[Sodium_noir] Earlier Saturday Night- Abby's Introduction

[Colette Coeur]

Abby
  At Escapades, in the heart of Neon City
  A Ceilican Pole Dancer
   
  Abby loved the main stage, all the lights pulsing in time to the beat flashing in mirrors covering almost every wall. Playing across her skin, painting her with colors. Slender and leggy, thick black hair in a bob cut, pale green eyes enormous; looking like an Elf in a Neon Hades.
  She made herself turn from the mirrors, turning to face them. 
  The men, watching her every movement, she could feel the eyes. It no longer terrified her; she knew they could not get close to her unless she let them. Up here she was in charge, she pulled the strings. 
  A burly guy in a leather jacket flashed some cash, not a couple of ones; at least two fives. On his tanned wrist he wore a fat gold watch. She knelt slowly and gracefully in front of him, almost brushing his face with her nipples, staring into his eyes. He started to reach for her g-string. She leaned closer

   “No Baby. Can’t touch, try my garter.” 
  She caressed her thigh and slid her hand under the bills stuffed there. She kept her eyes locked on his; he placed his money under the glittering ruffle. She ever so lightly ran her nails over the back of his hand. His face was right between her breasts; she felt his breath. She slowly rose, keeping her skin (and scent) a bare inch from his nose and lips.
  “How ‘bout a dance after, in the VIP room?” His voice was hoarse and low; she barely heard it over the music.
  “Sure, baby.” She smiled brightly; her night was off to a good start.
  




























  She slipped the red heels off her sore feet, wriggling her toes to get the circulation back. She closed her eyes at the relief; at least her feet weren’t half frozen as well. It had been a very good night, one of her best so far.  She had broken 4 bills even after tip-out. It sounded like the other girls had done well too. Good, she didn’t want any trouble.
  “Feels good, don’t it?”  She looked at the voice; it was Selena, one of the few other dancers that were always nice to her. “Getting these things off your feet and a wad of cash in your pocket.”  She flashed her brilliant white smile.
  “Nothing’s worse than a night in new shoes.” She hadn’t wanted to spend the money, but she couldn’t resist them. By the end of the night, she’d been ready to scream. She started pulling on her jeans.
  Soon the Cab would be there to take them to Raindog’s.

		
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