up platforms.
Three other girls took their positions on the platforms. Jessika, flawless blonde, had her way in a dance around her pole as Gabby was on her hands and knees, getting close to the boys, who went to her for the touch and she accepted for the cash.
Meg was trading places with me. Flawless, we all were flawless. All half-naked for the Men’s Gallery. A strip club in L.A.
So, yes. You probably guessed it already. The three girls I see are strippers for the boys and men having a good night. I, on stage, Gretta Grey, am a stripper. The youngest here at seventeen but it was good fun. A bit of cash each shift just for showing off my body and making the males’ faces light up.
Sunday night was packed, it was always packed. I passed Meg and she slapped my ass with a playful hiss. I smirked back at her and licked my lips. She laughed and headed out the back as I took the third corner of the triangular stage.
I wore denim shorts, short, short, shorts. Half my ass out and visible. I wore a leather tight top that showed a lot of cleavage. My breasts, my stomach and waist. It basically only covered my tits and then black thin rope tied it together, a little open, in the centre.
I reached my pole and immediately got to work. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the moment, moving around the golden pole. After a while, I took my work seriously and my hand took hold of the pole above me as I moved down and looked at the boys, three in front and leaning against the stage casually but watching me. I moved down onto my knees and then went to the middle one. My lips met with his and he immediately returned the kiss as I felt him put a few notes down deep in my shirt, his hand staying on my breast before I moved back and went back to the pole.
The beats of the music got louder and faster and I worked it all night. I got tips, I got kisses, I got applause and smiles. It was a good night.
I mean. I got three hundred in cash. Of course, I only got to keep twenty-five percent of it but it was ok. I still got cash to spend for more outfits and whatever else.
