Chapter 7 A strip show!!

"A saying goes, 'Never judge a book by its cover.'

I wore less revealing clothing to work, like a gown with a jacket or a coat. I wore a sleeveless gown today with no jacket, still not revealing. Just because I am a stripper does not mean I have to portray myself as one. I want out. I lock my front door and call a cab to take me to the club. If I'm going to be getting at least half the money to be Alessandro's gym instructor, I might as well start behaving posh.

The cab arrives at the front of the club. I get down, pay, and go inside. As usual, Mike is the bartender. Today it's as if he intentionally picked a shift like mine. I see Martin grinning at me, reminding me of the way I almost chickened out during my first stage show.

Today he cocks his eyebrows to the side; he finally figures out that something is different about me. He smiles and comes over to Mike, saying, 'Alexis, I think we should be expecting something different today because you look very different. You're not imagining in that pretty head of yours that you should bolt out through the door and never come back.'

I just shrug and say, 'Well, I could still do just that given the chance. You never can say.' I leave them there and walk to the locker to dress. I meet Linda there, and she tells me that I won't be the only one performing tonight, and there's a new outfit.

I look at the miniskirt and put it on. It's so short it won't cover the curve of my ass, with a bra top with ruffled straps and a bow in the center. The edges of the entire outfit are trimmed in lace, and there's even a lace bustle on the back of the skirt, with another matching blue velvet bow. There's an ice blue silk G-string; I think we are expected to change our underwear too and white lace hold-ups. What are we supposed to do with all this?

'Aren't they so cute!' she gushes. 'Exhibitionist, baby. But don't you worry. The boss made it perfectly clear that you should make sure you put it on because he knows you to be a rebel.' She's fully dressed in a knockout purple metallic leather corset with spikes, fishnets, and dangerous-looking metal stiletto boots with buckles on. The ensemble is complete with dramatic dark eye makeup and a long leather bullwhip which she holds in her hand.

I think they are truly going for an erotic look tonight because this looks more like a BDSM role play. I just look at Linda the way she's beaming and smiling. I figure she's so excited; well, she loves her job, and she is the club star. Her career is set for her. With a little exposure and magazines, she will be signed and called in by companies. Imagine a lingerie company giving her the front page of the company; how much she will be earning and making for the company.

I just shrug; it should not be that bad. It's not like it is anything special to wear the clothes. There's just a slight difference between this and the one I used to wear on stage. Other strippers were around, so I just went to sit somewhere, watching their performance. I know I'm not the star girl of the club, but at least I have some ranking, and I probably rank more than these girls on stage.

I ask Mike to give me a light drink to set up my day, and I take my time drinking it until I feel a presence watching me. I try to place where, but I cannot. I shrug it off until it's almost my turn, and I see Alessandro at the top of the club. I think he probably forgot to make the glass non-transparent. Then he sees me watching him, smirks, and that gets me angry. the nerve of him to actually smirk at me, I march to my boss's office to tell him I'm not feeling well.

I get there, and he attends to me. I tell him that I'm not feeling too well, that he should just allow me to serve. He looks at me for a few minutes and tells me to wait while he replies to something. He picks up his phone and types to someone who replies by the beeping sound. I don't know what he talked about, but he raises his head from the phone and smiles at me, making me feel awkward. He tells me that I can go home and take the day off; nobody wants a sick dancer anyway. If I faint on stage, it will be a bad image for the club.

I thank him and grin and walk out of his office not knowing that he had a motive for letting me go home. As I bid Mike and Martin goodbye, Martin is forced to ask why I didn't perform today. I tell him that I am just making good use of my threat of bolting out through the door. He laughs and says he was actually expecting a good performance from me tonight. I just smile and tell him another day; how will I tell him that my source of sexual fantasies is in the club tonight, and I don't know how I am going to behave if I had to perform in front of him in a crowd. I don't just trust myself.

I was super grateful that my boss actually allowed me to take an off today. He doesn't know how much of a favor he did to me by letting me go. I will definitely not concentrate if i try to dance on that stage tonight and I might end up making a huge mistake.

I leave through the door and step outside, only to find someone waiting for me... Alessandro."