21 ✓ A beginning and an unburied past.

Years later.

July 5, 2017.

There is no place to dance, the place is you

This is what I repeat to myself every time I put on my black lace corset with bright red edges, I tilt my head forward where I find a tall figure with a meter sixty, slim build and light brown eyes, you could say that off perhaps.

I sigh deeply because I knew I would never again be able to see those light brown eyes with a peculiar sparkle. But they were times that are never going to be returned, the harsh reality of everything. He outlined a wry smile, I bite my lower lip hard wanting to get the taste of blood from them with its peculiar crimson color.

I stopped when I felt that my mission was achieved, that should be left for later. When he cleared those thoughts from my shattered mind, I hear what they call me.

"Cloe, it's your turn, doll." I don't turn to see him.

"Give me five seconds Rubén." I fastened my right glove, then the left.

'Don't think, don't think.'

I take a deep breath, the pain is latent, apparently even more today. I only think of pain and blood, I feel my eyes burn I know what it means and not. I can't do it, not now, not today.

'July 5, today is July 5.'

I take all the air I can again, I close my eyes in frustration and walk slowly, slowly, perhaps slowly. I only know that my mask designed for years has come into action, I must go to work before that guy with a beard, muscular and dark tees comes again, he doesn't have much patience, he only talks once. So I have to move somewhat quickly until I get to the part of the stairs that leads to the modern stage with all the equipment to present any scene.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Ana go by, she analyzed her face and what I see encourages me, although apparently she didn't enjoy it or rather, I don't really enjoy seeing that the guy she's dying for hasn't paid attention to her.

A burlesque is the other side of the coin, yes, I am a burlesque dancer, my reasons do not matter, but surely the people behind the scenes do.

I listen when my name is announced, I walk demonstrating security, it is the key to that, when I am in position I turn my back to the public, nobody can see me everything was in the dark I only hear moruls.

The song began to play, the lights still did not turn on, the public still did not see me and to make them despair was my intention, when their patience will end, it would be soon to come into action.

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Light on.

Burlesques are essentially seductive, don't be afraid to smile, flirt, moan or wink.

I move my hips sensually while still my back, I put one of my hands on my neck and bring my head back, moaning with my eyes closed.

I hear gasps, I immediately open my eyes, he grinned cheekily and now I face the onlookers.

I look at them challenging, seductive and open, I remove my gloves and I do not halo it in one go. First I start pulling one by one of the 5 fingers, when they are all loose, now I have the whole glove. When I have taken it off, I do the same with the other.

I exaggerate every movement I make with my hands and fingers. I lean forward and then backward, I remain for a moment still for them to visualize my entire body, in front of me there is a chair, I sit on it slowly, opening my lips as if they were entering me.

He looked at their sweaty faces suffocating in their agony for just wanting to touch me, I make them dream that they do, it is my weapon and for them death.

I stand up alternating my shoulders with circular movements that highlight my breasts. I spread my hands and fingers delicately, as if that burned me. I put my hands on my hips, stretch my long legs, walk slowly. I keep my mouth open a little. I purse my lips from time to time. I give them a tender look from time to time. I move my hips, under everything I can, squatting with my legs together, to the rhythm of the music I open them without any shame, I bring my tongue slowly over my dry lips. I am fatal, I do not lose sight of that detail. Reverse psychology.

Wearing heels makes it much easier for my hips to move. The boy who watches over my show throws a cane at me, I lean on him to help me and give me stability.

I walk towards my audience. I don't take my eyes off them for a moment, with this I show security. So I look at them with firmness, tenderness and evil at the same time. I put one leg after the other and move on, as if to the audience. He smiled wickedly when I know I have reached them and I have all their attentions on me, I stop bending down slowly. I keep them in a thread, when I know they are about to explode, I do.

I forcefully spread my legs with the cane in the middle holding it firmly and that's when I ripped the corset from my body, exposing my breasts for only three seconds as the lights went out.

Hearing men screaming and trying to get to me is a great satisfaction for my pocket. However, I like what I do but I must also be honest with myself, I do it most of all for the good pay it leaves.