Chapter Four:

Music was booming in the club at this ungodly hour of the Night. While others slept peacefully, we worked worked. For a Tuesday night it was a little bit crowded, but the more men we had here, the more money we made. And I was super busy tonight and already earned the money for my rent.

As I walked around the club like I was the Queen of the night, a lot of men stared at me with hunger in their eyes, but they couldn't have me the way they wanted.

"Hey, Jackie." one of my regulars called my name and I smiled at him. Brian was my best regular for about a year and a half. For as long as I know he worked as a counter at a business company, but not that I cared that much. All I care about is getting cash, and he was generous. Usually he puts a lot in my panties every time I dance for him.

"Hey, Brian." I greeted him with a wide smile on my face.

"Come here, baby." he said to me with lust in his eyes and a playful grin on his face. "These are some of my working buddies." and he nodded his head at the other men around the table. They were about his age, but he was the most handsome of them. "I finally convinced them to come with me at the club." he caressed my thigh gently with his warm hand.

At the beginning of my stripping career I felt gross about men touching my body. They never crossed the line, but it wasn't okey with me. Eventually I got used to it.

"Show my buddies how good can you dance, gorgeous." he said seductively in my ear and bit it gently.

Now that was crossing the line, but I was okay with Brian. He never forced himself on me, he was always gentle and careful. I called him 'Touchy Brian' because he liked the contact. He was young ablnd hot and not an old grandpa.

Plus he asked me out a few times, but I declined his offers with the words 'I don't date my clients', which is true. I have that rule. Plus mixing work with pleasure ends really bad. A working girl at the club started dating one of her clients, but that didn't end well, because he started getting jealous. They broke up and yada yada.

"Alright." I giggled at the men playfully and started moving slowly on Brian's lap.

My moves were harmonic and I tried to keep with the circular motion, because I knew that drove him crazy. The other men at the table cheered while I was dancing on their friend's lap. Brian's hands rested on my thighs, but I was okay with his touch, because I know he wouldn't touch me in any inappropriate way. I looked back at him with a smirk on my face and licked my lower lip. I knew that drove him crazy.

He released a heavy breath and caressed my thighs and waist.

"I love you, baby." Brian whispered in my ear with his eyes closed and breathed my scent. Then he put six hundred dollars in my bra. "Buy something pretty you'll wear for me."

"Thank you, honey." I told him with a polite smile on my face and kissed his cheek.

At some point it felt like the night was passing slowly. I don't know how many lap dances I gave, but I had enough money to spend for shopping. At around three a.m. the club started to empty, the clients weren't that generous and treated us bad.

I decided to head to the lockers and take a little break and freshen up when I heard arguing. It sounded like Brie wad yelling her lungs out, then something crashed on the wall. I opened the door and saw Zara and Brie pulling each other's hair.

Zara was well known for picking up fights, which she lost all the time.

"You stole him!" Zara screamed at Brie and raised a hand to slap my best friend, but I grabbed the bitch by the wrist and squeezed hard.

"Move and you're a goner." I hissed at Zara and looked at her with purr anger in my eyes. "Now let go of her hair." she did what she was told and Brie too lost a grip on Zara's hair.

I never liked this girl, she was always mean to everyone, except for the manager. Somehow she was nice to him. He's a 45 year old man with gray hair and beer belly. What's to like in him? Maybe she has daddy issues or something.

"Let go of me!" she groaned through her teeth and tried to pull her hand from my grip, but I squeezed tighter.

"No." I said with a bored voice.

"What do you mean 'no'? Let go!" she screamed at me with pure anger, but I saw fear in her eyes.

But if she could spit venom like some kind of a banshee or whatever demonic creature, she'd look ugly.

"What the hell is going on? Do you know that I can hear you all the way to the bar?!" the club momma rushed in the changing room and yelled at us.

"Zara is a bitch." Brie shouted and crossed her hands in front of her chest.

"You stole my client!" Zara hissed again, like the skinny bitchy snake she is.

"He asked for me, you bitch!" Brie yelled at her face.

"Enough with the name calling!" the club momma came between us and pulled Zara's hand from my tight grip.

"Tell that to her. She started it." Brie pointed with her perfectly manicured acrylic nail at the skinny banshee. "She pull me by my hair."

"Zara!" the club momma groaned and looked at the 23 year old with pure anger. "I told you not to fight with the other girls, not verbally or physically."

"Brie stole my regular." Zara tried to defend herself.

"If you were doing a better job, he wouldn't be asking for me." Brie spat back.

"Enough!" the club momma shouted at the top of her lungs. "Zara, if I hear one more complain from another girl or see you like that one more time I'll kick you out of this club and make sure you never find a single job in this city. You get that?" The club momma was angry. And to be honest, she once told me she hated Zara and called her a spoiled little bitch.

Zara tried to open her mouth and say something, but the club momma interrupted her.

"And I don't give a fuck that you're sucking the manager's dick. You'll be out if you make one more mistake."

That was ugly. Never even once saw the club momma so angry. And when she was angry she was scary.

"The same goes for the two of you." and she pointed at me and Brie. "If you make one more mistake, you'll be suspended for a week." at least she didn't threaten us with firing.

"That's not fair!" Zara cried out.

"Shut the fuck up and go do your job!" the club momma spat in Zara's face and pushed her out of the changing room. Brie and I stared at each other in pure shock. We couldn't believe what just happened.

The rest of the shift went well without any problems. Zara was on the other side of the club, Brie was on the pole, I stayed at the bar, watching what was going on around us.

People slowly left the club and by four thirty the place was empty. Then we all headed to the changing rooms.

I grabbed my make up bag from my locker and clean my face from the tons of make up. In the reflection of the mirror without the make up and working clothes I looked like Jackie from five years ago when my life was still normal and calm. Now I don't even know if my parents changed their phone numbers or their home adress.

"I saw you with touchy Brian." Brie whispered in my ear with a playful smirk on her face.

I lace up my shoes and grab my bag from my locker, then look at her with a weird frown on my face.

"He likes you." she teased and poped the balloon of her gum. I rolled my eyes at her and walked down the hall with her right next to me.

"He's a client." I said casually.

"He likes you, dummy."

Brian was always touchy. He teased me, but never really got the same answer from me. While he clearly wanted more, I only pushed him away.

"He doesn't. And even if he did, I don't like him."

"Why not? He's young, hot, rich. What's not to like?"

I'm a stripper and he doesn't need that baggage in his life. And I'm sure he won't anything serious with me.

"I'm not having that conversation, Brie."

"Yeah, well, he asked you out a few times." she continued.

"And I told him no." I tried to cut her off.

"Well, I heard him talking about you with his friends, but I guess you don't want to know." then she winked at me and walked away. "Maybe you don't see it, but I know you look at him the same way he looks at you." Then we went separate ways.

When I got home I threw my bag next to the door and headed for my bed. I threw myself on the comfortable mattress and squeezed my eyes.

For another night I'll be alone in my bed, in my house. I'm trying to convince myself that this loneliness is good, better for me, but the truth is, it's killing me. And my job marked me for life as a loner. Nobody will want a stripper or an ex stripper as something more in his life.