Breanna's POV
The heels were killing her, pinching her toes, even with the bandage hack she saw on social media. Breanna muttered a curse under her breath.
Picking up a mascara and the false lash she already smeared glue on, trying to multi task, she started to coat her eyelashes but ended up stabbing her self in the eye. She let out a yelp as the eye started to sting.
"God I hate this job!." She threw everything down and cursed again. One year in, a whole year of stripping at 'Carl's strip club' and it still felt the same every night. She felt filthy.
She watched herself in the mirror, scowling at her own image, the thick coat of make up on her face, her boobs pushed up, almost reaching her chin in the stupidly tight corset she wore under her tiny cow girl outfit barely reaching over her butt.
A direct contrast to who she was outside the club on a daily basis. She was no longer the naïve young girl that came to the club a year ago desperate for money to pay her father's hospital bills; the girl that still believed there was good in the world.
The awful smell of cigar suddenly attacked her nose as she saw the puff of smoke behind her head from the mirror. A group of girls, dressed as she was - or rather, barely dressed, passed the cigar to each other.
She no longer coughed when they smoked, she was already used to it.
"Hey sis." Her brother, Jack appeared, draped a hand over her shoulder and slouched into the chair behind her, she rubbed his arm around her neck. A small smile easing onto her face as she studied him from the mirror.
"Did he promise to play it?." She asked him. His face fell in response but he masked it quickly.
"Don't worry, did I not tell you I have a way of convincing people?." He asked mirroring her smile, she nodded.
"Now all you have to do is listen for it and I want some strong criticism when we get back." He stood up again with a smug smile.
Every time he made new music, he'd go to clubs and bars around town asking their DJ to squeeze in a few seconds. He went to radio shows, news stations, entertainment and supermarket radios, just to play his music.
"You got it!." She gave him a mock salute. He chuckled.
"You have, uhn, a little something." He pointed to her eye where jabbed herself and disappeared out of the pink dressing room.
As soon as he was gone, her own smile fell.
Jack was a terrible musician, everyone around him knew it, but himself. Even their father tried to tell him, but that drove a huge wedge in their relationship.
As a sister, she had tried to be encouraging towards him, to support his dreams, but she was tired of pretending. He wasted a lot of money into studio time when he could be helping her with the bills and their father's bills too.
They were both students of the Charleston University in town - school of humanities and social sciences, so it was hard for them, but she couldn't be selfish and ask him to give up on his dreams.
After weeks of working as a waitress every where in town, when she newly moved, she heard a group of girls talking about a job. Without waiting to ask for details, she went with them. Who needed details when she could earn a thousand a night?. How wrong she was!.
"Sugar!.....your customer is here." Tiana, a co-worker shouted out to her, peeking into the room. She sighed, gearing herself up for the night.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she began to rethink her decision. Like always. She had promised herself to quit over and over again in the last year, but the truth was, she was in too deep, she needed the money.
"I'm almost done!." She yelled back to Tiana.
Rushed out of the dressing room after adding an extra coat of red on her lips, working a believable smile on her face, she found her way to the customer in the VIP section of the club, up stairs.
The place was packed buzzing with life, the strong stench of alcohol and hemp attacked her as she arrived. She saw a group of men rush down stairs in a tow, all wearing black - at first glance, they looked like escorts or body guards, but something didn't feel right.
One was wearing a very expensive watch that didn't match the body guard persona he had going on, she knew, because she had stolen a watch just like it off one of her drunk customers before.
"Reynold!, good to see you again." She sashayed to her customer, adding an extra sway to her hips. He sat up immediately in the small red chair, as she approached.
"Its busy tonight, I didn't think I'd see you." He beamed, eyes racking her figure. She purred.
"Aw, you know you're special." She ran a thumb over his face, lingering on his lip teasingly. He scoffed and took out a chunk of notes and handed it to her. She secured the money in her bralette and smiled at him.
"You know how to treat a woman."
She started her dance routine, and after a few minutes, began peeling off the first layer of her clothing to reveal the lace corset, watching him intently as he gulped. He took out another chunk of money and handed it to her, she giggled girly. A sound she wouldn't normally make.
The corset pooled at her feet to reveal a two piece thong with a lot of shinny crystals. She leaned in and bit his ear, her other hand strayed to the bulge in his pants and gave it a small pat. Reynold grunted loudly followed by a curse as he broke out in a cold sweat, eyes closed.
He reached for a money sprayer and began to spray all over her, she straightened, walking to the tall pole and continued her routine with him walking behind her. The dark lights of the club danced off her face as she twisted and turned on the pole, reflecting the coat of shimmer on her skin.
Just then she heard footsteps, following a pair of inaudible voices, her head snapped to the stair way, just in time to see her professor, coming up the stairs with another customer of hers. Her heart stopped.
"Breanna?." He called out, in shock.
She didn't know when - but, somehow, she released a hand, mid routine and fell on her face, a round of gasps erupt and then a small crackle of laughs. Something cracked in her butt but she didn't try to check. Thankfully she was not that high up on the pole or she'd be in the hospital.
She stood up feeling very stupid, of all days, he had to come and of all days, she had to mess up her routine, it was today.
Stupidly embarrassed with a lot of eyes on her, she ran out of the VIP section and locked herself in the first dressing room she found as tears began to fall down her cheeks.
She was barely seated when she heard a loud shrill, followed by a round of gun shots and more screams.
The music stopped and she heard a lot of crashing and running, the floor shook like there was a stampede or earthquake coming, and in no time, the entire place was in chaos.