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PURPLE ROSE
CHAPTER ONE
“One, two, twirl, bend, curl, bend the knee, swing the head, come up slowly”
I chant the pole dance mantra in my head over and over again as I follow the command with my body. It’s something I’ve become accustomed to after working at the club for over five years but I still make sure to chant it in my head. It makes me feel like I’m following a command rather than a procedure, not that it makes it any better. But as I’m practising for my last show, I can’t help but be enthusiastic about it.
I’ve been working at Divine Pleasure strip club for over five years and although it was never my dream job, I’ve come to love it. The attention, the attraction, the slow seduction and the burning lust on the men’s face as the want in their crotch pulls them towards the unattainable temptation. I’ll never understand the logic of men that goes to strip club to watch girls get naked for them even though they can never touch them, but then, what do I care?
Working at Divine pleasure wasn’t my dream job but it was something that saved me from the bundles of debt I got myself soaked in after the death of my mother. My mother was in the hospital for over seven months with three surgeries before she finally lost her life to the last one. The debt accumulated over the months with no one to pay for them. I barely manage to convince the hospital to give me the chance to pay them bits by bits. Joined with different places I collected loans to pay it off with the monthly interest, and myself to cater for.
I finally mange to pay it all off after working here for five years for madam Sophie who paid off all my debts. After clearing all my bills that as accumulated to over five millions with my school bills, I started working in her self owned strip club where many other girls like me work to pay off our debts to her. Whether it is wrong of her or not to make us pay back this way, I honestly don’t care. It’s better than people who didn’t even stretch a helping hand to me at all. I got a place to sleep and feed, she sponsored my education throughout my university course.
I don’t care what other thought of the situation they are in, but as for me, I’ve come to love it, crave it even. The pathetic look in the face of men who crave something they can never taste. Most of them look at us in amusement, as if we are disgusting beings that gets naked for their money. Well, they may be right, but they have no idea what they look like from our point of view. They should never know, that’s the rule.
“Perry” I hear the voice of Cherry, my co-worker, if you can call us that. In contrast to my plum figure, she is petite and gorgeous with a glowing dark skin like mine. Small boobs as compare to my D cup but long legs and wide hips like mine, we are similar yet same in lots of ways
“What is it Cherry, I’m practising” I mutter softly. Cherry and I have been working together for three years now, she has few months left for her. Her debts are not as much as mine and she has been doing extra service to get more money, I don’t judge her though. When you do this kind of job, you’ll be willing to do anything to get out of it, or when you have been chocked in debt, you’ll understand the struggle.
“Berry is having trouble with Tulip again. She’s refusing to go on stage” I heaved a sigh. I don’t blame the girl, she reminds me of myself when I first got here, I was just as scared and terrified, if not more. But it’s been weeks now, she has to get a hold of herself, I’m not going to be here to help her anymore. This is not a place to expect someone to always get your back, we are all in this situation together, some more than others.
I don’t know where I’ll be going after this or what I’ll be doing but the first thing on my agenda is to leave this damn town that has taken everything from me.
“Let madam Sophie handle her this time” I answer, seeing no reason for me to meet the naive girl that thinks some angel is going to help her everytime. I’m no angel to anyone, not even to myself. I’ve had enough of expecting a miracle to happen, maybe it will, but it will happen through my own effort.
“But..” Cherry try to argue. I understand her, we have all been in her situation at one point in our life and during Cherry’s, I was there for her. So she wants me to be the same with the new girl Tulip
“Cherry, would you rather I help her now when this is going to be my last show? Remember Nana? Don’t you still hate her for leaving you alone here? I’d rather not leave any attachment to myself, no good will come out of it for the both of us.”
“I get your point but…”
“No buts Cherry, please leave me alone now. I need to create a masterpiece for my grand finale”
“I thought you didn’t want to leave behind any attachment?” Cherry tease, knowing what I have in mind
“Having those weak-minded, lust filled men long for me is my main objective. It’s not an attachment but rather an achievement.”
“Fine, see you later then. I’ll go talk to the poor girl”
“Suit yourself”
I continue my routine dance after she left, I remove any plan of the future or the present from my head. Only focusing on the present, the present me that needs the perfect dance routine to win over all the crowd that will be sending me off in three days.
Twirl, bend, one, two, three, twirl, swing …..
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“One, two, twirl, bend, curl, bend the knee, swing the head, come up slowly”
I chant the pole dance mantra in my head over and over again as I follow the command with my body. It’s something I’ve become accustomed to after working at the club for over five years but I still make sure to chant it in my head. It makes me feel like I’m following a command rather than a procedure, not that it makes it any better. But as I’m practising for my last show, I can’t help but be enthusiastic about it.
I’ve been working at Divine Pleasure strip club for over five years and although it was never my dream job, I’ve come to love it. The attention, the attraction, the slow seduction and the burning lust on the men’s face as the want in their crotch pulls them towards the unattainable temptation. I’ll never understand the logic of men that goes to strip club to watch girls get naked for them even though they can never touch them, but then, what do I care?
Working at Divine pleasure wasn’t my dream job but it was something that saved me from the bundles of debt I got myself soaked in after the death of my mother. My mother was in the hospital for over seven months with three surgeries before she finally lost her life to the last one. The debt accumulated over the months with no one to pay for them. I barely manage to convince the hospital to give me the chance to pay them bits by bits. Joined with different places I collected loans to pay it off with the monthly interest, and myself to cater for.
I finally mange to pay it all off after working here for five years for madam Sophie who paid off all my debts. After clearing all my bills that as accumulated to over five millions with my school bills, I started working in her self owned strip club where many other girls like me work to pay off our debts to her. Whether it is wrong of her or not to make us pay back this way, I honestly don’t care. It’s better than people who didn’t even stretch a helping hand to me at all. I got a place to sleep and feed, she sponsored my education throughout my university course.
I don’t care what other thought of the situation they are in, but as for me, I’ve come to love it, crave it even. The pathetic look in the face of men who crave something they can never taste. Most of them look at us in amusement, as if we are disgusting beings that gets naked for their money. Well, they may be right, but they have no idea what they look like from our point of view. They should never know, that’s the rule.
“Perry” I hear the voice of Cherry, my co-worker, if you can call us that. In contrast to my plum figure, she is petite and gorgeous with a glowing dark skin like mine. Small boobs as compare to my D cup but long legs and wide hips like mine, we are similar yet same in lots of ways
“What is it Cherry, I’m practising” I mutter softly. Cherry and I have been working together for three years now, she has few months left for her. Her debts are not as much as mine and she has been doing extra service to get more money, I don’t judge her though. When you do this kind of job, you’ll be willing to do anything to get out of it, or when you have been chocked in debt, you’ll understand the struggle.
“Berry is having trouble with Tulip again. She’s refusing to go on stage” I heaved a sigh. I don’t blame the girl, she reminds me of myself when I first got here, I was just as scared and terrified, if not more. But it’s been weeks now, she has to get a hold of herself, I’m not going to be here to help her anymore. This is not a place to expect someone to always get your back, we are all in this situation together, some more than others.
I don’t know where I’ll be going after this or what I’ll be doing but the first thing on my agenda is to leave this damn town that has taken everything from me.
“Let madam Sophie handle her this time” I answer, seeing no reason for me to meet the naive girl that thinks some angel is going to help her everytime. I’m no angel to anyone, not even to myself. I’ve had enough of expecting a miracle to happen, maybe it will, but it will happen through my own effort.
“But..” Cherry try to argue. I understand her, we have all been in her situation at one point in our life and during Cherry’s, I was there for her. So she wants me to be the same with the new girl Tulip
“Cherry, would you rather I help her now when this is going to be my last show? Remember Nana? Don’t you still hate her for leaving you alone here? I’d rather not leave any attachment to myself, no good will come out of it for the both of us.”
“I get your point but…”
“No buts Cherry, please leave me alone now. I need to create a masterpiece for my grand finale”
“I thought you didn’t want to leave behind any attachment?” Cherry tease, knowing what I have in mind
“Having those weak-minded, lust filled men long for me is my main objective. It’s not an attachment but rather an achievement.”
“Fine, see you later then. I’ll go talk to the poor girl”
“Suit yourself”
I continue my routine dance after she left, I remove any plan of the future or the present from my head. Only focusing on the present, the present me that needs the perfect dance routine to win over all the crowd that will be sending me off in three days.
Twirl, bend, one, two, three, twirl, swing …..
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