A Nun Walks into a Strip Club/ Graduation
Freezing in her car late at night, Tara knew she needed to get home ahead of a busy tomorrow. She was not wearing her coat. A red light has stopped her she is sitting at an empty intersection. The Sky Chicken is straining in the cold, unable to generate enough heat. Tara's breath is fogging up the windshield. A Neon sign, emanating from a building on the right side of the street, is making it brighter than daylight inside the car.
The traffic light flashes green without Tara even noticing. As the light signals red again, Tara continues not to notice. Finally green, Tara snaps out of it and makes a turn into the parking lot of The Silver Mirage. Hesitating for a moment, standing outside in the parking lot, shivering in the cold. Tara grabs the cold metal handle and pushes the door open.
It is dark inside the club, with constant flashing spotlights and loud un-discernible music. Its stench is a mix of cigarettes, alcohol, stale carpet, and freshly cut lumber. She holds in a sneeze. Tara can't make out anything, as her eyes adjust to the dark. She walks up to a counter which is covered with a combination of nude Polaroids, posters, and pictures from nude magazines.
"No cover for females," Says the man behind the counter, smoking a cigarette.
"Oh, I'm just looking around. Thanks," Tara stammers. In the club's main room, Tara notes men sitting all over the place nursing either beers or possibly whiskey.
To Tara, the atmosphere was nothing like the sanitized images she had in her head of what a 'strip club' would look like. A large mural-sized pastel velvet painting of a nude woman eating a banana adorns the hallway. At the center of the club is an elevated stage, framed with a thick velour curtain. At the end of the stage stands three brass poles with spotlights spinning in no particular pattern.
Tara watches as a nude dancer, with long blond hair and particularly large breasts on stage. She is twisting and swaying with the music, lost in the rhythm. She shakes her breasts and ass, as a guy gets up and meets her at the edge of the stage. As he places a dollar bill between her breasts she winks and blows him a kiss.
A voice behind Tara snaps her from her reverie, "You look lost, sweetheart. First time?" Standing behind Tara is a short stocky waitress who is wearing a wife beater T-shirt, that exposes a bit too much cleavage, a plaid short schoolgirl skirt, and thigh-high stockings.
"Oh yes hello. I'm just checking it out," Tara trying to smile and act casual at the same time.
The schoolgirl-clad waitress continues, "Why are you so made up?" The waitress's eyes begin to scan Tara up and down. "We don't get many girls with a full face of makeup and in sweatpants. Just asking," She says.
Tara says, "Oh, I was just coming home from shooting pictures with a friend." Tara realizing she was still wearing a full face of makeup after the photo shoot with Taylor.
Holding out a chair the waitress says, "OK....would you like a drink?"
"I--I don't drink," Tara taking a seat at the side of the stage.
"Well if you change your mind," The waitress finishes.
Tara begins to watch the entertainment. Listening to the loud distorted music, Tara watches how the dancer controls the room's attention. As the last song in her set finishes, she picks up her discarded clothing as well as several dollar bills off the stage floor, and exits.
The next performer comes out, she has short dark hair. This dancer is wearing a sheer bra and a ballet TuTu with point shoes. She is dancing to Knights White Satin, by the Moody Blues as she performs. Dancing Ballet the whole time en pointe, as she spins Tara notices she has no panties on. She quickly removes her bra. Her small and perky tits become exposed, as Tara notices a small floral patterns tattooed on the small of her back. Her nude ballet mixed with the lighting and the music seems to control the entire building. She mesmerizes her audience while she spins her toned body. She holds up a leg straight up in the air, showing a clear view of her pussy as she spins on one leg.
While spinning, the dancer notices Tara. The nun is hard to miss in sweats, with a face full of makeup, sitting at the side of the stage. Their eyes meet. Tara smiles and nods.
It is not the nudity or the sensuality that captivates her--it is the power the dancers, have over everyone while performing. As a nun, Tara had been taught to shrink and defer, to stand in the background, this was something different. The dancers are unapologetically themselves.
As the Ballet stripper finishes, she squats at the side of the stage, close to Tara. She states, "Nice makeup job. Do you dance?"
"Thank you, no, I'm no dancer," Tara finds the question funny. "Just checking things out."
The Ballet dancer, putting her bra back on, sits in the empty chair next to Tara. Extending a hand, "Hi, I'm Emily. What brings a nice girl like you into a place like this on such a cold night?"
Tara is in shock that the stripper is sitting at her table. "Not sure, I drove by and had to come in. My name is Tara," Reaching across the table to shake.
