Kelly stood waiting to go on stage her hair and makeup immaculate. Looking in the mirror next to her she smoothed her hand over her stomach and twisted sideways to check her costume was right. She hated working in the week and tonight was no exception. Wednesdays were the quietest and she might as well have danced in her flat for the amount of customers that came in. Fridays and Saturdays were the best nights and this week she was only working one of them. Tutting at only having one busy shift she knew she had only herself to blame, arguing with the boss wasn't a good idea.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder she looked to see one of the dancers next to her and she smiled. "Hi babes, how is it out there tonight?
"Bloody dead I actually think its worse tonight than it was last week." Ashley grimaced.
Frowning Kelly hoped it wasn't that bad but glancing out to the floor she saw that Ashley was probably right. Most of the tables were empty and the ones that had got people at them didn't seem to be doing anything. A few of the waitresses were standing at the bar chatting and the barman looked bored. Over by the door the doorman was trying to chat Kay Leigh up but from her stance she wasn't fooled at all. Kelly smiled to herself Dan should really know better Kay Leigh wasn't interested and she had told him often enough.
Behind Dan the doors opened and a group of men walked in, well things looked like they were looking up Kelly thought. Watching them sign in she hoped they were big spenders she could do with some good tips. It looked like they had money from the clothes they were wearing but then looks could be deceptive.
Kay Leigh dragged herself away from Dan to show the group to a table in front of the stage. Now they were closer she could see that there were about ten of them. One seemed to be a lot quieter than the others. On the edge of the group he sat looking round as though he had never been to a club like this one before. His dark skin and slight build made him stand out from the rest of them but also his intensity. When he looked at the stage he studied it, when he watched Kay Leigh move to the bar his eyes followed her. The expression on his face was that of a child at Christmas wonder and excitement playing across his face.
Letting them settle down Kelly wandered out on to the stage listening to the beat of the music. Her long legs went on forever in her black heels and she strutted over to the pole. With practiced grace she gripped it and swung herself around. As the lights glared she began to dance capturing the attention of the men in front. Limbs flowing she turned and swayed making love to the pole in her hand grinding against it as the music flowed over her. Climbing up she gripped the pole with her thighs throwing herself into her routine then with ease her body whirled and extended encapsulating the men in her sights. Kelly loved the music and she let herself get taken by the beat that throbbed in her head. As the music swept her up she moulded to the pole in her hand before almost seeming to melt onto the floor. Lying on her back she closed her eyes letting the world go away.
Naveed sat and watched the woman on stage. His eyes were riveted to her long limbs and flowing hair. Unable to take his eyes from her he could feel himself getting aroused. Sitting back in his seat he tried to hide his growing erection within his trousers as he listened to his friends making crude comments. As the music ended he wondered if she was going to continue to dance but when she walked into the shadow he realised that she wasn't. Sipping his beer he wished he was as confident as his friends but he felt awkward when he listened to their banter. Crudity had never been his style, although in the bedroom it was different. His erection grew harder as he thought of the blonde in his bed talking dirty to him. The idea that she wanted him to fuck her turned him on and to be told this turned him on even more. His thoughts wandering he did not realise he was being spoken to until he was nudged causing him to spill his drink. Annoyed he glared at the person responsible.
"Watch what your doing." He said.
From backstage Kelly watched as Kay Leigh knocked the table the quiet guys drink was on. Her eyes flashed as she saw him speak sharply to her.
Didn't he realise it was an accident she thought, how rude of him to have a go at Kay Leigh. About to step out she saw Dan wander over and decided to stay where she was. The doorman although not that tall appeared to tower over the guy sitting down. After a few minutes everything calmed down but for some reason it still grated that he had been rude to her friend. Needing to get away from it she made her way to the room the girls all shared to get changed. Cluttered with clothes, shoes and costumes Kelly pushed her way through to the corner where her rail was. Although her turn on the stage was over it was nearly time for her to mingle with the customers. Normally she enjoyed this bit; she loved the time she spent away from the stage as much as she liked her time on it. Some of the customers paid well to see her dance and even though there was a no touching policy she had on occasion felt a stray hand stroke her skin. Flirting outrageously she had always managed to prevent it happening to often. Modesty wasn't one of her strong points, doing the job she did she knew she had to look good otherwise she would not get the money she did. Her long white blonde hair was courtesy of Mother Nature and not a bottle like a few of the girls. In fact her entire body was a mixture of hard work in the gym and fabulous genetics. Stripping out of her stage costume she rifled through the rail trying to find on outfit that suited her mood pissed off and fed up. Selecting what she wanted she walked over to her mirror and dumped it over the back of the chair. Sitting down she picked up her brush and started to get ready.
Fifteen minutes later Kelly studied her reflection and nodded to herself. Dam she looked good, she thought. Her long hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail tied at the nape of her neck. Her curvaceous figure was hidden beneath a figure hugging jacket and tiny skirt. Slowly turning she noted the seams on her stockings were pencil straight and the lacy tops were held fast with the black straps of a belt. The black contrasted nicely with her creamy skin and showing her ass to the mirror she smiled as she saw the skirt barely covered the curve of her bottom. As she rotated she smoothed invisible creases from the jacket tugging it down so that a hint of ample cleavage showed. The silver buttons gleamed brightly in the lights and matched the necklace dangling invitingly around her neck. Slipping her feet into dangerously high heels she picked up the peaked cap and glasses that finished the costume off and smiled broadly in the mirror.
In the club Naveed was disappointed. The blonde beauty had not come back and he was sorely tempted to go home. His friends were getting rowdier and he was just not in the mood for there idiotic antics. Each of the dancers that had been on had been subjected to crude teenage style comments, although not loud enough for them to hear, it was enough for him to wish he had not come with them. Ordinarily he would not have come here but now that he had he would come again. It was quiet enough for him to enjoy it and the entertainment certainly beat midweek telly.
Getting up he wandered over to the bar leaning against it after he had asked for another drink. Sipping it from the bottle he ignored the glass placed next to it and stood watching the girl on stage. Although pretty her looks were not as striking as the blonde. Instead her short black hair was cut into a bob that hugged her head like a cap and her petite figure was almost boyish, Naveed liked his women taller and curvier but he loved the way her body moved to the music. Licking his lips he could imagine both of these women in his bed, their bodies draped languidly against the pillows. Letting his gaze wander around he noticed his friends had gone and he breathed a sigh of relief. Male bonding had never been one of his favourite activities preferring his own company. The inane stupidity of a group of drunken men had always irritated him and he could not believe he had agreed to go out with them tonight. Boredom was obviously a powerful thing, he thought to himself. Well I'm not bored now.
Finishing his drink he ordered another. As he drank he realised that a few of the customers were having their own private dances and he wondered if could get the blonde to do one for him. Catching the barman's attention he called him over.
"Do the girls do private dances?"
"Sure they do but it costs." He replied.
