by BrettJ (c) 2013
Fleur DeLisle was the most popular dancer at the Club Paradisio. There was no disputing that. She was such a draw that the Club paid her extra not to dance at any other clubs in the area.
Some of the other dancers were jealous of the 5'9" blonde that had moves that none of them could match. The cattier of the women tried to start all sorts of rumors about her.
They said that Fleur's tits were fake, the results of a very expensive boob job. No one had tits that perfect.
No one but Fleur. Her breasts were a round and natural 36C and no surgeon had ever laid a hand on them – not that Fleur would have objected to dating a doctor. In fact, Fleur's breasts looked even larger at times, because she adored wearing corsets that pushed them up. She often wore some of the most imaginative clothes on stage. Fleur loved attention and had since she was a young child. She did whatever she could to get people to notice her – and it usually worked.
They claimed that Fleur was her stage name and her real name was probably something plain like "Jane" or "Mary".
Fleur was Fleur DeLisle and had been born to a Parisian mother and a father who should have kept it in his pants. He had another family and Jeanette DeLisle had to raise her two daughters as best she could on little or no money from Fleur's absentee father. When she entered her teens, Fleur was a bit angry that her mother had been stupid enough to give it away to such a man. How could she have been so stupid as to allow herself to get pregnant not once, but twice? Fleur adored her mother, but thought her weak. Had it not been for the fact that Fleur adored her sister Coquette, she likely would have left home far earlier than she did.
Other rumors said that Fleur worked so hard to earn money for a drug habit, not true. Fleur rarely even drank alcohol and she didn't smoke, a cigarette had never even passed her lips. Because she lived in a fancy apartment, the rumors persisted that Fleur was a rich man's mistress. THAT one got to Fleur. After the hell her mother had gone through, Fleur would be beholden to no man – or woman. Fleur did girl-girl shows that were volcanic and some of the dancers claimed she was "gay for pay". That had been true in the beginning, but as Fleur continued to work and meet beautiful women, she began to look forward to working on stage with them. On a rare night with one too many glasses of wine in her, she was seduced by her mentor and discovered that women were where it was at. Today, more than half of the people who shared Fleur's bed were women. A man had to have something intriguing about him to catch Fleur's interest, but she was around desirable women all of the time and had her pick of them.
There were only two things that were phony about the 25-year old stripper and Burlesque dancer. The first was her hair. Fleur loved to experiment and aside from her original blonde, she had been a beautiful auburn haired vixen, a fiery redhead and for a few weeks, a raven-haired Lilith. Currently, her hair was a funky shade of violet and the girls who were her friends had loved it.
Fleur moved around the stage as if she owned it. It felt as if a thousand eyes were on her, although the club's maximum seating was only 250. There were a lot of sexy women in the audience as there always were when Fleur was performing in town. It was nice for her to have a regular place to live and work after a lot of lousy years.
Fleur still had bitter and resentful feelings towards her mother. Jeanette had tried her best in the early years, but two children and no husband took its toll on her. Unlike Fleur, Jeanette did like alcohol – a bit too much. By the time that Fleur was 14 and her sister was 9, their mother was drinking a bottle of wine a day. Her once-stunning looks were fading fast. A mind that could have accomplished so much was dulled by the spirits. It was left up to Fleur to do a lot of the parenting of Coquette. With the help of a few friends and some counselors at school, Fleur managed as best she could. By the time she was 16, Fleur realized that she was fighting an uphill battle. She reached out to her father and hoped she could guilt him into helping. It didn't work and finally, Fleur knew what she had to do. With the assistance of some Legal Aid workers, Fleur had herself legally emancipated. She then called Child Services and had them take care of Coquette. One night, a few weeks later, Fleur left town.
Fleur worked hard to support herself and pay her own way, taking as little charity as she could manage. She got a job cleaning up in a beauty salon and did as many extra things as she could to earn tips, banking most of it and only allowing herself a treat, like a movie, only every so often. She didn't date much because boys her own age were boring. They still lived at home and she ran her own life.
One of her customers turned out to be a former stripper. "Come and talk to me when you turn 18, honey," Qiana told her. "I think you have the potential to be a real earner. The clubs I worked in weren't at all sleazy. Each one was top-notch and it isn't a sin to show your body when God gave you one like that."
At first, Fleur resisted, but when she saw the apartment Qiana lived in, she rethought her position. Qiana proved to be a true and loyal friend. "Move in with me, sugar," she offered the girl. "I'm only home a couple of weeks a month and you can look after my cats and water the plants and I'll only charge you half the rent you pay for that cracker box you live in now." Fleur hugged the attractive black woman so hard she almost knocked the wind out of her. Qiana worked as a buyer for a lingerie chain and it had been she who had taught Fleur her sassy and sexy sense of style. When Qiana moved to LA a few years back, she sublet her apartment to Fleur. That's when she met her second great friend, her landlady and mentor, Shelby. Like Qiana, Shelby had been a dancer, only she had been a showgirl. Now that Fleur was about to turn 18, she had decided to try and earn a living as a dancer. Like anything Fleur set her mind to, if she was going to strip, she wanted to be a GREAT stripper. Shelby was only too happy to teach the younger girl how to move and use what she was given.
Fleur reached out to Qiana in LA. "I've decided to take your advice and work as a dancer," she said to her friend. "I'm going to set myself up with some costumes and Shelby's been training me with some killer moves," Fleur told her. "Is there a club you can recommend to me? I want to audition at a club where I can knock them dead."
"Good for you, sweetie," Qiana said, her cheerful voice making Fleur feel a little less lonely. "Get in touch with Julie at my old store; she'll give you a good deal on wardrobe you can use for your act. As for a club, I know just the one. Go see Anton at Club Paradisio, he's a class act and he's happily married, so you won't have to worry about a casting couch."
In truth, Fleur wouldn't have minded a bit of "casting couch action". She was still a virgin and realized that she was a highly sexualized young woman. Learning how to dance with Shelby had made her realize that. She loved watching Shelby move and she also liked to show off her own moves. Fleur worked hard to look after her body and she wanted someone to notice.
Her audition led to the second phony thing about the young dancer. Club Paradisio was everything Qiana had said it would be. The minute Fleur walked through the door, she felt at home. It was immaculate, bright and shiny with a huge stage and lots of space. The lighting was top-notch and it appeared that the sound system was as well. Fleur really wanted to work there. There was a problem with that.
The club served alcohol and the drinking age was 19. Fleur wouldn't be allowed to work there. She decided to risk fibbing about her age. She asked for Anton and when he came out to meet her, she almost fainted. He was stunning, as handsome as Cary Grant and tall and elegant. He was married and off limits, too bad! "What may I do for you, Miss ...?"
"My name is Fleur DeLisle and my dear friend Qiana told me that I should come and see you," Fleur said, trying to hide both her excitement and her arousal. "I'm interested in becoming one of your dancers."
