I arrived at my "work'". That is ,of course, if you consider working as a stripper at a bar full of horny men, oops I mean boys, as a job.

"Scarlett! Come on get ready and get on stage." my boss, John yelled at me. I grabbed my outfit and quickly put it on.

I hate this job but its the only one I get.

I put on a pair high (very high) heels. I started to walk out on stage. I earned a roar of applause from the already drunk (and mostly married) men in the bar.

I strutted out towards my assigned pole. You could hear him saying: "Here is Scarlett Minx!" into the microphone.

That's when I started dancing-



I start to tease them by flashing them a little bit.

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By the time I was done with the stage shift I go and work the bar.

As soon as I got back behind the bar, a familiar blonde sat down at the counter.

"Can I get a shot of whiskey?" He asked. I shrugged turning around a grabbing a shot glass and the fireball whiskey.

He never said what whiskey he wanted. I laughed to myself. I poured it into the shot and gave it to him. He chugged down and his face. Oh. My. God. A face I would never forget. He started coughing then looked up at me.

"What the fuck did you give me?" he yelled. You could see the anger in his eyes, I admit it did scare me. You were never sure what guys in this bar would do to women. Most of them don't have any respect for them.

He must of seen the fear in my eyes because he took a deep breathe. You could see him calming himself down.

"Wait aren't you one of the prostitutes that were just up on stage?"

"I'm a stripper. There's a difference. I don't do sex, Blondie." I said.

Just cause I get money for strippering for people, doesn't mean I get money for having sex with people.... Either way I sound like a slut. Probably cause I am a slut.

Notes

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