Living in New York without an actual place to live was a tricky undertaking, but Isabella and I had it down. We knew how to get to and from places quickly, where to stash our clothes when we needed to keep them for a few hours and didn’t want to walk all the way back to our storage locker. We even knew what to say at the local hotels if we wanted to hang out there for a little while without getting in trouble.
Where many homeless girls went wrong was that they tried to hide out when they went places. They would try and make it so people didn’t notice them, which inevitably made people notice them even more. Isabella and I knew better, we walked into places like we belonged there, no matter what we were wearing. We made eye contact with the clerk or person at the counter, and we always had a story that worked well for the situation. For example, if we needed to wait at the Hilton for a few hours until work started and didn’t want to wait out in the cold or walk all the way back to our storage locker, we simply said we were waiting for our father to get off work from the laundry area. No one ever knew who actually worked in the laundry area, and no one wanted to be rude and tell us we couldn’t wait for our father.
The line was huge outside the club as we walked around to the back and went in. It was going to be a fun night; I loved it when we had lots of people. The energy was amazing, plus it gave me many more possibilities to go home with. Glance was a top club in the city at the time, and everyone wanted to be there. It didn’t matter if it was the middle of the week, people always wanted to dance.
“Oh, my God. Pizza? Someone had pizza delivered,” Isabella said as we walked toward the dressing rooms.
Sometimes there wasn’t any food backstage and we had to pillage the bar for olives. But most of the time, we could find some protein bars, fast food, or pizza that people would share with us. Of course, we never told people that we didn’t have a place to stay. But we always took advantage of free food when it was there.
“Wait until after our shower scene, you don’t want to look bloated,” I said, and then instantly regretted it.
I was always thinking of what would look best on stage, but I knew I shouldn’t talk like that around Isabella. She already had body issues and would instantly berate me for not wanting to eat pizza.
“Oh Abby, just eat some damn pizza. Your flat stomach isn’t going to look that bloated from one piece of pizza.”
“I’ll eat some when we are done. We will only be out there for an hour.”
The way our night started off was we would wear our outfits and dance on the side stage for about half an hour. Then the main stage was cleared and our set was brought out. The DJ, Romeo, had a special club mix that we liked to dance to and would play it as we stepped into our showers. The mix lasted about twenty minutes, depending on how much scratching he was doing with it and if he added any other tunes in with it. It was a fast way to earn $100, and on some nights, we booked a couple different sessions.
“Hey, remember to turn around and let the guys see your chest. You’re always shaking your ass, and they like to see the girls as well.”
“I’m always afraid my tits are going to pop out of our outfits. I really need to buy bigger tops,” I said as I held my breasts and shook them at Isabella.
“No, your tops are just the right size. Stop being so self-conscious about your body,” Isabella said as she teased me with my own words.
“I guess we both have to work on our confidence.” I laughed.
“OK girls, it’s time to head out,” Amelia said as she walked past with a clipboard.
Amelia was the assistant manager at Glance and the one we dealt with most of the time. She did the schedule and worked pretty much every night. The club was closed on Mondays, so we all had that day off. But I saw Amelia there pretty much every other day of the week. She was shorter than Isabella and had brown hair with glasses. It seemed like she wished she had a figure so she could dance, but instead took the job as the stage manager so she could be part of the whole dancing scene.
“Hey did you see any good looking guys out there?” Isabella asked.
“Oh yes. You know who is out there tonight? Theodore Stern, yummy!”
“The name sounds familiar, who is he?” I asked.
“He was rated one of the top bachelors in the city. Super tall, dark hair and handsome as hell. He owns that new restaurant PalStyle.”
“Point him out to us later, OK?” Isabella said as she pulled me out onto the stage with her.
Although we got paid good money for dancing, our goal was to find a rich and good looking guy that we could go home with. My unicorn was a rich, good looking guy that could also hold a conversation with me. Most of the time when I found a rich guy, he was ugly. When I found a good looking guy, he was poor, and when I happened to find a good looking guy that was rich, he was an asshole. Was it that much to find all three in one guy? I supposed so since I had yet to meet such a man.
I liked to dance, but there was always that initial fear when I went out on stage. I would look around and see who was watching me, then I would just turn around and start to dance. I had lied to Isabella about being afraid my breasts would pop out. I really just didn’t like people to see my face or for me to see theirs. It made me nervous, and then I couldn’t dance very well.
The music pounded and the lights pulsed as we moved in our bright blue bikinis on stage. Only in New York City was it normal to have women in hi-heels and bikinis dancing along to the go-go music; well, maybe it would also be normal in Las Vegas as well.
The first part of our set was easy. We were relatively unknown to the audience, and there were no direct lights on us. We got to move and dance however we wanted. The club goers were also dancing to the music, and I often glanced back to see them watching us. They liked the go-go dancers, even the women in the club. Many of the girls watched us and then would copy our dance moves to impress the men they were with. It was just one of the many reasons the go-go club was so popular.
Romeo was great about giving us dancers a cue before our shows. He would come on the microphone and ask who was feeling hot that night. We had about two minutes to get over to the main stage and into our showers. That was when the adrenaline really started pumping.
The anticipation of what the water temperature was going to be was always the worst for me. Some nights it was warm and the shower would be steaming as we danced. Other nights, it was freezing cold and you could see our breath, and our nipples, as we danced. I much preferred the warm water to the cold.
I held my breath as I waited for the lights to come on and to feel the temperature of the shower. I said a quiet prayer that the water would be warm that night.
“Turn around!” Isabella yelled at me.
I reluctantly turned around to face the audience. It was so hard to be that exposed to the audience, but I quickly tried to get into character so we could put on an amazing show.
The people toward the front of the dance floor had seen the showers being brought to the main stage and were ready to watch the show. Many of them had stopped dancing and were just holding onto their partners while they waited. It was a pretty amazing set, and Isabella and I loved that we got to do the dance scene in the showers, they were by far the most requested by the club goers.
Toward the bar, I saw an amazingly handsome tall guy standing there with another man. They were both dressed impeccably with expensive button up shirts and slacks. I wondered if the tall guy was Theodore Stern or not. Either way, I made a mental note of the two men so Isabella and I could go find them later.
When the lights came up, I couldn’t see anyone beyond the people right in front of the stage. The rest of the audience would flash into focus every now and again as the lights pulsed, but not enough to actually see anyone.
My body was comfortable with our dance, and I instinctively moved to the music. We had performed our shower dance dozens of times. Each move had been perfected. Our timing was almost perfect as we let the music guide o
ur bodies.
The water was warm, and I loved it. I felt sexy in the warm water and more sensual than when it was cold. I let my hands rub up and down my curves as I thrust my body into each of our moves. The dance was sensual, but it was more erotic than when we danced on the side stage.
It was a show for the audience. We were there to entertain them, to entice them, to make them want to be us, or want to be with us. Our jobs as go-go dancers were to entertain, and we did our best to make sure that happened.
As our song came to an end, I heard Romeo ask the audience if they wanted to see more of us. I silently swore at him for dragging out our twenty-minute dance. We got paid the same amount no matter how long the dance was, and I still had to work an extra hour on the side stage when we were done. The longer our featured dance took, the less of a break I was going to get before I had to dance again.
“Do you want to see Abby and Isabella dance to another song?” he yelled out.
I had to fight the anger as it welled up inside of me. He wasn’t supposed to do that. We were paid to dance for one hour. If he played another song, it would go for 15 to 20 more minutes. It was exhausting to dance for an hour straight, and an extra 20 minutes wouldn’t be paid for by the club.
I looked over at Isabella, who just shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t care. Isabella was happy to give away her time and energy, but I wasn’t. I had signed up to dance for another hour on the side stage. It was already going to be tiring enough. I would have walked off the stage, except it would look bad on me and I didn’t want that to happen. But I would surely talk to Amelia and Romeo when I was done working.
When Romeo finally ended our show, I was exhausted. Instead of having 30 minutes to rest before I had to dance again, I only had 10 minutes. I was soaking wet and not happy at all with him, or with Amelia for letting him do shit like that.
“I’m not sure, but I think I saw that Theodore Stern guy standing in the back next to the bar. He had a friend with him,” I said to Isabella as we dried off backstage.
“You can have Theo,” Isabella said. “I’ll check out the friend. You know I don’t like super tall guys. They make me feel like a midget.”
We both laughed. Isabella wasn’t that short, maybe around 5’4” but I was four inches taller than her. So I always took the tall guy, and she took the other one when we found a pair of bachelors.
“I’m going to be exhausted. I don’t know, maybe I won’t bother.”
“Oh, I’m going to find this Theo guy and I’ll get him all warmed up for you. Then you can just walk your sexy ass out there and take him home.”
Isabella made me laugh. She had this ability to act confident when it came to men, but I knew deep down she was really self-conscious. If a guy criticized her, it hit her very hard; if he complimented her, she felt like it was the absolute best thing in the world.
“See you in an hour or so,” I said as I slipped into a new outfit and brushed my hair out.
Chapter 4
THEO
“That blonde in the shower, we need her,” I said to Jack as we waited for the show to start.
I’d had my eyes on both the blonde and the brunette next to her since they came up on stage. I needed another blonde; they were by far the most requested escorts. Every foreign traveler wanted a blonde haired American woman by his side while he was in town.
The blonde was also short enough that the foreign guys would like her the most. It was sometimes hard to match up a Japanese businessman who was only five feet five inches tall with a girl that he would feel comfortable around. I had to have short cute girls around for them. It was also great to have girls that weren’t stick thin all the time. Although most women thought they had to be perfectly thin to attract guys or work as an escort, the truth was that a woman with curves always got more dates. Guys liked curvy women.
The brunette, well that one I wanted for myself, at least at first. She could move into the escort business later, but I wanted my time with her. My body instantly reacted when I saw her on stage in that shower. My cock pounded full of blood as I looked into her brilliant blue eyes. We were at least 50 feet from the stage, and I could see that her eyes were blue, that was crazy.
Normally I didn’t sleep with the girls that I wanted to hire, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of this girl naked. I even imagined the possibility that I wouldn’t try to recruit her at all.
I didn’t have much time for real dating, though, and it wasn’t likely any woman would be understanding of my business. So most of the time, I just couldn’t date like a normal person.
She moved with much more shyness than her friend, so I doubted I would be able to convince her to be an escort right away or maybe ever. But that was fine with me if she decided she didn’t want to do that; I’d be happy to keep her for myself.
It struck me as odd that I kept thinking about having the brunette for myself. Normally, that just wasn’t me. But there was something about that girl that sent my nerves into overdrive. As I watched her move on the stage, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would me like to have her riding my cock.
“You want the brunette too?” Jack asked.
“I’m not sure. She looks pretty timid.”
“She’s on stage, in a shower, dancing for a thousand people. What exactly about that makes her seem shy?”
“I’m not sure. There’s just this disconnect with her. I bet the blonde will say yes right away. You go after her. I’ll work on the brunette.”
“Alright Theo, but try not to get swept up in those eyes.”
“I know, they are crazy blue.” I agreed that it was possible for me to get swept up in them.
I had to laugh. Jack knew me so well. I loved a woman’s eyes. They were a powerful entry point to her soul, and I felt like I could tell a lot about a woman just by how she looked at people.
Confidence wasn’t all about how you looked or talked, there was a lot to say for making eye contact with someone. When I talked to potential women, I always paid attention to their eyes and if they could maintain eye contact. Someone who couldn’t even look me in the eyes, wasn’t going to do as well as a girl who could maintain eye contact and have a conversation. As much as men liked curves on a woman, they liked a woman who could hold a conversation too. Most of these guys were hiring a girl to take with them to a special event; they wanted a woman who would wow their friends and make everyone jealous on every possible level.
When the dance was over, I sent Jack to the stage door to watch for the girls. He could get them and bring them back to me. I never liked to seem as though I was the one chasing after them. But Jack didn’t really mind it at all. In fact, I think sometimes Jack liked that he got to pick the girls out and bring them to me. But on this night, I had already decided that the brunette was going to be mine.
About fifteen minutes passed, and I noticed the brunette was back up on stage. She had changed into a tiny little dress, and her hair was combed out, but it was definitely her. There was no hiding her brilliant blue eyes.
She looked tired as she danced on the stage off to my left. I watched her face for a moment before she turned around and faced the back of the stage. Her ass moved with the beat, and I felt my cock throb with a desire to slide inside of that perfect round ass of hers. She had my full attention, and I didn’t look away for the duration of her dance.
The white dress glowed in the club lighting, and her curves were shown off perfectly. I was mesmerized by her body as her dance moves enthralled me. It was more than just a dance; I felt her body like it was up next to mine and imagined what it would feel like to have my hands on her as she danced. Oh, I was certainly going to get my hands on that body later that night.
“Hey Theo, this is Isabella. Her friend Abigail is the brunette,” Jack said.
“It’s nice to meet you, Isabella. You are absolutely stunning, but I suppose Jack has already told you that,” I said as I shook her hand gently.
> “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, too.”
“We are going to go dance, I’ll catch you later,” Jack said as he pulled Isabella away.
Jack seemed to be pretty into Isabella as they ran off to the stage, but then again, Jack fell for all the girls he helped recruit. He couldn’t help himself and constantly thought each and every one of them was the next love of his life. The problem was when they started working as escorts and making money, they all moved on and left him. It was a sad cycle, especially since Jack always talked about wanting to get married and have babies. He was a married guy trapped in a single guy’s lifestyle.
“Grab Abigail for me when she gets done. She has another forty-five minutes,” Isabella said as she moved behind Jack toward the dance floor.
Another 45 minutes? That sounded exhausting to me. I was impressed, though. This Abigail had some serious stamina if she could dance for as long as she had been. I wrestled with the idea of just recruiting her instead of flirting with her. The men would love her for sure. Her tight body, big tits, and those fucking eyes. She would be one of my top earners in no time at all. The key would be her personality; if she had a good personality, she could work for the really high-end clients.
My top girls were smart, classy and sweet. They were the combination of every man’s dreams and could have a conversation with almost any type of guy and make him feel special. I’d wait and see if she was able to keep a good conversation; if she could, then I’d have to put her into the rotation. If she were a ditzy girl, I could keep her for myself to play for a bit before I put her into the rotation.
I was tired just watching her, but when she finally got off the stage, I felt the anticipation as I watched the side entrance. It was a good half an hour before she came out, though, and I was about to explode with anticipation. I had totally lost track of Jack and Isabella, but that didn’t matter. I would be just fine getting Abigail to talk to me without them. Women had never been an issue for me.
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