South Row by Ghiselle St. James

Author:Ghiselle St. James [St. James, Ghiselle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

My morning went from orgasmic, to relaxed, to downright nuclear. How dare he tell me that I can’t dance anymore? Aside from that, I do it to pay for school, but I really love dancing. It’s not like I’m taking my clothes off. I’m simply dancing, albeit erotically. I’ve never had to take my clothes off, not even when I was starting out at that seedy club owned by Vinny Gordano. Never mind that he and every other guy at Titty Kitty wanted me to and I had to leave because the pressure became too much and I never made a lot of money because I didn’t flash a tit.

Trace found me standing out in one of Frisco’s rare off-season downpours outside the Titty Kitty, in a Pocahontas outfit and my bag pack over my shoulder, after I quit. He was passing, on his way to Totem. I was crying because I didn’t know what I’d do now that I had no income, and was seriously thinking about going back into the club to beg for my job back; because, really, what was flashing a tit or your hoo-haa in the grand scheme of things? If it paid my college tuition and put food on my table, why not? The very thought of that, however, made me cringe. I just couldn’t do that.

Trace gave me a job, but on my terms. He took me into Totem that first night, got me warm clothes and coffee and made me watch the night’s festivities from his office. Not one time did I feel uncomfortable or did he make me feel uncomfortable in his private space. While some of the activities got my eyes to bug right out of my head – like couples having sex while they watched a girl dancing above them naked – I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, freedom and solace.

This is where I was meant to be. I didn’t have to take my clothes off to make a quick buck. He allowed me the option to keep my clothes on, never once pressured me to do otherwise. I blossomed under his instruction and attention, and I worked my butt off not only to make myself money, but to make him money. Two years later and I’m almost done with school, no student loans to speak of, I eat regularly and all my bills are paid. I might not live in a condo or drive a Bugatti, but I’m comfortable...happy.

Happiness didn’t come easy for me after losing everybody that meant everything to me – my mom and my aunt. I had to battle with a lotta sadness throughout my life, but when I’m dancing I don’t remember any of that. I feel transcendent. I feel alive, untouchable. Dancing frees me and I never plan to give it up, not even when I become a big time chef.

Dancing at the Totem saved me from a life of uncertainty and possibly whoredom. What’s more, it brought Collin back to me.

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