Jan. 13/09
I am now an attendant, in fact the only student, of 'The Gina Green Academy of Exotic Dancers'. It was a little weird, seeing her perform in her living room, mostly because I'd often asked her to dance for me, but she never would, always smiling uncomfortably, looking down at her lap and promising another time. Let me just say that my friend is like, WOW!
First, she did a standard stage dance and that was pretty good on its own, but nowhere near as intense as her lap dance. I grabbed her crotch halfway through as she was air humping my chest and, as serious as my instructor is, she couldn't help responding.
After we both orgasmed, we were able to keep our minds on business and she showed me the general idea of what kind of dancing went with what kind of song and so on.
Then it got more labour intensive. Apparently, the Army fitness training routine that Daddy swears by (even though he's never been in the Army and he never works out) wasn't good enough. According to Gina, what I need is light weight training and heavy aerobic training. To her, this means stretching, some jumping jacks, then running up the stairs of her apartment building, all the way from ground level to the top, twelfth floor. If this doesn't sound like much, just try it sometime.
My upper body training is a bit more complicated, involving a twenty minute aerobics routine with a two pound dumbbell in each hand. Again, if that doesn't sound like much, just try it sometime, especially with a slave driving bitch like smutty.
The thing is, I get off on her driving me like that. I think she does, too.
She also taught me poise, expression and all the rest of what's needed to 'sell myself', as Gina put it. Finally, she taught me how to deal with clients, as in sitting and communicating with them. She says that she who knows how to be what the wife can never be earns her husband's paycheck. I have to say, I don't like the spirit of that, given how Daddy raised me and what the woman who gave birth to me was all about, but I guess a real man would know better anyway.
She's taking me to meet her boss, Barry, tomorrow.
Jan. 14/09
Okay, Barry Thorpe is a grease ball. He's the first man (and I use that term
lightly
) I've ever come across that looked at my body with dollar signs in his eyes rather than lust. I'd much sooner lust.
Regardless of this, Gina had me well coached and I got the deal she wanted for me, probably mostly due to the fact that he knew I was friends with her and that I'd have been told beforehand what was what.
He had me take my clothes off in front of him, which I did with the thought in my mind that I was undressing for the doctor. I have to say, it was barely manageable and my entire body must have been bright red at the time. But, he was more than satisfied, another possible reason for the quick agreement on his part to what Gina told me were fair terms, and hired me on the spot.
In case you're wondering, it did nothing for me. I would have preferred a room full of drunk, horny men just in from cutting hardwood all day. Now I think I know what Gina meant about men who wear suits.
The point is, I got the job. I'm having a hard time being happy about it, knowing that I'll get a call from Gina someday soon. I mean, now it's real, isn't it? I'm just concentrating on my new workout for now and practicing the dance routines she put together for me.
We were sitting in
Gulliver's
after my appointment with Barry, me having downed a micky that Gina gave me in the washroom, and mostly recovered from my exposure event with my new employer.
"Smutty, how
did
you get into dancing?"
She turned her head a bit quick at this, her eyes searching my face for an instant before smiling without much humour.
"I had to. I mean, I'm sure there were other ways, but I wasn't in any position to screw around. I had nothing and nobody and pinning my well being on a job at a fast food joint just wasn't a viable option for me."
"Oh,... Um, I wanna ask because it's about you and I wanna know, but I don't want to pry."
" ... It's actually kind of dramatic. A secret, even. Well, not really. I only ever told one person, but my parents and younger brother and sister know. I'll tell you because of that shit you went through in school and,... because I like you. A lot." I smiled and said, "Same here. You're like a big sister, I don't know what I ever did without you."
She took my hand across the top of the table and smiled more confidently, although with the shadow of recollection before she began to speak.
"Remember I told you, when we first met, that my parents are Pentecostal?"
"Yes."
"Well, there were other kids from the church who went to my school and we all associated and moved together because it was expected by our parents, rather than mix with the other kids and stuff. Now, we all dressed somewhat alike, long heavy skirts, sweaters, long straight hair, that Pentecostal 'wall' hairdo with the hair band. The guys always wear dress pants, shirts and ties, neat haircuts and all that. They used to call us 'The God Squad', actually. You might have had a similar group in your school."
"Yes, I remember them, they always looked decent."
"I'm sure some of them were. Well, there was this guy from outside the squad, one of the regular students. A tall, thin guy named Aaron, who was kind of a badass, if you know what I mean."
"Yup."
"He had a punk haircut, he smoked and played the guitar, would often get into trouble for playing it at noon in the auditorium. I had this crush on him and I used to look at his skanky girlfriends and wonder what he saw in them.
"Well, one day at noon, me and Nicole, my best friend from church, were in the auditorium with a few people from our drama class, working on a project. He wasn't supposed to be, but he was there and the girls wanted to go running for a teacher to put him out, and I guess that's when things went amuck.
"What I was seeing was Aaron standing around in the dark without his girlfriend around and,... well, I'll admit that he wasn't every girl's type, so there I was with no competition. I told Nicole that I'd 'reason' with him.
"Once I got him aside and alone, it didn't take him long to figure out what I was after and, the next thing I knew, Nicole comes around the corner, stops and stands there with her hand over her mouth, totally and personally mortified because Aaron's hand was somewhere it really shouldn't have been,... and I had a smile on my face. I guess I just wanted to show him that I could be fun, too and things got way out of hand. ... I didn't plan it, it just,... happened."
She paused, sipping at her coffee while the waitress who suddenly appeared cleared our dishes, asking us if everything was satisfactory and getting a positive answer from both of us.
"So," Gina continued after the waitress was gone, "Nicole swore she'd never tell anyone, but by noon the next day, it was all over school, thanks to her and Aaron himself bragging about it. Her parents and mine knew each other well and that night, when I got home from school, I knew there was something wrong right away. I was worried, because my parents were very sensitive to,... Well, there's this part in the Bible about avoiding the appearance of evil and, let's just say, my parents took that pretty seriously, especially my father. They weren't the only ones, there were more than a few families from church that were like these little contrived showcases for one another and what I did was,... not good."
"Were you scared?" I asked.
"Yes, and it turned out that I had good reason to be. ... They seemed to think I was possessed. Long story short, they tied me to a chair and, uh, shaved all my hair off so boys wouldn't be attracted and performed an exorcism on me."
"An
exorcism!?"
I hissed, almost in shock at the idea of this happening. "Like in the movie?"
"Yeah, they uhh,... they kind of ran me through their spiritual mill for quite a while. When it was finally over, I was so,... Heh,... I thought my biggest problem at that point was how I'd look without my hair at school, especially in light of the fact that everybody knew about what happened in the auditorium. So, I skipped school the next day, and the day after that. I couldn't handle it at that point, anyway. Even if my father hadn't shaved my head, I couldn't have handled school and I had no idea what I was going to do.
"Of course, I couldn't skip church, or wear a hat. That first service we attended, Saturday night,... I guess he never thought of church when he was shaving me. Everybody stared and my parents came to realize that as poor, spiritually damaged Nicole had helped to uncover my possession, also uncovering it for the rest of the school, she and her parents also blabbed it around the church. I could tell by the way everyone,... looked. At us, I mean, but particularly me.
"Umm,... We lived a little ways out of town, just over a half hour down a rural highway. My father stopped the car about five or ten minutes from town,... (ahem) He, uh,... he reached back and opened the back door beside me and,... he told me to get out."
"Wh,...?" I tried, not quite getting it.
"Yeah, that's how I took it, too. At first. He repeated himself, saying it louder and slower, clearer. I didn't move because I was afraid and I didn't know what was going on. He got out of the car and came around to the other side, to my open door and grabbed me, started trying to drag me out, but I panicked, started to cry, you know, hanging on and,... crying for my mother. She just sat there, I remember. Her head looked straight forward and never moved, she just prayed under her breath as if it weren't happening. I'll never forget that memory of the back of her head. Even stranger, my little brother and sister, Holly and Patrick were right beside me in the back seat at the time, but I have absolutely no memory of how they reacted, or anything about them at all from the moment the car stopped. Always found that odd.
"Well," Gina sighed, moving on from that horribly depressing little footnote, "he got me out. He finally just ripped me out of the car with all his strength and sent me flying. We'd stopped beside a field with a deep ditch between it and the road and I remember spinning around in the dark as I flew through the air, seeing the car, the field, the car,... the ditch."
"Oh, my,...
god!"
I exclaimed, tears running from my eyes as I imagined this.
"I was shocked,... It took me a few seconds to get to my hands and knees and start crawling up out of the ditch, crying and begging. I heard the doors close, the car take off, but strangely, I just didn't believe it. Not even when I first stood up, back on the side of the road and they were gone. I actually believed they'd come back, because,... I just did. I finally got smart after a while, read the writing on the roadside, you might say. I crossed the tarmac and started hitchhiking back into town, ended up at a women's shelter and that's where I met Dottie."
"Dottie?"
"She worked there. She was about your Aunt Peggy's age, actually older, I'd say. She's the only other person I've told this to. My circumstances really didn't allow for me being there, but she was able to fix a few things with Social Assistance and somehow get me in. In time, I managed to accept my new reality, once it really sunk in. I mean, I never went back to school, no way, so I didn't get to graduate. It wasn't long before I decided to dance. I had to do something before the clerical wrench that Dottie made of me with Social Assistance could get removed from where she had it jammed in the works."
"Oh, Gina,... that's awful!" I said, wiping my eyes and cheeks with my sleeve. "It's a good thing you ended up at the shelter and that woman was nice enough to help you like that."
"Dottie,... Yeah, Dottie liked me the minute she saw me."
" ... You mean,...?"
"Uh huh. She worked the night shift and she'd always come right in my room on her rounds to check on me. Special attention, you know?"
"She,... molested you?"
"It's a strong word, 'molested'. Let's just say that it was very much a necessary, mutual arrangement for me and I was damned lucky to be there."
"Holy shit, Gina,... Ho-ly shit. I- I don't know what to say."
"Like I said, it's all pretty dramatic. So, that's how I started dancing and, consequently, how I came to prefer women."
"I,... but, do you ever,... I mean did you and Dottie,...?"
"I got out of the shelter as soon as I was dancing and I never went back, or saw her again. Never wanted to. In fact, I left town soon after and never went back there, either."
" ... Geez,... I guess you probably don't believe in God anymore, huh?"
"I do believe. I always did and it had nothing to do with my parents, their doctrine, or their church. Besides, it's not God's fault that some of his followers are idiots, and you'll find a lot of nice people in Pentecostal churches, too."
I hugged and kissed her for a half hour once we got back to her car, just out of commiseration. Wow, and I thought I had it bad in high school.
Jan. 23/09
I've realized that, in a strange way, I've come to see Gina somewhat like I do my father. It's not just because of how they feel about the stripping thing, it's in the way that they both make me feel protected and looked after. Do I need that? I just turned nineteen and I'm trying to be independent, like Daddy always taught me to be, but I'm so reliant on Gina these days that I have to wonder.
