Diana

I return to my other job at Le Mystique, a gentleman's club, with excitement flowing through my body. I am always thrilled to be on stage.

"Starr you're up." Indigo Starr is my stage name. It was a last minute decision, and frankly I'm thinking about changing it. Its sexy, but it just doesn't stick.

Today, out of a strange coincidence, my stage outfit consists of: shiny, indigo, star shaped pasties, shiny indigo boots, shiny undies and my hair all to the left side of my head.

The way our stage is set up is very creative from others; the pole is built into the ceiling and has a platform built into it. So the performer stands on the platform, holding into the pole while pole and platform slowly comedown, meeting the stage.

I stood on the platform in a suggestive pose, holding the pole tightly.

The intro to Cindy Dulfer's "Lily was here", vibrated the vicinity. Once the platform kissed the stage, I began to dance. I started with a simple spin, swinging around the pole. Already singles and fives were being tossed my way. Grasping the pole tightly, I brought my body down to a split.

Once the song started to grow quieter, I was getting to the closing of my performance. The lights go out, and the audience applauds.

Using the little light in the stage, I pick up my earnings, and return to my dressing room to change. I made so much, I could fill a garbage bag or two.

"Damn, Di." one of my coworkers, Alana, exclaimed in her Russian accent. "Rob a bank, did you?"

"No, but I did steal the show." I said locking up my earnings.

Alana, ceases her makeup doing and brings her attention to me. "Oh, before I forget. Reggie said you got private duty, since Kinu isn't here today. Sorry."

I close my makeup case. "Water under the bridge, Alana. Water under the bridge."

A majority of the women here don't enjoy the thought or feeling of being alone in a room with a man they don't know and dancing on him. Me on the other hand, I could care less. I'm getting paid, to do so.

I waited in the velvet wall covered room.

"Right this way." I hear on the other side of the door.

One of the bouncers, let's him in the room. He claps his hands together, clearly trying to hide his strong emotion. His face turned a deep shade of red. "Hi." He brought his clasped hands up to his chest.

I gaze to intimidate, not blinking not, speaking a word.

A thick diamond ring reflected the light, and caught my attention. "Married man, huh? What are you doing in a place like this?" I approach.

"It's complicated." he said.

"Try me." I tug at his coat.

"...Well, she thinks I'm seeing other people. I tried to convince her that I'm not. But I have been seeing an old ex of mine, but we're just good friends. She won't believe me though..."

And you thought coming here would fix it? I swear, sometimes I hate men.

"Oh you poor thing." I say in baby-talk, messaging his shoulders.

"I don't know what to do." He buried his face on his palms. I felt his shoulders jump.

Is he really crying?

"Do you think you can help me?" He asked me.

I'm a stripper, not a marriage counselor.

"I'm sorry, hon. My hands are tied."

The sob fest lasted 20 minutes before the bouncer unlocks the door and the man leaves sobbing.

The bouncer looks at me with a 'What the hell happened?' expression.

"Don't ask." I say before returning to the dressing room. The ladies were already packed up.

"Di, the girls and I are going out and getting tattoos tonight. Would you care to join?" Alana asks.

"Sure."

She swung her duffel over her shoulder. "Great, Roxy is out back waiting for us. Let's go."

We hop in Roxy's little red corvette, and drive off to the tattoo parlor.

"Hey, ladies. Special night tonight?" one of the artists questions.

"Yup, to being young." Roxy said with a cigarette in her mouth, raising a bottle of Fireball to the ceiling.

He laughed along, and picked up a clipboard from behind him. "Alright who's first?"

I raised my hand. "I'll go, since I'm the least hammered."

"Follow me." I did as he said, following him to a chair. "What will we be having, Hermosa?".

I had to think of something until the perfect idea popped into my head. "You got a red pen and paper?"

He handed me a piece of paper and a pen. I sketched out the logo best to my ability, and it looked pretty good.

"Can you do this? Riiiiiight- Here!" I said pointing to my lower back.

"Alright." He nodded...

The next day I drove straight to Michael's, ready to show him the tattoo I got, which stung like hell by the way. It may not be my first, but the thing hurt.

I rang his door bell, with him being the Michael Jackson, fans could notice who he was, so he has to put on a disguise. He opened the door "Hey, di-".

I walk in casually.

"Yes, you can come in." he shuts the door.

My walk has changed once entering the home. It has been obvious I was trying to show him something, but he was completely oblivious to it. I even wore a cropped jacket, to allow him to see the tattoo, he still didn't notice.

"Why are you walking like that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Like what?" I exaggerated more.

"With your butt perked. Do you have go?" He joked.

I punch his arm, then turn around showing him the Vaseline covered tattoo. That said in red letters 'Bad'.

"Wow." He touched it gently, which made me jump and hiss.

"Don't touch it! It's still new!"

"Sorry. It's really nice." He smiled.

"All for you."

There was a moment of silence, our eyes locked. I placed a wet kiss on his lips. He returned the gesture but with more passion. I wrapped a leg around his waist, he supported it by holding it in his hand, while the other was touching my tattoo. It still stung, but the heat of the moment distracted me from the pain. We moved the romance to the living room. Next the I know we're on the floor.

Writer

The doorbell rings, it's Charlene.

Michael rose from the floor, peeking over it like a meerkat in a hole. He could see through the thin curtains. He noticed that it was Charlene. "Shit!"

"What?" Diana popped up too.

"Diana. I need you to hide."

"Why? Am I embarrassing to you?" She plays.

"I'm not messing around! Now go!"

Somewhat intimidated, she decided to hide. Michael washed the lipstick marks from his face, and changed shirts. Finally he answers the door, while Charlene had already turned her back.

"Charlie!" He greeted.

She turned around slightly startled. "Hi."

"Sorry, I was on the shower." He lied.

"Oh, I'm sorry for showing up unexpectedly. I should go."

"No! It's fine really."He led her to the living room. She sat on the sofa. Michael noticed one Diana's high heel shoes on the ground, and kicked it under the sofa.

"So what brings you, Here?"

'She's your girlfriend!' He thought.

Charlene covers her mouth chuckling. "I'm gonna be at an event in LA for my job. So I'll be out of town for a while. But I bought this giant phone, so we can keep in touch."

A loud bump is heard from the upstairs. Charlene head shot towards the sound. "What was that?"

"Bubbles."

"Oh! Can I see him before I go?" She asks.

"No! He's being put down for a nap. Sorry."

"Oh, I understand." She shrugs, then gets up heading towards the front door. "Well, I better get going."

Slightly eager, Michael hugs and kisses her.

"Bye, Charlie."....

Sorry for the delay, lately I've been busy and at a loss when it comes to inspiration and ideas.  But I hope you enjoy the chapter. (currently being edited)
~💋Dirty Diana💋~