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Hustler
By: Laura Jane
Copyright 2016 by Laura Jane - All rights reserved.
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Chapter 1
The club was packed. It always crammed on a Friday night, especially at the beginning of the month. Men came in with money burning in their pockets, ready to spend it on their sinful desires. They would feign overtime, calling their wives and telling them they would spend some extra time in the office, but this was never the truth.
Instead, they would make their way to Bottoms Up hoping for a good time. These men sat eagerly around the stage, as their favorite dancers emerged with skimpy little outfits, swaying their hips to and fro, touching their bodies teasingly, and, of course, contorting their figures around the pole that stood center stage.
For Crystal Howle, it was always the same. She would put on her sparkly outfit and make her way to the stage, trying to block out everything else. She didn’t like her job. It was just a way to survive, after a failed attempt at college and after her parents abandoned her for their own selfish reasons.
But at least, Crystal was good at what she did. As she walked, her long shapely legs caught the attention of most. The men hollered up at her, trying to get her attention. Sometimes, she would get down on all fours, her ass high in the air, making most men tighten in their pants. One lucky guy might even have the pleasure of having her crawl over to him, a naughty look plastered on her face as she drew closer and closer, eventually kissing his neck, making him want her until she cruelly pulled away, getting up and slapping her ass for effect, eliciting a loud howl throughout the room.
Most people thought her name was a clever alias, but no, she was Howle by birth and unless she married it would stay with her for life, even when her body lost its luster and she could no longer dance for a living. But for now, with her curves still voluptuous and her breasts still perky, she would keep dancing, making the men around her yearn for the eye candy they could never get.
When she would place hands on her body, they would wish it were their own. When she opened her legs, teasing the men around her, they prayed to get between those thighs, to make her scream in pleasure. But as these men gawked and drooled over her, she kept her mind blank, trying to drown out their hollers. She didn’t like her job.
In fact, every night, after she pulled out the crinkled bills from her bra and counted her profits, she was relieved to be done. She would put on a jacket over her bra, get in some pants, and make her way out of the club as quick as she could.
Now, she was walking down the street. It was three thirty in the morning. The wind was bitter, making its way through the thin jacket, making her shiver as she kept her head down, walking home. She hated walking home, but with no money to buy a car, she had no choice but to traverse the dark streets of the city. She would have used public transport if her city was rich enough to afford it into these late hours.
Tonight, like many other nights, a group of men spotted her. They grinned seeing her walking home quickly as if she were scared. They loved it when they were scared. With dirty smirks on their faces, they began to follow her, keeping to the shadows, as if it heightened their stealth, even though their footsteps echoed loudly throughout the vacant street.
Crystal was no fool. She was aware of her stalkers, but she was prepared. Her hand reached into her bag, pulling out a can of mace. Her fingers turned white as she held onto it tightly with a shaky hand. She always thought of herself as a strong and independent woman, but at the same time, this kind of scenario always put her on edge.
Trying to keep calm, she lost track of the men. She didn’t notice them gaining up, closing the distance between her and them. Soon, they were within reach, a menacing aura emerging from their diabolical stares.
Within moments, they pounced, circling around her. Crystal acted quickly, holding out the mace can and spraying it at the closest assailant. She managed to stop one man, but the rest quickly overpowered her, grabbing the can before throwing it into a nearby alleyway. The injured dirtbag rubbed his eyes as the rest of the group got closer together, pressing Crystal into the wall.
She looked at the group of men, trying to judge her next move. She thought about making a run for it, but in her impossibly high heels, she would only manage to break her ankles in the process. She knew she couldn’t fight them all. Biting her lip, Crystal pressed into the wall, knowing that her situation was looking very bleak.