Are You Ready To Spoil Me, Daddy?

It all started with Rose. It was like a light switched on, and my heart fluttered. From Rose, it grew. Interactions I’d confused with competition transformed into occasions of intrigue. I saw a new dancer standing on the back stage, staring at herself through the one way mirror which enclosed the half hour suites. I wasn’t sure if she had her camera out and was making TikToks, or if she was just taking herself in. Her straightened, dirty blonde hair had been bleached to crispiness. She wore a pair of oversized, square sunglasses in spite of the club’s dim light. One manicured hand cradled a red Dixie cup of something or other. She wore nothing but a lace collar and set of garters connected by a chain, and a pair of black heels. She somewhat clumsily wiggled around the pole in a way that was all porn, no tease. I stared at the stripper, intrigued by her hot messiness. She and I were two of four strippers working midshift that evening, but it didn’t matter. The club was mostly empty anyway. I was anticipating the arrival of one of my regulars. I buried my face in my phone to pass the time.

When I looked up, she was leaning against a chair beside me surveying the empty club.

“What’s your name?” she asked, looking down at me.

“Selena. What’s yours?”

“I’m Electra. You’re really pretty. Have you been working here for long?”

“Yeah, I’ve been here for years. Are you new?”

“It’s my second week. I’m still getting used to things.”

“I like your outfit.”

“Thanks! I forgot to do laundry, so this is all I had.”

“We used to all work naked here when I first started.”

There was a time when every Bare Girl walked around naked. Dancers could get in trouble for wearing so much as a wide waist chain.

Electra had beautiful tan breasts that ended in the pert point of her nipples. I imagined tracing my finger down from her chest to her navel. Part of me felt inadequate. The other part of me wanted to find an excuse to press my body against hers.

“Do you do anything else aside from this?” I asked.

“I’m studying to be a neurological physical therapist.”

“Wow, that’s really cool. What does that entail?”

I’d made the mistake so many customers do: I’d underestimated a stripper. As I listened to Electra explain her approach using a clear, concise analogy to explain complicated subject matter in layman's terms, I got wet. Electra had lowered herself into a stripper squat beside me as she explained her studies. She winced as she stood.

“It’s hard on your knees,” I nodded.

“I like your boots. I’ve been thinking of getting some like that.”

“I wear them because I can hide knee pads inside.”

“That’s a great idea! I love to see preventative joint care.”

Electra rolled a chair over to my table and knelt in the chair beside me. She placed her hands on the table and looked around, catching sight of a customer walking in. The fuzzy, middle aged man stared at Electra with his mouth ajar in a surprised smile. Electra smiled coyly at him and bent forward, poking her bottom out further.

“He’s looking at us,” she noted.

“I think he’s looking at your tits,” I countered.

“I forgot they were out,” Electra snorted.

I sat up and pulled my bikini bra to the side, flashing the man. Electra leaned toward me and grabbed my breasts.

“You have really nice nipples. We should make him get a dance with both of us.”

I assessed the man. He didn’t look like the kind who could afford a double dance, but it’s best not to judge a strip club customer book by its unkempt cover. Clients have a way of discovering they have money if the circumstances call for it, and I knew I wanted to see where things might go. Electra gave off bisexual energy, but I couldn’t tell if it was just alcohol expanding her preferences. Regardless, she was the one who brought it up. As she and I went back and forth, Sweetie snuck by and snagged the lone customer. Electra and I slumped back into our seats, waiting for another customer to come through and give us the opportunity to make him pay for some bisexual hanky panky.

My regular came by and I had to excuse myself. My gaze lingered on Electra as I collected my purse and took a seat beside the regular. A half hour later, I was back on the floor.

A bit later, Adam swung by. He’d made me vow to focus on hustling other customers, and I somewhat obliged. Unfortunately, there weren’t many customers around to hustle. I took a seat on the mini stage and watched Adam fiddle with his stack of $1’s. Rose approached the stage and smiled as we made eye contact.

“Can I steal some?” I asked Adam.

He passed the stack to me, and I took a seat at the stage. Rose delicately slid down the pole and bent over in front of me. She pulled me close. Her hands wandered all over my body as I tucked $1’s into her thong. I wanted to caress every bit of her that I could, but I didn’t want to overstep. Every touch came at a price, and I wanted to pay it. I wanted to be able to afford her, even though I knew I couldn’t. But what’s money when you have a shared desire?

“I want to make it last,” I whispered into Rose’s ear, “But I’m running out of ones.”

“Make the last one count,” she said.

Rose turned away from me, her ass in my face. My eyes lingered on the thong tucked snugly around her lips. I wanted to pull the fabric aside to place a dollar where I wanted to be, but I didn’t want to give her an infection. Instead, I slid the top her thong to the side and tucked my final dollar into her whale tail.

“Thank you, beautiful,” Rose said.

I returned to my station on the mini stage, keeping an eye on Adam from afar. Electra took the stage next. I watched her set the Dixie cup down by the tip rail. I winked at Adam nodding him over to sit by the stage. Electra lower herself into a squat, her pussy lips spread in front of Adam’s face. He gave me a worried sideways glance as Electra took his cap off and turned it backwards so that she could rub her tits in his face. She whispered something into Adam’s ear, and he made a face I couldn’t quite place. I was a bit jealous, but not of the attention he was paying to her. I wanted to switch places with him, as much as I could tell he wanted to switch places with me. He turned his cap back around as soon as Electra turned away, looking frazzled. He left the tip rail shortly after and folded into himself, bristling from being seen.

I saw Rose out of the corner of my eye. I’d expected her to return to her hideaway outside on the smoking patio after her stage dance, but to my surprise, sat beside me on the mini stage. We watched Electra finish her set and approach Adam, ready to make a sale. I knew it was all for naught, but I didn’t feel like intervening. Adam politely engaged with her, angling his body away in an too subtle move to signal his unavailability.

“That’s your regular, right?” Rose asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

I didn’t know how to talk about Adam at work. I don’t share much about my personal life with my coworkers, even the ones I’m close to. In Rose’s case, I didn’t know how she would react to me dating a man, let alone a customer. It probably didn’t matter to her either way, but I didn’t feel ready to open up.

“He only dances with you, right?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“He looks so uncomfortable,” Rose laughed, “He keeps looking over at you like he needs help.”

“He’ll be fine,” I snorted, “But I feel bad for Electra. She’s trying really hard. Maybe I could convince him to do a double’s dance with both of us.”

“You should do a double’s dance with me. I want to feel you up.”

My breath caught in my throat. I love when people are explicit with me. I’d wanted to do a room with Rose for ages, but I hadn’t done anything to make it happen, and to be fair, neither had she. I’m typical sapphic fashion, we pined after each other from afar, occasionally finding excuses to slip in a racy compliment or furtive touch.

I’d broached the idea with Adam months ago. He’d been encouraging, but had expressed that Rose wasn’t his type. Ironically, neither was Electra, even though she persisted, continuing in her attempt to wear him down into purchasing a dance.

“Let me talk to him about it,” I said.

“I’ll wait to smoke, then,” Rose said.

Game on. I noticed my phone flicker as I received a message from Adam:

I don’t know what to do. I told her I don’t want a dance, but she won’t leave.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

Tell her you’re my customer. She’ll understand.

I enjoyed watching Adam suffer. Primarily because it was at the hands of a baddie. Oh how terrible, a bad bitch is soliciting me. I planned to intervene eventually, but why rush? Electra eventually slumped back in her seat beside Adam, looking somewhat defeated. She pulled out her phone and Adam followed her lead, doing the same.

Save me. Please.

Like a cat lazily stretching before moving from one nap spot to another, I casually wandered over to Electra.

“Hey girl, just wanted to make sure you don’t waste too much energy on this guy. He’s my regular, and only dances with me.”

Electra looked at me with glossy eyes and pulled me close, “I think he wants to do a dance with both of us.”

I could tell she was making eye contact with Adam as she grabbed my ass.

“Let me talk to him about it.”

“I’ll let you two talk it out. I’ll be over there when you need me,” she gestured at the bar.

I took a seat in Adam’s lap and he squeezed me, then released, remembering the role he had to play.

“I wish I could kiss you right now. She wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Rose said you looked like you were suffering.”

“Were you two talking about me?”

“Oh yeah. What did Electra say to you while you were on stage.”

Adam blushed and rolled his eyes.

“She was like, ‘Are you ready to spoil me, daddy?’.”