I felt the same nervousness backstage at Sideshow as I did when I was a child before a performance. Back then, I was with my ballet company in ballet costumes. Some of the bodices were beautifully crafted with embroidery and embellished with crystals. When paired with a classical tutu with its layers of stiff tulle making it jut out from the hip to showcase our legs, it was a celebration of the female form, all socially acceptable. My present performance however is more risqué and my costume designed to draw attention for a different reason. The artistic storytelling through the human body in ballet was replaced with the much more carnal performance of the strip tease, my old dance company replaced by a stripper named Ruby.
When I first came to Sideshow, I was brought by Nicole, the woman I was blackmailed into dating. Timid and socially awkward, I was uncomfortable being in a place where women exposed their bodies for money. The fact that I was heterosexual and forced into a lesbian lifestyle only added to my nervousness.
It was then that I first met April, aka Ruby, and while we were not identical, she could easily pass as my older sister. Nicole and April saw it too, and when April visited our table she revealed she was a lesbian with an incest fetish, a fact Nicole exploited. Now everyone believed we were sisters and at Nicole's direction secretly intimate. What I didn't know was Nicole pushed this fantasy further and April was also having a sexual relationship with her and an affair with my mother, while pretending to be me.
However, Nicole had much grander plans than watching women strip in a room full of men, with midweek being slow the club was normally closed. Together with April, she convinced the owners they could make money and publicity by having a ladies only theme every Wednesday. April even got a few of the other strippers to agree to work the evening. But, Nicole's true purpose was to have me strip for women without males present. Since April had been training me in the art of erotic dancing, I was easily hired under the stage name Ariel. Making it my first real job.
As the DJ announced Ruby (April) and Ariel (myself) the butterflies lifted. Too ashamed to be dancing, I hid behind the character created for my performances, I was Ariel the lesbian stripper. A woman who felt none of the shame and embarrassment Alice would feel displaying her body to a group of horny women for money.
Like we rehearsed, April and I began our show to the applause of the audience. Once a night where the club would see few male customers, Nicole's ideas went a long way to make ladies night a success. For the first few weeks Nicole made sure her biker friends as well as a number of our former classmates attended making me the star attraction.
Not wanting it to be like the seedy atmosphere for the males, Nicole argued ladies' night needed a dress code equal to an exclusive nightclub. The female clientele's zeal made for a more 'gentlemen's' club atmosphere than a strip joint. The butch customers wore men's suits, while the fem clients went for a more elegant look. The waitress staff even joined in, wearing white shirts with bow ties and classic fitted black tuxedo jackets. A pair of black hot pants over black pantyhose and black high heels completed the sexy formal look.
Nicole even came up with the idea that the customers and servers should also wear masks, adding to the feeling of mystery and excitement. She was even able to get one of the local news stations to send a female reporter to cover the club under the guise of a 'local interest' story. The lovely reporter never returned, but her camerawoman is now a regular. Attendance swelled after that, almost matching the club's Friday and Saturday nights. Filling the club with women all looking to indulge in a little taboo behavior.
As the song progressed, April and I slowly shed our clothes until we were down to our panties and shoes. As the next song sped up the tempo, we began to work the poles. Normally strippers wear as little as allowed on stage, most often g-strings, as males only want to see a woman's body. However, I'm not a normal stripper, I'm a woman stripping for women, hence my performance is more art than raw sex and my outfits chosen to arouse just as much as my naked body. Given the physical performances, I wear control briefs. Looking like conservative bikini bottoms, they are tightly fitted and remain in place no matter how aggressively I move, helping greatly when grasping the stripper pole with my thighs. But this was all a happy accident, as their original purpose was to cover my eye-catching tattoos, conveniently designed to be covered by just such a garment.
As we danced, a number of the female patrons left the security of their tables to take up positions along the stage. These were my true fans, the women who lusted after my body and wanted a closeup and intimate experience, all dressed as if I was still performing ballet, respectable and regal. That was one of the key differences between ladies night and all the times Nicole brought me to the club. Where the men had to conform to a certain code of conduct, no touching, the women took more liberties. Free of societal constraints, they seemed to release all their pent-up carnal desires in a safe male free environment.
Completing our theatrical performance, we started to move along the stage in what I call the meet and greet. Crawling along at eye level we moved down the line, engaging with each woman soliciting tips. We took the ones holding small bills with a polite thank-you. But those with larger denominations were allowed to bequeath their tip by placing it in our panties.
Moving down the line, I passed a number of anonymous masked faces and recognized a few of my former classmates before encountering one of my regulars. In her late 30s she was dressed for the office, the jacket from her business suit left at her table, wearing a fitted red silk blouse, the top several buttons opened offering a glimpse of her black and red lace bra. Her short dark hair was done in the classic mom bob, the upper part of her face covered in a mask made of black crystals, emphasizing her sultry eyes and her bright red painted lips. I didn't want to admit it, but my body responded to her lustful gaze. From the tidbits I gathered, she was married and tells her husband she and some of her female co-workers go out for drinks after work. She just leaves out the fact that those drinks are at a strip club.
"Hello, my sweet princess," smiled my mystery woman.
"Hello Ms," I purred as I knelt before my benefactor, legs spread wide, giving her full access to my body. But her eyes remained focused on my breasts as I tried to picture her in casual clothes without the mask. Would I recognize her if we passed on the street? Would her smile and eyes be enough to give her identity away?
"Did you enjoy the show?"
"I always enjoy your shows," replied the lady before kissing a twenty dollar bill, leaving a red lipstick imprint on the currency. With a naughty smirk, she then reached out her hand, her bright red nails caressing my thigh as they moved up my leg before pushing the money under the waistband of my panties pressing the bill against my crotch. "Be sure to stop by my table later," requested the woman before I moved on to the next client.
As our set ended, so did my performance as Ariel. Flustered and ashamed, I collected my discarded costume and quickly exited. Practically naked, I moved to the dressing room, my panties overflowing with more than two dozen bills creating a crunching sound as I walked, reminding me of the lewd act I just committed for money.
That was where Maria was waiting for me, an olive skinned stripper going by the stage name La Cuero Rosa. When I first started attending Sideshow, Nicole hired Maria for a private dance. But when we reached the private room, Maria took a seat and made me strip and orally pleasure her. Ever since she had a predatory relationship with April and me. So it was no surprise that when she found out that I would be working ladies night she agreed to dance on the condition that she would be my 'mentor', something the club informally used for new dancers, just not like how Maria used it.
"Excellent job Ariel," complemented Maria.
"Thank you, Vivian," I replied.
I stood motionless as Maria removed the tainted money from my panties before pulling the garment itself off. Standing before a mirror, I scanned my naked body. It looked like an alternate version of me; More provocative, sensual and racy than my cute, shy old persona. My hair was fluffed and dyed a bright red and makeup highlighted my beauty, all professionally done. Round full breasts and curvy hips made me look more sensuous than my former heterosexual schoolgirl days. My once flawless skin now marked with a tattoo of a butterfly whose wings spelled 'girls only' over my crotch and 'Lesbian Sex Slave' over my ass. Proclaiming my adulthood as the lesbian harlet I was made to play.
Maria, or Vivian, as she decided to be called on Wednesdays to complement my stage name Ariel, supervised my costume selection for the floor. The program was similar to a normal night. Strippers would be called on stage to provide general entertainment and work up the audience for individual tips. But the main moneymakers were the individual and private performances. Walking the club floor, strippers would offer lap dances fully clothed or, for a higher price, taken to one of the back rooms for a more personal performance where the dancers were allowed to remove their clothing. The club would keep half and the dancer the other.
