"It's gorgeous, but $200 is just way too much." Tara kept looking at the screen, and the glass dildo on the site. There were cheaper ones, sure but this was art, sexy art. She closed her eyes and could just imagine holding it, the cool slick surface in her hands, then slipping inside of her. With a sigh and a shiver she closed the site and headed out to the club.
The money was good, and being a stripper was empowering in a way. Men paying her to dance and take off her clothes, two things she liked doing anyway. Plus the bouncers always took good care to make her feel safe, all the girls really. Not the greatest hours in the world, especially on Christmas Eve. As she drove, she thought back to being a little girl and waiting up all night to try to hear Santa on the roof. Here she was, up all night again and still secretly wishing Santa would come visit somehow. The red elf hat with white fur trim and matching bra and panties costume for tonight's set was the last little bit of that childish streak in her.
From the moment Clive ushered her in the back entrance to her first break that night, there was electricity in the air. Tara could feel it, just underneath the music, in the way people were responding. The tips were just that slight bit better, nothing grandiose or outrageous but a nice bump. That and the stream of people in Santa suits, reindeer horns, jingle bells all made for a rather festive atmosphere.
"All in all not a bad night" she thought to herself, waiting backstage and sipping her soda. A quick glance at the clock and she saw it was after 2:00. Not long until time to close up and go home. She was due up next, and was just touching up her make up and adjusting her costume one more time when she felt a shiver. Not from the cold but from a tingle, like something changed but no idea what it was. Looking around she assured herself it was nothing and got ready to take the stage.
Madonna's funk "Santa Baby" blared from the sound system and she entered with the sassy flare she knew grabbed everyone's attention. Sashaying quickly to the pole she scanned the crowd and as she spun around, she saw him, just a flicker in the back. That same tingle on her neck as the dark figure registered then disappeared from view. As she pulled the top off and flung it to the back of the stage, she saw him, closer now, near the stage. He was a tall man, dark hair with gray at the temples, similar salt and pepper in his moustache and goatee. The black leather jacket made him look more shadowy than real, but the backpack he had with him really was odd. The security guys never let a customer in with something like that. How in the hell did he get it in here?
Just as the song was finishing he held up three $100 bills, the corner displaying the denomination, and once she made eye contact, he tilted his head to the VIP rooms in the corner. Tara gathered up her things and hurried off as the next girl was preparing to come out, and she moved quickly to catch the man headed for the private rooms. Tom at the entrance to the hallway that lead to the rooms held up 3 fingers to tell her what room he was in, and she paused just enough to make him wait that little bit more before slowly sauntering in.
"Hey there, stranger. Merry Christmas." She trailed her finger along his shoulder as she moved past and to the smaller stage of the room. "Got any song in particular you like?"
He took a quick drink of the whisky he was holding and sighed "Yeah, gimme some "Santa Baby" but the old version, the real Marilyn Monroe style." He poured another shot and tipped the bottle to offer her some. With a slight shake of her head she declined, and the refusal helped shake her hair out more, letting her get into a softer mood to go with the song.
"So what's your name?" Tara purred the words as she rolled her shoulders with the rhythm.
"Travieso" He rolled his r and held the s a little, just enough for the accent to be indistinguishable.
