She walked into the building, a barely noticeable
figure despite her five foot ten height. Looking at her, she appears
forgettable in her faded jeans, flat slip-on shoes and sweatshirt. Force
of habit made her wear oversized sweat-shirts to work and though she
heard the sarcastic sniggers from her colleagues, she didn’t mind. She
was comfortable in her clothes and owed no one an explanation. She made a
beeline for her small dressing room, one of the many little luxuries
she enjoyed as perk for staying on this job for five years. Austin was
not an easy man to work with. He was the quintessential bully whose
every waking thought was fixed on running his business and maximizing
profits with as little investment as possible. For someone so stingy,
her colleagues often wondered how she was able to wheedle out the
promise of a personal dressing room from him. It was quite simple
really. She was good at her job and made a lot of money on her rounds,
which made Austin very happy and which in turn made him willing to
oblige her something as simple as her own dressing room.
“Hey Lolly… did you get the memo?” A head peeked through her open door.
That was Toni… Tony spelt with an ‘I’. He is the
pretty Manager with long flowing hair that reached well below his
shoulders. From behind, he looked like a statuesque ballerina with a
poise so regal it sometimes made her jealous. For someone so effeminate,
his deep voice often came as a sharp contrast to his outlandish
personality. Toni was gayer than a Sunday morning fruit-basket and in a
country where homosexuality was regarded as a cultural taboo, he was
surprisingly loved and had a dozen boyfriends.
“I didn’t but I’m sure you’re going to reel it out to me anyways… so shoot”
Her response was typical. She had a rapport with Toni
that was rare. He was one of the very few people that understood her
complicated life and never judged her. He was the gay brother she never
had. Infact, he was the only family she had and she was fiercely
protective of him.
“We’re expecting some big-shot government
types in a few. Austin expects everyone to be on their best behavior and
be hospitable to boot. Entertainment has to be a hundred and fifty
percent today and the drinks have to be chilled. Champagne, Hennessy and
Red bull are undergoing cryogenical rites as we speak.”
She laughed. Toni was a closet brainiac behind his
flurry-flamboyance, though he hated to be called SMART or INTELLIGENT.
She shooed him out of her dressing room, having gotten the ‘memo’ and
proceeded with her usual work ritual. She turned on the small CD player
on her dressing-table and the throaty sounds from Lana Del Rey
filled the room. She loved Lana’s smoky voice and her music always
seemed to heighten her sensuality. Slowly, she peeled off her clothes,
making sure they were neatly folded and placed on a small cushioned
bench that sometimes served as a makeshift bed.
Standing naked and proud, Lolly lit five colored,
scented candles… despite the room being small, it was always chilly…
eerily so. The candles helped to bring a certain warmth to the place.
Her colleagues often gossiped that the candles were for ritualistic
purposes. She just didn’t give a fuck about their opinions and luckily,
neither did Toni or Austin.
Next, she got her favorite mug from her
dressing-table drawer and poured in some hot water from the small
thermos flask she always carried around with her. Then she dipped in two
tea-bags and added a generous helping of hemp into the water. She did
not drink alcohol or smoke but there was no law against drinking
marijuana. It was herbal and medicinal all at once. She stirred the
mixture absently, pondering various song selections. Guessing the tea to
be just right, she took a welcome sip and sighed, feeling the liquid
travel through her, warming her inside and leaving a sour after-taste in
her mouth. She felt the sweat break out almost immediately, a reaction
she eagerly anticipated.
Finally, she lit her clandestine supply of sexual
incense and watched it burn in its small incense pot, the smoke coming
out in spiral form like released genies. The smell of exotic flowers
crushed in musk permeated the air. It was heavenly. She kneeled over the
pot, allowing the smoke heat up her cleanly shaved vagina… giving it a
warmth and feel that made her ready for sexual exploits. Lolly was
incredible horny at this point; edged on by the marijuana tea mixed with
the smell from the scented candles and the incense. Sweat was pouring
out from every pore in her body. She was ready.
“Lolly, you’re up in ten”, came Toni’s voice from outside her door.
She smiled. Her ritual was over. She put off the
incense and candles, gave herself a quick wipe down with a cold wash
towel and began to dress for her act. If she was going to perform for
politicians and government officials, she had to dress the part. Lolly
wasn’t the conventional beauty; she was passably pretty, had a
curvaceous body and full breast and incredibly long legs. She would have
made a great model but life dealt her a different path. Her make-up was
done with the expertise of a pro, body glitters made her shimmer like a
cabaret dancer and her beautiful Vegas showgirl costume and six inch
heels made her transform into a sexy glowing nymph. She looked dramatic
yet untouchable. Lolly smiled at her reflection and grabbed a mint
lollipop before heading out of her dressing room.
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The club was uncharacteristically filled. Men between
the ages of forty-five and fifty-five were at their various tables
drinking champagne and making leery conversations marked with occasional
guttural guffaws. Looking closely at them, their supposed merriment was
a cover for their insecurities. A few appeared guilty as they cast
their eyes about furtively, looking like teenage boys caught in a
whore’s house. Save for a few regulars, many of them wanted the
business of the day to be over so they could slink away into the filthy
murk of their depraved sexuality.
The room darkened dramatically. A hush settled in as the audience anticipated the next act. The in-house DJ cued in music. FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE’S “Never Let Me Go” came on. Lolly smiled from her position. She made a mental note to thank the DJ with complementary sex after her act.
“Gentlemen… please welcome, Lollipop!!!”
Lolly strutted on to the stage as the song
reverberated around the club. The poles stood proud and erect awaiting
Lolly’s eager hands. Her grip on the firm rod balanced her as she swung
her hips seductively to the music, working the pole like the pro she
was. Lolly was the club’s finest act. If pole-dancing was an Olympic
sport, Lolly would be a gold medalist. With every beat, tempo and vocal
nuance, Lolly’s sexy dance mesmerized her audience. Her costume bra
slowly came off, exposing breast so full and proud, they looked
artificial. But what made Lolly’s different were the gold hoops attached
to the nipples. She had six body piercings; on both nipples, her
belly-button, her tongue and ears. Lolly drew the line on piercing her
clit though. Some of the other dancers did have piercings down there but
she didn’t care for them. Not in the least. She noticed a few men gulp
their drinks hurriedly and smiled at the sightings of several
handkerchiefs mopping discretely sweaty brow. Classic reaction! She
didn’t know who these men were but they were under her spell. Her
shimmery skirt came off, leaving her naked, save for the tiniest of
thongs ever created.
Lolly sang the words to herself as she lifted herself
on the pole, balancing her weight on her arms and performed a perfect
aerial split. Her feminine mound was exposed to her leery audience as
she slowly spun down the pole and landed with a perfect split. Through
her musically clogged mind, Lolly could hear the gasp of appreciation
from the audience. A few more pole tricks and ass-claps and her act was
up. She didn’t smile or take a bow. She strutted out of the stage, her
ass bouncing crazily with every step.
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Austin entered her dressing room. He only ever came when there was serious business to discuss and Lolly anticipated it.
“Your act tonight was out of this world… they wanted an encore Lolly”
Austin never fared well with small talk. Now dressed
in her sweatshirt over her thong, her legs tucked comfortably underneath
her, she eyed him disinterestedly as she sipped her mug of tea and
herbs while she awaited the real purpose of his visit.
“I want you to perform for a special someone. He wants a private dance and he’s paying The Maximum.”
Lolly’s eyes flew open. The Maximum was pretty much. In all of her 5 years in this club, she had only ‘performed’ for two people at The Maximum
price. One was an ex-president, the other was the son of an oil magnet.
She wondered which of the old farts was willing to pay that much for a
stripper’s cunt.
“He knows the policy. You don’t follow him; you perform in the BLUE ROOM… and he’s agreed. I told him you’ll be with him in twenty minutes”
“Aren’t you forgetting something” she asked as Austin made to leave.
He smiled. One of the rare feats that only Lolly
could achieve… the ability to make Austin smile. He dug into his pocket
and brought out a wad of $100 notes. He counted the money, slammed
$5,000 on her dressing table and left the room. Lolly smiled into her
mug.
“N750,000 for a fuck? Wow… whoever it was was must have a lot of money to throw around”, she thought as she took the last sip from her cup.
Toni slid into the room, shutting the door behind him
with a mischievous smile. Lolly was glad to see him. If there was
anyone that would know her guest at the BLUE ROOM, it would be him.
“What’s he like?” She asked without preamble.
“Girl, I’d rather be working that BLUE ROOM pole… don’t know who he is, but he’s fineeeeee!”
His statement was accompanied by a voracious snap
that made Lolly laugh. Toni’s idea of fine varied, according to a man’s
pocket.
“Girl, the demand for you tonight was off the chain! Austin had to ask for THE MAXIMUM.
Of course, alot of the horn-gry wolves out there fell back. They don’t
wanna spend a pretty penny for my sexy Lolly but they all want a piece
of her pie.” Toni rolled his eyes in disdain and flicked his long hair.
“Any idea what I should wear for my act?”
“Crotch-less panties, leather bustier, garter belt and six inch heels. You can’t go wrong with those,” he reeled out with a broad mischievous grin. Lolly smiled and kissed him on the lips.
“Thanks boo-boo”
“Make him come back for more, Lolly” he said and was out of the room in a flash.
She sighed at the thought of performing and pleasing this stranger that had shelled out THE MAXIMUM
for a private encounter. Sweat beads pooled about her face as she lit
her sexual incense. Her ritual for every performance was the same. She
had to get ready for the stranger in the BLUE ROOM.
(……………….. TO BE CONTINUED)
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