Good Girls Pole Riders Club by Kimona Jaye

Author:Kimona Jaye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atria Books
Published: 2007-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Brenda unzipped her bag, careful to keep her holster covered. She fought the urge to glance out of the corner of her eye; she didn’t want anyone to think that she was staring at them. She had never liked undressing in front of people. She used to especially hate it in junior high and high school. Brenda took out her blue sequined thong, skirt, halter, and heels. She felt the urge to go change in the bathroom, but what was the point of being shy anymore? She was about to become a stripper.

She unzipped her sweat top and then removed her pants. Her old-school white bra with thick adjustable straps and her tan full-bottomed panties seemed completely out of place. She sat down on the bench before she dropped her tan drawers. She jumped up a little to get them past her butt, then rolled them down her legs. She put the thong over her feet and rolled it up in similar fashion.

When she was completely dressed, she didn’t look like anyone she knew. The real Brenda was gone as far as she could tell. She stared at herself in the mirror, knowing that there was still a big possibility that she would chicken out. She relined her lips with a chocolate Maybelline eyebrow pencil, then sat at the mirror station to do her eyes. As a street officer and then as a bailiff when she changed branches, the eyes were always what made her trust a person’s story, or they were what gave that person away.

“You just gotta do it,” a voice said from behind.

Brenda looked back. She was a pretty girl. Thin face, hair that cut just below her ears.

“The first time is always the hardest, but really, you’ll get used to it.”

“I’m not sure,” Brenda said, feeling like it was the first honest thing she had said in weeks. “This might not be for me.”

The girl took the chair from the next station and sat down. She only had a sunset orange thong on and no bra or blouse, but she seemed completely comfortable. “Stripping ain’t for nobody. It’s hard on a sistah, even a ho. Hold up a second.”

Brenda couldn’t even think straight. She shouldn’t even have started this process. She wasn’t a stripper. She hadn’t even had a real boyfriend in almost five years; how was she supposed to go out there and pretend to be sexy?

“Look,” the girl said, sitting back down in her chair. “This is my personal reserve, so don’t say shit or they’ll fine me.” She handed Brenda her cup.

Brenda could tell, without even leaning down to smell it, that it was alcohol. Straight. Without anything to kill the sting.

“I don’t drink.”

The girl leaned over and laughed. Her bare nipples touched Brenda’s arm. “Everyone drinks. You either drink, do drugs, or go crazy. Sometimes the thing that seems the easiest costs you the most. Just hammer the vodka back. You’ll barely feel anything on stage.”

Brenda thought about what she’d said. The easiest things often cost the most.

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