Three stages lit up inside the club, Nistas Room, was the name. One stage lit up blue, that’s where Stacy stood sliding around the metal pole. Her light brown hair trailed down her back over the lacy garments dressing her. A second stage lit up purple, where Nina leaned away from the pole with her leg wrapped around it to keep from falling back. Her long blonde hair dangled in the air, her body laced with practically nothing but a dot of a cloth. I sat at the bar as usual; I had come here many times before collage, now that I was in my last year some friends decided to bring me back here for a night out. I only knew the dancers and Nista by name, I knew everyone’s name in Nistas Room, all except a new waitress.

She wore wine colored hair in a high ponytail with blonde bangs framing her cream colored skin. Like all the waitresses in the club she wore black dress pants with a white striped tube top, unlike the other waitresses though, she filled the outfit with the shape of a dancer. The girl was no doubt a minor, probably 18 or 19, fresh out of high school. As she came towards the bar to make an order I caught scent of the light perfume lingering around her.

“Hey Morgan you still with us?” Jake slapped me on the back, like always. He ran a hand through his stringy black hair and smiled, the boring smell of liquor laced his words.

“Eh, I guess…” Jake and Mich had only brought me here as a joke, plus they were uncomfortable around males strippers. What do you expect from two straights males?

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the waitress head outback for her break.

“I’m gonna go get some fresh air”

“Ha, ha sure thing man!” Mich laughed taking another sip of his beer; I loved the two like brothers but tonight they bore me. I never found myself interested in bars; usually I spent time with my boyfriend, until we broke up a month ago. Such a boring life I had, hopes in doing something new were the only reason I stayed. Possibly this young waitress could provide me with some entertainment for the night.

I followed a few steps behind until the girl stopped and looked at me.

“Too muggy for you too? I hate the 6 to 12 hours, the men are so touchy feely”

Her voice was soothing in an odd way, like the perfect voice you imagine coming from a main character in a story without sound.

In the reflection of her golden eyes I saw my loose brown hair, so dull, and my black shirt and pants, such an old match.

“Yeah, I’m not all that fond of liquor smell.” I pulled out a cigarette and offered her one.

“No I quit a few years back”

“Really? How old are you?” an embarrassed blush crept over her lips

“17”

Shock, I had thought her to be at least near 19;

“How’d you get this job? Especially waitressing drinks”

“Nista let me take a job because I’m pretty close to Stacy and Nina, two of the dancers inside. Though she made it clear I couldn’t drink in the club”

“I see, so what’s your name?”

Before she could answer we were interrupted by another waitress,

“Celina we need ya back in”

“Sure thing, well it was nice meeting you ma’am”

Did I really look old enough to be called ma’am? I watched as she re-entered the club and as Jake and Mich exited drunk.

The next day I sat fidgeting in my seat, waiting for class to be over. Once getting home I quickly showered and shaved then slipped into a dark blue top and black mini skirt. Tying my hair back in a loose tail I applied lipstick, grabbed my keys, and left.

To no surprise was the bar a bit empty, it was only 5, another hour. From 10 am to 5 pm Nistas was a regular bar with food. Only 3 waitresses sat in stools by the bar, none of them Celina. One of them took notice of my entrance and stood,

“Would you like anything?”

No I’m just here to sit… actually I was; I was only here to wait until Celina came. Desperation of ridding my frustrations only frustrated me more, I could have easily picked up any guy in a downtown club; but that was too boring, to simple.

“I’ll just have water”

“Alirghty” she smiled and headed behind the bar, water was free but I still tipped her a dollar.

Watching the clock until it finally landed on 6, Nistas had slowly filled with men, and more employees. Celina was yet to come; finally I asked a passing waitress,

“Is Celina coming in today?”

“No, she only comes in on Thursdays, and Saturdays”

“Thanks,” I leaned back in my chair just as the show began, the only reason I had come was to find Celina and she wasn’t even in today. What a waste.

Nina and Stacey woke the night; men slipped money between their bra and underwear straps. I watched as every time the two caught sight of each other one blew a kiss, lesbians. Is that what I was? I never really looked at women the way I did men; then again, I hadn’t looked at men much even before my boyfriend and I split up. Men were such regular lovers; their routines seemed all the same now.

I didn’t stay long, I had seen the same show last night, and the lovers show didn’t interest me. I left a tip on the table and dully left the foggy room, suddenly I didn’t feel the need to have my nightly smoke now, a very unusual thing.

The rush of cold air excited me along with the sight of a blue jeep. Against it leaned Celina; her ruby hair fell over her shoulders and just passed her breast. Stretched around her body was a silver and gold cami along with black capris.

“Oh hey, you’re here again tonight? I didn’t think you liked Nistas so much” her lips curved in a half smile.

“Actually I came to see you; someone told me you don’t work Fridays though.”

“Ya, when I finish my studies early I usually come until Nina finishes her rounds, just in case you know?”

“Such a caring child” I had been stepping closer and closer until now I put a hand out to lean against the jeep.

“I’m barely a child miss” the cunning in her eyes caused the corners of my mouth to curve upwards and my body buzz with a challenge.

“I’m not old enough to be called miss am I?”

“Well that matters, how old are you exactly?” her sly smirk mismatched her pure features.

“24”

“Hmm pretty young I guess”

“You guess?” I laughed at her fooling, no man had ever been this entertaining, it was perfect almost.

“And your name?”

“Morgan” I was close enough to feel the heat rising from her body along with the scent of apples and berries.

“Well Morgan… Nina doesn’t get off until 9 and Stacey could probably drive her home…”

“How about my place” I was completely in front of her, arms on both sides, blocking her in. She smiled and jingled her keys in the air; I quickly took them and got in the car.

As I unlocked the door to my apartment Celina teasingly stroked her neck, the neck that would soon belong to me for the night.

I opened the door for her to enter, just as she began taking in the details of my living room I wrapped my arms around her curvy waist. She spun around in my hold and quickly to charge of my lips, a small surprise.

By the time I found our way to my bedroom we were both stripped to only our under garments.

I sat her down at the foot of my bed and slowly pulled the strap of her red bra down; she unbuttoned the back and revealed the full breasts of her body. Neither of us took time to tease thereafter. My hands ran up her arms lifting them above her head, she clenched onto the white sheets of my bed as I nipped around her neck.

“I want to hear you call out my name,” I ordered stopping just before her stomach

“I can only call out your name if you can make me” she smirked; I slid my tongue up between her breasts then around each one, gingerly I bit onto each nipple leaving it numb. Only short breaths escaped her lips as I ran my tongue and finger down her stomach and between her slender legs. The moan of my name finally left her lips.

After nearly an hour of several different “acts” did we both finally collapse under the sheets. Our chests rose and fell as we caught our breath, she leaned over and I was drawn into an overpowering kiss.

The sun cruelly poked through a crack in my blinds; groggily I sat up and stared at the body next to me. I pushed myself from the bed and towards my bathroom for a shower. Luckily I didn’t have classes today since it was already 10. I leaned back against the tiles and let the water pelt down my body for a moment until finally getting out.

I allowed the drops of water to remain on my skin as I walked to my dresser,

“Do you always walk around naked, or am I just lucky?” the still tired voice passed through my ears. Suddenly I felt sickened, such a child, not even 18, was in my bed.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it luck. Oh and thanks for last night”

“Thanks?”

“Yes, I was in need of some entertainment”

“Entertainment! What is that supposed to mean?”

“Look kid, you’re 7 years younger than me, and besides I’m straight I just need a little break into something new.”

“Whatever, I’m outta here then” Celina didn’t take time to put on her bra or underwear, she slid into her capris and top then left the room. The front door slammed and I sort of felt guilty, but not sorry.

I never actually thought I’d run into her again, somehow word got to me that she left for collage in another state, and I was moving to New York. Until four years later on my 28th birthday. My cousin Lisa and my best friend Jake took me to a famous bar called “Night N’Gale.”

I watched as a red and violet lit stage emptied of dancers for two single dancers. One was a tall slender woman with short black hair, she sparkled with the purple and silver glitter painted over her naked body, and it looked just like a regular bathing suit but without strings. She spun around the pole as the other woman did a vertical split leaning her head back. Her longer wine colored hair was tangled with purple-white beads and her body was dressed in a thing golden lace. I watched surprised as she charmed the audience with smooth snake-like turns and bends.

After the performance the two women left backstage, hand in hand, but just before I caught Celina looking straight back at me, a dull spark in her eyes.

Ok the end, I hope you liked it today I suddenly wanted to type a story with “exotic dancers” in it (I hate straight stories but didn’t want to make these people men so…) voila!

I’d love to hear what you thought.