Sitting in the dressing room waiting for my turn on stage, I thought back to earlier today when I had an argument with my folks again. When are they going to figure out that I have grown up, that they can't control my every move anymore? Sure I want to go to college, just not right this second. I mean, come on, I had just finished high school this year, and now it was time to have some fun. I leaned further back in my chair and propped my legs up on the counter. I looked around at the other girls dressing and undressing around me and let my mind continue to wonder.
My mom was one of those control freaks. With me being the youngest of three, she had held on tighter than hell with me. I couldn't work, couldn't party with friends and she wouldn't even let me get my driver's license until after I had graduated from high school. Even then I'd had to have a friend take me to get it. Now she was pressing me to move back home. As if that was going to happen, I snorted to myself. Like I would give up my first real taste of freedom. I'm living on my own with my best friend Kerra in the little community above the big State University and partying hardy almost every night. Why on earth would I give that up? Plus I have this job. Sure it's not what you want to go around bragging about, but the money is really great and I can pretty much do my own thing.
I hear Randy the DJ call the girl's name that dances before me to the stage. I jump up to go pick out the music I want. I look in the mirror and run a brush through my long black hair and add a little lipstick to my full pouty lips. I lean in closer to the mirror to make sure the eyeliner around my green eyes hasn't run from all the sweating I'd done before coming back here to cool off. Deciding I look ok, I push through the door and head down the hallway toward the bar. My mind still on earlier today, I make my way across the floor toward the DJ booth when I hear something that makes the blood in my veins turn to ice.
"Emmy"
At first I thought I'd heard wrong, but then it came again, louder. Now my whole body starts to shake. I was never called that name by anybody but my cousin Brian. I was so scared I wanted to turn around and run, I knew I was already nailed. I didn't look at where he was sitting, just headed on up the steps into the DJ booth even after he called my name again.
Once I was safe in the booth I looked at Randy and found him watching me. "Baby you ok?' he asked me. I shook my head no and looked back out the door. "What's wrong Hun? Man you're shaking all over and as white as a sheet."
I jumped when I felt his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him and shook my head no again. I couldn't talk, for that matter I was having problems thinking. I couldn't believe I was nailed, I've been so careful about keeping this a secret from everyone. But now a fluke of fate had my favorite cousin sitting in the bar less than ten feet from me. What are the chances my older cousin coming into this strip-club when there were five other ones in town?
Randy turned me around to face him and demanded to know what was wrong. I looked up into his brown eyes and started to calm down some. He always had this effect on me. Maybe that was why I hadn't put up much of a chase when he let me know he wanted me in his bed. I gave him a small smile and told him about Brian being here and what it could mean if he told any of my family. He sat down in his chair and pulled me between his legs then wrapped his arm around me before turning slightly to start the second song for the current dancer. After he was done he looked back at me and asked. "Are you sure he knows it's you? When was the last time he saw you, baby?"
I gave him a strange look before I figured what he meant. Randy had seen all the pictures of me growing up. I look nothing like I used to. At five-five I now weighed one-twenty and was tone all over instead of being pudgy. My face was slim, showcasing my high check-bones. My breasts were firm and perky as only an eighteen year-olds could be. Plus the longer I thought about it I remembered Brian had never seen me with my hair this dark. I was born with light blonde hair, but I'd dyed it about a year ago to a rich raven black.
I thought about all this for a second longer before answering. "It's been about four years since we saw each other last. I was still overweight and my hair was shorter and a light blonde." I told him. I thought about it some more. I used to be this chubby, little shy girl that would never look a guy in the eyes. Now, well now I took my clothes off for guys. I smiled as an idea came to me.
Randy seeing the smile shook his head. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm worried." He told me with a smirk on his chiseled lips.
I laughed and punched him lightly in the arm. "Randy darling, I wasn't a drama queen all through school for no reason. I'm thinking that I've changed enough I might be able to convince him I'm not who he thinks I am."
Randy leaned back in his chair and watched me closely. "I don't know Emily. But I guess it is worth a shot. I know I don't want to lose you. But I know if your parents find out about you doing this they'll force you to quit." He kissed my neck then pulled back, showing me his worry deep in his eyes. "Are you sure you can pull this off?"
I wasn't one hundred percent positive, but I had to try. I bit my lip then shook my head yes. "Well then it is show time, you're up." Randy told me. I heard the music ending and moved toward the door. " Good luck baby." He told me, then he turned to do his thing and announce me.
I moved toward the stage and kept my eyes away from Brian's table. I took a deep breath and started up the stairs as my music was brought up. I moved to the pole and started to sway. I was moving slowly to the rhyme of the music and starting to relax. "I can do this." I told myself. With this thought firmly planted in my mind I started to do my thing. I moved with the slow deliberate sway of my hip to the first guy to come up and tip me. I took the bill of his hat in hand and ground my hips in his face before moving down so my nipples almost touched his nose. When I was sure I had given him his money's worth, I moved on to the next.
When the second song started I was moving by reflex, not thinking at all. I was grinding and swaying and really feeling good. I swirled around the pole before climbing it to flip upside down and slowly slid down headfirst. Once I touched the floor I wrapping my body around the base of the pole to grind my ass against it. I saw someone walk up to the stage and lowered my head and began a slow crawl toward him. I never once lifted my head to look at him, even when I came to my knees in front of him and cupped my breast in my hands and pinched my nipples. I slowly rotated my hips in a mimic of me riding someone, then slowly swung my legs to the side before standing up and working my ass in his face. My pussy was level with his face as I moved my back into a leisurely, back-rolling fucking motion. I ran my fingertips up the inside of my thighs before cupping my mound. I put on hand on the floor and went into the splits, opening my legs all the way and rubbing my cunt on the stage floor. I slid forward and rocked my hips back and forth a few times before rolling over on my side. I lifted my right leg high, near my head, and spreading my legs so I could look at him down the length on my body.
My eyes slid over my body and up his chest to connect with the intense blue eyes of Brian. I trill shot through me when I realized what I had just done in his face. Looking in his face I could tell he wasn't feeling the same way. He was pissed, and if the heat coming off his body was any indication he could have gladly wrung my neck at that moment in time. He didn't say anything, he just slowly slipped his money in my garter-belt, making sure he didn't touch my skin, then turned to walk back to his table. I watched the controlled way he was walking and knew he was beyond furious. If my plan didn't work I was a dead woman.
