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By Misti Date: 2002 Mar 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.10.17.08.13582]] |
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"And you hafta use a stage name," Amy informed April. "Like me, I'm Geena. Men ask me what my real name is but I won't tell 'em. No one here knows me as Amy." "I'll, um, go by...Kimmy, I guess," April said. "Kimmy? Yeah, okay, that'll work. Look, you better strip now so we can get you into a g-string," Denise said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "Here, she can use this one," Tammi stated, tossing April a canary yellow g-string that had a hot pink sequined waistband. April slipped out of her street clothes and with shaky hands stepped into the g-string. "Great tits," Randi enthused. "Stop, you're embarrassing her," Amy scolded, taking a swig of Miller Lite. "She'll have to get used to that kinda comment. It'll be a hundred times worse on the runway with all those drunk bisexuals yelling lewd comments," Cynthia said brusquely. "We alternate with the guys. Their dressing room is on the other side of the club, behind the dj booth. They're all heterosexual and single, by the way. Mark saw you come in tonight and said,'Damn, she's hot!'," Denise told April with a grin. April smiled weakly and confronted her mirror image. "Uh uh. Gotta shave your cunt. Pubic hair is illegal," Cynthia said suddenly. "Here's a razor." "Here's some lotion." "Relax- you'll do great." April carefully shaved her bikini line, but blood appeared and she cringed. "Shit! Be careful! Here's a Kleenex." "You need to tease your hair." "Where's your makeup?" "I-I don't wear makeup," April stammered miserably. "You need to start. You'll look pale and washed up on the runway, otherwise. Here's some lipstick and blush," Cynthia said. She handed April a tube of purple lipstick and a small rosy blush kit. "Here's some eyeliner, babe," Amy piped up. "I'll do your hair," Denise offered. Ten minutes later, Kimmy was ready, if not willing, to strut her stuff. "I'll go out with you the first time. You can follow my lead," Amy said kindly. "Good," April whispered. ************************************************************ "Man, that April chick is hot!" "Enough, already!" "Really, man. Give it a rest." The male strippers were in their equally sweaty dressing room, combing their hair and flexing their buttocks in front of the mirrors. "Ya'll are just jealous 'cause I'm the King of Cocks." "Dream on, brother." "Fuck you, Cocoa Bear. Your cock isn't half as long as mine." "Yeah, but who gets more pussy?" "Don't start that shit." "Who gets more pussy?" "I get plenty of pussy!" "That's all you ever talk about. Talkin' ain't gettin', my man." "He'll get the new girl, though. I can feel it in my bones." "Thanks, man." Mark patted his pal Joseph on the back. Joseph was his staunchest supporter. Probably because Joseph was so funky looking. He admired Mark's good looks. There was no competition between them. They were like Tom Cruise and Gallagher. As for the other male dancers, they were tired of Mark's attitude. He thought he was God's gift to women. All he was was a huge pain in the ass. "Cocoa Bear," the only black stripper in the club, perceived Mark to be sexist and racist. Mark had been overheard by a couple of the girl strippers one night grumbling that he didn't want to strip in the same club as "some dumb nigger." The girls had reported the remark to Cocoa Bear, who retaliated by confronting Mark in front of Mark's bleeding heart liberal girlfriend. "You think I'm a dumb nigger, huh? I'll show you what a dumb nigger can do!" Annie had intervened. "Don't fight, please. Did my Mark call you a 'dumb nigger'?" "He sho the fuck did, and I'm gonna stomp his white ass!" "I never said that." Mark was being a coward about the whole thing. His cowardice on top of his lying on top of his racial slur caused him to lose Annie forever. She spit on him and stalked out of the club. Mark and Cocoa Bear had been adversaries ever since. "Making her debut tonight at the Meat Market is Kimmy. This is her first time, so let's be gentle," Slash said from the dj booth."Crystal Ship" began to play. "She's out! Let's go watch!" Mark exclaimed. "Very well," Joseph said. They peered through the dressing room doorway. Kimmy was moving self-consciously down the runway while Amy, a.k.a. Geena, gyrated for a drunk butch who was holding out a limp dollar bill. "Geena is so beautiful," Joseph observed with a sigh. "She's mine," Mark stated. "Come on, you want Kimmy, remember?" "Yeah, of course I remember, but I want a harem. Kimmy, Geena, Lady Godiva, Mona Lisa, Satin and Sierra are mine. You can have Baby Boomer." "Gee, thanks," Joseph muttered sarcastically. Baby Boomer, whose real name was Natasha, was the ugliest, crudest stripper at the Meat Market. She had huge silicone tits and bleached blonde hair. She was pushing forty. Tonight she was working at her other job- McDonald's. "Joseph, she is making me moan," Mark murmured reverently. His green eyes were glued to Kimmy's small white ass. "I hate Baby Boomer," Joseph griped. |