I want to say first off, to everyone who has commented on my writing to me personally and who are reading this, thank you. Your comments are uplifting and quite encouraging. That, and I feel like the Universe is beating me over the head with everyone telling me I need to continue, and I really appreciate that, thank you 🙂
Secondly, today will be fictional. I’m going to play a little bit with a Character I’ve created named Talise. She’s a selfish brat to start off with, but eventually her character arc will make her quite powerful and someone who is able to handle herself and who gives a damn about people other than herself… but until she gets there, she’s a drug addicted stripper who has a penchant for sleeping with anything as long as she can get off. You will learn why eventually as I dive into her story. As for the woman at the end, is she friend or foe? You’ll find out as well… eventually. Mwahahah!
The music in the club pounded away as Talise sat backstage, pulling on her thigh high stockings. Stretching her body out, she leaned forward and snagged the joint that was sitting in the ashtray on her vanity and took one last drag, holding in the smoke before exhaling. Feeling the previous drags begin to work their calm on her, she put the stub out and smiled inwardly. Finally, some peace. She thought. Standing up, she continued her stretches, knowing that she’d be on in the next 15 minutes. The wave tattoos that ran up and down her thighs undulated as she moved, like a calm ocean.
“Typhoon, you’re up!” One of the girls coming back from the stage called, quickly grabbing a robe and covering her nudity. Talise nodded at hearing her stage name and grabbed the blue and silver sparkled shoes that she would wear out there while dancing. Giving the returning performer a quick kiss on the cheek, she went into the backstage area and sat down, buckling her shoes. She cast a quick glance at the backstage hands before nodding to them, as they prepared her entrance. She was starring tonight, and she wanted to be sure her performance was the only one they could remember.
Inhaling and focusing on the calm that had settled her mind, she plastered a smile on her face. Nights like tonight where she had her pot and a potential bed partner for later were the nights she performed the best as she could focus on the screaming thoughts and emotions that had invaded her mind since she turned 13.
“Ladiessss and Gentlemen. Do you hear that rain? Are you readddyyyyy for a HURRICANE!?!?” The announcer called. The opening rift of The Scorpion’s “Rock you like a Hurricane” started and she strut out onto the stage, moving with the music. Talise had picked the 80s rock songs as she liked how familiar they were to the audience, and they helped her with weaving her spell.
Gripping the pole, she dances along with the music, making a cat claw motion towards the audience as the lyrics continue to tell their story. Wrapping one of her legs around the pole, she began to twirl around it, showing off her acrobatic ability before stopping and dropping to a crouch. Wiggling her way back up the pole, she stripped off the little blue and silver top that covered her bra clad breasts as she danced. Flicking it back towards the back of the stage, she wrapped her arms around the pole and began to climb up it, using her upper body strength to pull her up.
Stretching her body out parallel to the pole, she turned herself upside down, wrapping her legs around it again. Sliding down the pole gently, she undid the zipper of her little skirt, leaving her skirt against the pole as she slid down the pole and out of her skirt. Landing gently on her back, the pole nestled between her head and shoulder, she kicked off the skirt and spread her legs out into a V shape. By this time the song had begun to fade into her second choice of the night, Alice Cooper’s “Poison”. Making a walking motion with her feet, she wound her arms around the pole and pulled herself upwards, until she was standing in front of the audience. As Alice began to sing about wanting to hold the woman in his song, she turned her back to the audience and began to toy with the clasp on her bra.
She paused momentarily, forgetting part of her routine as she stared out into the darkened corner. There was a woman sitting there, her hair alabaster and eyes golden. She could feel the call of the woman as she danced, and she knew now that she had found a new playmate for the night.