VIP

WILLOW

I had to come early to work today, work starts at 7 pm but I was already in the dressing room by 5 pm. I guess I was just nervous, there are people in the VIP room having a bachelor's night. Who celebrates bachelor's night in a fucking club? What if the groom gets too wasted and commits the most unforgettable mistake of his life? Well, it wasn't my business, all I had to do was work.

Rumour has it that these guys are the reason why most accountants in banks have not run out of jobs to do, there's always money to be stashed into the bank every day. But then, of all days to visit the club, they chose today.

Sophie, the most senior stripper, got a call from home. She couldn't wait till after this night to go visit her parents, and now I'm stuck with performing with Tamara. She was the second up the chain of strippers if that's a thing. She has been nice to me and she gave me assuring glances all night in a bid to boost my confidence which was falling.

I tried to assure myself that I could pull through this night. But it seemed like just words. It was my first night performing for VIPs' and it just had to be for a guy getting married soon.

"arghhh!" I exclaimed in frustration.

I'm a great dancer, I know that. Even though stripping isn't something I envisioned myself doing then it pays. I get to pay my bills and feed well with what I make here so I guess I'd stick to it till I find a different career path. Going by the saying of whatever puts food on your table and pays your bills.

"Hey, it's almost 11:30. How prepared are you?" Tamara asked bringing me back from my daydream

"I'm ready" I answered with whatever confidence I had left in me.

"I know you are, you put up quite the show whenever you're performing just like your sister, it's just like every regular day don't forget that," she said with a smile trying to reassure me

She's right, but not right because if I mess this up, I would kiss ST DREXEL goodbye for good. I should not just dance for a show, I should dance to empty people's pockets today, that was what I was instructed to do.

I did the final touch to my make-up, dancing for VIPs means you get the VIP treatment as well. You wouldn't swap roles with anyone for the night and most of the time you don't get to perform for so many hours. It's always in the form of teasing your customers to spend their money so they could come back again any other day and spend more. So my job is to dance for a short period but attract a bigger amount of money.

"Tamara, Willow you're up," Emmanuel says as he walks into the dressing room.

I zipped up my jacket to hide the thong beneath it till I was ready for my audience to get a glimpse and eventually get to see it. Then I followed Tamara and with seductive grins plastered on our faces, we stepped onto the stage.

As if the DJ read my mind he started to play a beat as a cue to tease the audience a little

Aha, I know that beat, what is it again? Yes 'closer' by Nine-inch nails, I did a little catwalk round the stage of course walking to the beat of the music while keeping the one I think is the groom's eye locked in mine, so much for one getting married soon.

I walked around teasingly and just when I stopped in front of my pole, the DJ changed the song again. He was good at reading my mind, I thought.

'When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin

When I fuck 'em I will Diss' em?

That's what they are Yellin

I'm a pimp by blood not relation

Y'all be chasin', I replace them huh'

Jay-Z filled the air, you have got to love this guy. I allowed the sound to take control of my body while I danced on the pole as if my life depended on it. While I was at it, I looked straight into the groom's eye and widened my smirk the more whenever his eyes strayed a little. What do they say? You can tame a guy but you can't tame his eyes

It was like I did some rehearsals with the DJ because he knew exactly when to change the music, he was talented, changing the music from less intense to more intense, and in no time money started flying in the air. Relax guys we haven't even started yet and you want to empty your pockets I mean we still have our jackets on, I said to myself.

After so much teasing from Tamara and me, she glanced at me a little and I knew exactly what it meant. It's showtime.

The DJ had been killing it all night. He started a slow song and we used that as an opportunity to walk slightly away from the pole and slowly pulled our jackets off revealing the thong instead

"Damn" I heard one of them whisper. Yes darling you could have a look, it's all yours for the night except you won't get to touch it.

We danced a couple more times, on the pole and off the pole, while we were doing our thing the boys were being good, spraying dollar notes on us, I could swear they kept running out of notes.

After about an hour of performance, we left the stage.

"That was fantastic girls," Emmanuel says as Tamara and I entered the dressing room

"Thank you" we replied in unison, and then he left to go do something else

"I told you, you had it in you," Tamara says with a smile which I returned.

Soon we had to close for the day, it wasn't the end of the week so no one stayed back to collect their pay, we all just got dressed and left the club.

"Goodnight Parker," I said to one of the bouncers on my way out of the club, gush I'm so exhausted and happy, but today ended well