Bad Roses (1)
Ramona sighed long as she stared at her reflection in the round mirror before her. The smell of cigarettes, perfume, and cosmetics filled her cramped dressing room which was crowded with other girls of the same profession. Some of them gossiped about customers who often asked for 'special' services.
"Don't give special services to the wrong person," Ramona told the busy gossiping girls.
The girls stopped their chatter and turned to Ramona. One of them, a red bikini girl with a blonde wig, replied to Ramona. "Maybe you can give us some tips on how to choose potential clients."
Ramona chuckled. She then stood up from her seat and straightened the white beaded bikini she wore. While reapplying red lipstick on her lips, Ramona spoke to the gathered girls. "Choose the one who doesn't talk nonsense."
The girls sitting gathered near Ramona frowned. "Don't all the guys who come here always talk nonsense?" asked the black bikini girl with flowing black curly hair.
The black-haired girl's words brought laughter from the other girls. While they laughed, Ramona only chuckled.
"The more you get used to listening to nonsense, the more you'll be able to tell the difference between a man who really means what he says and one who is just talking nonsense," Ramona said.
The girls fell silent again. They looked at each other. Ramona looked at them all in turn and laughed. "At least make them think that you are not a prostitute. We show off our bodies to satisfy them, but for sex, that's another matter. At least they should be willing to pay high for oral sex."
"Ramona's giving a talk," said a man who suddenly cut through the crowd of bikini-clad girls near Ramona.
"I'm just giving a little advice," Ramona replied as she leered at the brown-haired man who was now looking at her from behind his green eyes.
The man smiled when Ramona leered at him. He then turned his attention to the girls near Ramona. "Please leave us alone."
The girls obeyed and immediately left Ramona with the brown-haired man. Ramona sat back on the chair and straightened her makeup while talking to the man. "What's wrong, Rex? You only show up in the dressing room if there's something important."
Rex laughed in response to Ramona's words. He came closer, held Ramona's shoulders, and bent her body slightly. Ramona could feel Rex's breath in her ear when he was about to speak to her. But instead of speaking directly to Ramona, Rex smiled faintly at the reflection of Ramona's face in the mirror.
"Hurry up and tell me what you want," Ramona urged.
"You're wonderful tonight," Rex said.
"I know I'm one of the stars in your club," Ramona said.
Rex smiled and squeezed Ramona's shoulder. "Tonight, you have to look dazzling. There are potential new customers."
Ramona's brow furrowed. "When you say potential customers, it means they come from the upper class."
"Not just high society, this man also has influence," Rex said.
"Who is this man you're talking about?" Ramona asked curiously.
"Arthur Kingsley."
The answer Rex gave suddenly made Ramona turn around and look at him with an unbelieving look. "Arthur Kingsley, you said?"
Rex nodded. "This is the first time I've seen Arthur come to this place. So do your best to lure him, so this won't be his last visit here."
Ramona laughed in response to Rex's words. "Apparently, that's why you met me in the locker room."
"I knew I could count on you," Rex said. He then teased Ramona by kissing her shoulder.
Ramona sighed softly. "Leave it to me. I'll make him return and spend a lot of money here."
"That's what I want," said Rex. He chuckled and walked away from the dressing room.
Meanwhile, Ramona reached for the handbag she had placed on the dressing table and picked up her cell phone. She then sent a message to Rayden to inform him about Arthur's arrival at the bar where she worked.
"This time, I could have a huge prey," Ramona muttered as she typed a message to Rayden. After the message was sent, Ramona returned her cell phone and got ready to perform.
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Arthur sat at the bar enjoying a dry martini with olives. He sat facing the stage on which there were three long metal poles. Around the semi-circular stage, the male-dominated bar patrons were eagerly waiting for the show they had been waiting for with eager faces.
"Tonight, Ramona will perform," said the bartender standing behind Arthur.
Arthur looked over and nodded his head. "She seems to be the star of this place."
"Is this your first time here?" the bartender asked Arthur. He looked at Arthur as he wiped the cocktail glasses.
"Your face looks familiar, but I believe this is the first time I've seen you come to this place," he continued.
"This is my first time coming to a place like this," Arthur replied.
The bartender who was talking to Arthur frowned. "Then what is your reason for coming to this place?"
Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "Looking for a new atmosphere, perhaps."
"Then enjoy the show," said the bartender, smiling at Arthur.
Just as the bartender at Bad Roses finished his sentence, the lights in the bar suddenly dimmed. The shouts of the men at the side of the stage caused Arthur to turn his attention back to the stage. The bartender standing behind him chuckled when he saw that Arthur's eyes were already fixed on the woman who was now in the spotlight.
The woman was wearing a white bikini with very low cleavage down to her stomach. Her brown hair was wavy and swayed beautifully every time she took a step. The beads on the bikini and her long necklace made her shine even more. Her mischievous gaze made the men sitting around the stage fall silent.
Ramona's charm made the men forget how to breathe. The bikini she wore revealed a few of her shapely breasts. At the same time, her long legs were wrapped in stockings that matched the color of her skin, which was slightly brownish typical of Latin women.
The men cheered again when Ramona began to touch the iron pole in the center of the stage. Their shouts grew crazier as Ramona jumped onto the pole and began to dance. Ramona supported her body with one of her legs and spun gracefully on the pole.
Every move Ramona made drove the men crazy. Her solid buttocks successfully seduced every eye in the bar. Her sensual movements and gaze made the men not hesitate to throw money on the stage while excitedly screaming like a pubescent teenager who had just seen a portrait of a naked woman for the first time.
Meanwhile, Ramona lay on the stage. She stared intently at the men nearby while her hands slowly touched her neck and breast to seduce them. The action she led made her be showered with money by the men.
After the rain of cash was over, Ramona sat back down while sweeping the money with both hands. She then stood up while hugging the money and walked down the stage with the help of a bar security officer. Even after Ramona left the scene, the men's eyes remained fixed on her. Their eyes sparkled as if they had just seen a performance by a Goddess.
Even though Ramona's pole dance show doesn't last more than ten minutes, the money she makes is more significant than the solo shows performed by other girls in the bar. Girls who are just starting out as striptease dancers look up to Ramona.
Meanwhile, the more senior women often feel jealous because Ramona, who has only been working as a striptease dancer for two years, has been able to make a lot of progress for the bar. Even Rex always praised Ramona for her skills.
Arthur stayed in his seat when he saw Ramona walking towards the bar. The golden brown-haired woman glanced at Arthur. Their gazes met, and Ramona smiled faintly at Arthur before finally turning away and passing him by.
The bartender who saw this nudged Arthur's arm and teased him. "I think you've caught Mona's attention."
Arthur turned to the bartender. "Do you think that's good or bad?"
The bartender grinned at Arthur. "She's on the roof if you want to see her." He then picked up two rock glasses and poured whiskey into them.
Arthur glanced for a moment at the two rock glasses that were now filled with the amber-brown liquid. He then reached for the glass as he stood up from his seat. "I do want to see her."
"You're welcome," said the bartender as Arthur walked away from the table. He giggled as Arthur turned the corner and disappeared behind the bar.
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