Some of this story is true, but most of not. Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.
Samara O'Shea was sitting at the vanity backstage at the club she danced at, she was lost in thought, over the last four and a half years of her life. The bad relationship with Kyle and the horrible breakup that followed. All the pain Kyle's betrayal had inflicted on her and her parents. How her parents had insisted she take steps to protect herself and the advice and support they offered her. Always standing by her side.
Two years after the Kyle shitstorm, The Powers That Be, were not done with the shitstorms. Samara had another tragic event. Her parents Frank and Kay O'Shea had died in a tragic accident while on vacation. She was never told all the details of their death and their remains were returned to her in two small boxes of cremated ashes. In Samara's opinion, her parents would have been pleased that they died together, believing they were true soulmates. Growing up being raised by people who truly loved, respected, and supported each other was amazing. Samara felt cheated by their deaths, of the things she would never be able to share with them. Samara wiped the tears away. She needed to get her mind out of the past.
Samara checked her make-up and wondered if Kay ever regretted signing her up for dance classes when she was three years old. When Samara was five, she saw a lady on tv dancing in a cage, and she told her mom that's what she wanted to be when she was grown up. Her Mother smiled, gave her a big hug, and told her she could be whatever she wanted to be.
Samara loved dance; she was good at it. When she turned twenty-one, she told her parents she was going to go bikini dancing in a club, and without missing a beat her parents supported her decisions. Thinking about that made her smile. She didn't mind being a stripper, the money was good the hours short, but she knew she couldn't do this forever. At twenty-eight she still had time. She smiled thinking about the stereotype of strippers and how far off the mark those stereotypes were. Ninety-nine percent of the woman she dance with were good woman, they were a mixture of single moms, wives, college students, or women just trying to make a quick buck. Samara was a college student, studying holistic alternative medicine.
After the way things ended with Kyle Samara had decided to date until she was done with school and no longer stripping. Four and a half years and she had not had a man between her legs. Thinking about sex made her pussy twitch. Being a stripper made relationships with men difficult, at least that had been her experience. She had no issue with casual sex, but her last relationship had cost her too much, and Samara had no problem getting herself off so finding a man was not a priority.
As Samara continued to get ready for her stage set, she was checking herself in the mirror: five foot two inches (but with four-inch heels five foot six inches) with natural 36C chest, a nice round ass, and small waist, weighting in at 105 pounds. Dark wavey auburn hair green almond shaped eyes, luscious red lips, and defined cheek bones. Her skin was the color of peaches and cream. Samara didn't think she was unattractive, but she didn't realize what a beauty she really was.
The club Samara worked at was not your typical strip club, The Pink Kitty only hired natural beauties, who had talent and not just shake their tits and ass. The ladies at The Pink Kitty put on a show that you could bring your wife or girlfriend to see. She heard the DJ call her stage name as her music began, on stage she went, shoulders back tits out and a smile on her face. Samara enjoyed being on stage and loved the attention but once off stage the exact opposite.
It was Friday night, the place was packed, and her regulars were front and center around the stage. Samara waved and smiled at the crowd as she seductively rolled her hips and did her spins and splits, collecting her tips as she went. She gracefully teased by flashing her tit and then would bend over wiggling her ass. When her two songs were done, she was naked with a sheen of sweat covering her body. As always, she said "Thank you" as she collected her money to the sounds of cat-calling whistles and applause. She was hot, and sweaty, and still had to do that about three more times that night. The club she worked at preferred to keep their dancers on stage, so the ladies didn't have to hustle tables or lap dances, which suited Samara just fine. It allowed her to study between her stage time.
One of the dancers, Amber, came bouncing up to Samara, and excitedly said "Sam, we are all going to the city tonight, to 3 Levels and then The After Club to dance and have fun. If we hurry, we can get there before they quit serving drinks. We have all decided you are going with us, and we won't take no for an answer! You never go out with us anymore. We will pick out your outfit because you can't wear your loose jeans and tank top."
Now, normally Samara would put her foot down and tell them not tonight, but, she had the next 3 days off and was caught up with all her studies, she thought Why not- and responded, "I think that's a great idea, and thanks for thinking of me, but you are not dressing me up like a stripper, I can pick out my own club wear."
Amber shouted, "Sam is getting her groove on." Tara, the lead dancer at the club smiled at her. Tara was always trying to befriend Samara, which made her nervous. Tara was the Queen of the club's lead dancer. They finish off their night's work and with their hair and makeup already done, they just need to put on some clothes and head on out. Six out of the twelve women working that night were on their way to the city. They were going to blow off some steam and dance for fun, instead of money. Some of them planned to flirt some planned to fuck, Samara just wanted to lose herself in the music....
After finding parking, they headed to the club. A three-story warehouse building covered the whole block. On the outside, it looks like an old factory warehouse with blacked-out windows. It didn't look anything like a trendy dance club. In a club this size the ladies knew they would lose track of each other, so they had a quick group meeting before going and agreed that when this club closed, they would meet at The After Club, which opened when this one closed. ID's in hand they headed towards the door. Once inside Samara couldn't get over how huge the place was. There were couches, tables and chairs surrounding a huge dance floor. The sound system was high-end with massive stacks of speakers placed through the level. The Bar was the longest bar she had ever seen it covered two walls making an L shape. Hanging from a ceiling were cages that had both male and female dancers inside them.
Samara felt Amber and Jasmine each grabbed onto her hand dragging her up to the bar. They ordered shots and bottled water, once shots were consumed, they headed onto the first-floor dance floor.
They had been dancing for about 15 minutes when Jasmine disappeared. Samara wasn't worried and continued shaking her ass. As Samara danced, she watched the people around her, always picking up the vibes of others. She was an empath/healer at heart and had to be careful not to absorb the emotional energy of others. She smiled when she saw Amber and realized Jasmine was back as well. They were half-sisters but had very different looks, Amber was petite, with wavy honey blond hair, and delicate features except for her intense dark blue eyes. She had eyes that most men and a few ladies became lost in. Amber had perky boobs and a small, yet rounded ass, with toned arms and legs. Her sister, Jasmine, had raven black hair that fell in long waves down her back. She had green eyes, high cheek bones and dark red lips. She was curvy and soft in all the right places.
Both of them wearing dresses. Ambers dress was a short little black dress with thin straps. Jasmines dress was a shimmering silver below-the- knee length number, with a front side slit that went a little passed mid-thigh, very sexy. If Samara ever wanted to have a bisexual experience these women would be happy to accommodate her. Samara was dressed in a knee-length satin black skirt, with mid-thigh side slits on each side, paired with a hot pink iridescent halter top and her black go-go boots. Jasmine wiggled up to her and presented her with a hit of "E." Samara grinned, opened her mouth, and Jasmine dropped it into her mouth. Samara swallowed and smiled at her with a wicked grin. They all went back to dancing. While dancing and watching the crowd, she felt like someone watching her. She scanned the crowd but didn't see anyone until she looked up and saw an outline of a man standing on a balcony that overlooked the dance floor. It was obvious he was checking her out. Samara was distracted when she began to feel the beginning effects of the "E" the watcher forgotten.
It was a good "E" pharma grade. She danced and watched everything around her feeling the positive energy all around her, to herself she thought, 'I love this. The music, the dancing, the energy...I'm so glad I decided to go out!"
Jasmine and Amber appeared again, grabbed Samara's hand, and pulled her away from the dance floor. Samara asked, "Where are we going?"
Jasmine responded, "Second floor." Samara looked at Jasmine and nodded her head. At that same moment, something hard smashed into to her, and because of the "E" she had taken, she felt like she was floating, instead of falling. Before her ass hit the floor, two big, strong arms, wrapped around her, stopping her descent, pulled her up, and planted her back on her feet. The tingles shooting into her body from this man's touch shook her down to her core. Samara thought, must be the drugs. As Samara looked up, she found herself staring into the most vivid green eyes she had ever seen. As the strangers face came into focus, it was all she could focus on. He had a 'panty dropping' smile, son of the Greek Gods' hard body with a chiseled face. He was beautiful. Samara blushed and said, "Sorry for smashing into you,"
He said, "No worries are you okay?"
