Chapter One
Noella
My lips puckered up, plump and firmed. Twisting the Marilyn rouge lipstick, I spread it thick across the parted flesh. Forming a soft circle, I ran my fingers down the edges, crisping up the trim.
I stared at myself in the mirror, lights popping off the sides, the thumping of bass ringing in the background, and with my mask complete I was ready to take the stage.
My name's Copper; well, it is to everyone in here anyway. It's my stage name and I was labeled that my first day at work. Gloria, the owner, couldn't remember my name. I guess the deep red hair with orange highlights cued her to call me Copper.
And well, it just kind of stuck. In the real world I'm Noella, and yes, I was a Christmas baby.
I've been working at Tigress for a few months now, starting off as a cocktail waitress, then graduating to stripper. The money I earned only serving drinks wasn't cutting it. Every night I would see all the other girls leaving with three times as much as I'd made in tips.
Gloria let me give the stage a try, and... I've been the star act ever since.
The beaded curtain behind me jingled. “Copper, you're up,” Fionna said. She's been working here for a couple of years, I guess you could call her a veteran to the trade. A small girl, with long brown hair, and a body to die for.
Honestly, I couldn't tell you what part of her is still real. She's had her boobs done, a nose job, lipo, and I'm pretty sure she's even had ass implants too. Now, I wouldn't go saying
that on record, but I don't think her ass happened naturally.
“Thanks, I'll be right out.” Slipping my feet into the five inch high, blue pumps, I stood and took one last glance in the mirror.
The tight, white bikini top had a large bow dressing the center; a mini skirt, the same shade of white, had a matching bow perched just above the crease of my ass.
How much longer will I need to do this? Tugging on my skirt, the lower part of my cheeks hung out. I lifted my hands up and shifted my breasts inside the small top, cleavage peeking up over the edge, the subtle flesh a perfect draw for the eye.
Being a stripper wasn't on the top of my list as far as professions go, but it was the money I needed. Not that I had much of a choice anyway. When you owe a debt like I did, it didn't really matter where the cash came from.
So long as I had it to give.
Exhaling a deep breath, I turned and walked through the curtain. The small beads felt cool against my hot skin, chilling my spine as they trailed up my back.
The blaring music fell to a hush, the loud voices turned to whispers. With a slow blink my mind went into a trance, ready to play my role as Copper.
As the lights dimmed across the stage, my song began to play. Elongating my legs, I walked as tall as I could. Each limb extended by the magic of my heels. I wasn't exactly spoiled in terms of height, standing at five foot two; the extra help was a perk.
My body swayed to the beat, fingertips following the deep curves of my hips. Dipping at the knees, I pushed them open. Thrusting my hips forward, my hands rode the inside of my thighs, gently caressing the delicate flesh.
Every jaw around the stage fell down, gaping open. Loud grunts and yelps played over the music. I didn't want to admit it, but I was good at my job, making every guy's cock swell with desire.
Standing slowly, I turned towards the long brass pole, the icy metal hit my palm as I spun around in a single twirl. Popping the rivet to my top, my breasts spilled out, nipples hard as diamonds from the gentle breeze.
Gripping the bar over my head, I glided it down the center of my back. My free hand squeezed one of my breasts, and that's when the green began to fly. The bills rained over the stage, every set of eyes frozen on my masquerade.
The men hollered loudly, breaking the sound barrier, screaming for more.
And I would, I would give them what they wanted.
Sliding across the floor on my belly, I rolled onto my back. Clenching my breasts, I ground up into the air, running my hands over my stomach. Fingering the lace trim of my panties, I pulled them up tight. The soft silk formed around my pussy, taking shape, my lips emerging beneath.
The one thing that gave me some comfort working here was that you didn't have to go full nude; it was an option, but not enforced. Some of the girls chose to, but that wasn't for me. I often thought that was why I tended to make more money than them; I left something to the imagination.
I wanted to keep some piece of myself just for my eyes; and if it felt right, for the man of my choosing. Tits are one thing, and don't get me wrong, I did bring it close to the line, but I never bared all the goods.
As my song came to an end, I gathered up my earnings. The men around the stage yelled for an encore. Smiling, I said, “See you guys next weekend.” Winking softly, I exited to the back.
“Very nice, Copper. Another profitable evening I presume?” Fionna flipped up a purple wig, adjusting it to frame her face. Shifting on her heels, she slid into her dress.