Play to Pay:Chapter 2

The curtain was heavy, it was the only barrier between the dressing room and the stage. You’d be surprised how many drunks tried to rush the bouncer that always stood at the opening. It was a bit ridiculous. You’d think they would have learned after the first guy got out of the hospital.

Even though the building was run down, Peep Showz really was a high-scale place. No one got near the girls without proper screening and laying down a hefty amount of cash. The chairs and tables were in decent condition and it seemed like there were new candles each night. The customers changed, never the same group of guys two nights in a row, except for Olaf. He was very tall, probably around 6’6 with dark hair that fell naturally into an almost emo sweep. He had to be somewhere in his mid 20’s. His eyes were brown. They appeared to be plain at first but when you got up close to him you could pick out all the different color, amber, honey, and small almost un noticeable flecks of black.

He always sat in the table farthest from the stage, never lifting his gaze from his drink, except when Jezie was dancing. He came every night, hoping to see her, but it was always so hit and miss. When Jezie stepped out on the stage and the announcer introduced her as “The Original Christian Whore” Olaf’s gaze met hers. Jezie couldn’t explain why she was suddenly nervous. Maybe it was the brighter lights, or the fact that she hadn’t danced in a couple of months. She tripped and stumbled on her way to the pole.

“What the hell, I’m not some fucking amateur, get it right,” thought Jezie as she wrapped her leg around the pole. She bent backwards to let some of the guys behind her look straight down her dress. They could see the outline of her black, lacy bra. She leaned back up and then down forwards to give the men in front of her the same view. Getting off the pole she stood with her legs a bit more than shoulder length apart and began running her hands over her body. To the men in the audience Jezie looked like she was incredibly horny, when in all reality she was thinking about how she left laundry in the washer, they were going to smell now.

When she reached the hem of her dress she started to slid it up bit by bit until finally she had tore it off and flung it into the crowd. Olaf must have moved up because he caught the dress. Instead of smelling it like most of the men would, he folded it neatly and set in on the table in front of him, returning his gaze to the gorgeous girl in front of him.

Tony could see the man in the second row staring at Jezie the entire time she was on stage. He walked over and whispered in the man’s ear.

“If you’re that interested in Jezebel we do have private rooms for rent. Although I would need your license to run a background check.”

Olaf reached into his pocket and took his license out of his wallet, handing it to the man. He never took his eyes off the beautiful girl on stage. Tony walked away. When he pulled up Olaf Von Mulchester on the website, all he found was the basic information. He had no criminal background, no parking tickets, nothing. It made Tony wonder why a guy like that was in a place like this. Tony walked through the doorway into the dressing room. Jezie was already wearing the set of street clothes she kept in her locker. You didn’t want to walk home late at night dressed in a stripper’s ensemble. Her tank top was white and you could faintly see the outline of her bra. She had on a pair of tight blue jeans and her favorite black Converse All Stars. Two rows of shiny black beads hung from her neck and her hair was pulled up into a long, flowing pony tail.

“Jez, change in plans. The guy who caught your dress wants a private room,” said Tony looking her up and down, “Just wear that. Room 4. Now.”

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