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Chapter 1:

Toweling off the hair that fell below my shoulders, I stretched lazily after the hot shower. Really it was the best way to get ready in the afternoon, it had loosened my muscles and any bruises I got from the night before would heal faster. Hanging up the towel, my hands found the peppermint scented lotion that always made my skin look smooth and shiny. Tonight would be a good night, for it was a Friday and everyone was out on these nights. Generally make up would be done at my work place, but tonight I felt like making myself look pretty before hand. Heavy eyeliner, brown eye shadow, and a dark red lipstick made me look like a vixen. Making a kissy face at myself, I went out of the bathroom and in to my room. Standing naked by a full length mirror I went through my clothes with a keen eye. A short skirt that was done with a plaid design knee high socks and a push up bra to match made me smile. Pulling a coat on over it I grabbed an already packed bag and started to head towards the living room. Already my room mate was in there eating some sort of microwavable meal.
“I see you’re ready?” He mused to himself, his own ebony skin making him blend in with our dark furniture.
“Oh you’re just jealous.” I said while sticking my tongue out and practically skipping to the kitchen. Eating a yogurt and a banana, Jezz didn’t speak again.
“Will you be around when I get home?” I asked my voice was throaty and pleasant to hear, I liked hearing myself talk sometimes.
“Nah, I have plans, so the place is yours.” He told me in his gentle baritone, smiling I finished eating and pulled on my sneakers.
“Then see ya when I see ya.” I called to him; I didn’t wait for his reply as I shut the door behind me. The hallway to our condo was musky and smelled a bit but I didn’t mind it. A lot of smells bombarded me, left over Chinese food passed me on one door, cat boxes on another I paused on one. For the unmistakable smell of sex was coming from it, I ticked my finger back and forth as I walked by. Going down the stairs, I hit the breeze way and went outside. Right outside was the bus stop, and I always arrived about the same time as the bus. Lumbering up the same bus driver picked me up.
“Good evening.” He told me with a smile, I smiled back; it was a winning smile, full of cheer and happiness, for I had worked on it for a long time.
Sitting down, I let my bag sit on my lap, as I watched the streets go by me. A couple of people stared at me; they had probably already made assumptions about me. But really I didn’t give a damn about them. I liked my life just fine. Living with Jezz had taught me not to judge people, the tall black man at home was in no way typical, he looked strong and macho, but really was about as gay as they came. Suppressing a laugh, I remembered when I had first been interviewed as his roommate, two years ago. He had liked me enough and knew I could keep the rent up. And not be a slob, he hated slobs and kept a clean apartment. One of his stipulations was I couldn’t take his boyfriends, I had agreed.

With those thoughts making me happy, I had nearly missed my stop, stepping out in to the semi cool air of Fall. I breathed in, there weren’t a lot of smokers out yet, so I was pleased to have the fresh air. Nodding to the bouncer who was a very intimidating man with cold eyes, I went in and practically shimmied my way past patrons. They almost ignored me. Until one recognized me.
“Hey it’s Freya!” Someone yelled I did a little bow to them, as I tried to duck behind the smoke machines near the front stage. The place was dark with blue lights in it, making it, luckily, harder to see faces in the crowd. The dressing room was smallish, but it had a large mirror tacked on to the wall, a couch and a table for our stuff. Stripping off my coat, I started to re touch up my make up. Another girl sauntered in, her long blonde hair was braided up on top of her head, and her long subtle body was dusted with gold flakes.
“Good thing you’re here, Layne called out.” I rolled my eyes at that, Goldie, the girl’s stage name that is, was nice, but I hated to work alone with her.
“Will we have someone else at six?” I asked, she nodded as I adjusted my bra and slipped on my ballet shoes. Shrugging thin shoulders she took me in as I got myself prettied up.
“I think so.” I nodded, tonight I was working late, but luckily the bus system was twenty four hour here. “You’re up anyway.” She told me; most likely she had been dancing the whole time. Taking my mp3 player, I went to the DJ and handed it too him. There were some hoots and howlers but I didn’t listen to them. A slower song to start with, all my music I knew by heart. Stepping up on to the stage, I grabbed the chains that were around the stage and started to dance. When you know you are a sight to see, it is hard not to flaunt it. My hair is straight dark brown with blue tips, making it look bold in the lights and smoke. My father had been part African American, so my skin was naturally tanned; though I wasn’t black enough too get any reps. A long and smooth body, taller was a good word for it, maybe five seven, somewhere there, but I worked out, so I had some muscle on me. Hooking my leg with the poll, I pulled myself up and sunk down, casting my pale brown eyes at people, there were a good number at the stage front. Removing my bra slowly, I paced the mirror backed wall, the second song started. I was in my domain now!

After my five songs were up, I had already started to work up a sweat, getting water in our break room. I sat down on the couch and stretched my legs out.
“Freya, you have a customer.” One of the Bouncers informed me, he didn’t poke his head in though. Getting up I went out. Goldie was still dancing, but that was alright. The man in front of me wasn’t much to look at. Shrugging I took him to the back room and he paid well for his lap dance. The night continued like that, I danced a couple of lap dances. And soon the other girl came in. There was something about being classically trained and also being a stripper that made you an enigma to people. Most would ask why you weren’t just working with a real dance troupe. That was an easy one; it was because there weren’t enough of those around right now. And no one wanted me. Though I knew I was pretty, I couldn’t act well, so theater was out for me, it was just the dancing aspect that I could do. My break came up when the next girl came in. Sitting at the bar I got food for myself and entertained myself with the men around me. Really they shared no interest in me. They just liked that a stripper was talking to them. A real woman, who was pretty and who seemed to have a mind behind her boobs. I on the other hand didn’t understand these men either. Most I could see had wedding rings, even though some had asked for a night with me. Did their wives know? That was something I would never know. But I enjoyed the free food I got from them and free drinks but that was all.

When I started dancing again, I started off in a sheer number, complete with crotchless panties. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it got the men going and it got me good tips. After most of that came off and my songs were up, I pulled the clothes back on and sauntered back out among my ‘people’. It was good to flirt with the people and to also watch the other girls. It wasn’t too full, but it was full enough that there was a bouncer inside to watch us incase a creep came to close. Men could not touch us, unless we instigated touch. Standing near the back by the bar, I watched as Goldie twirled on the bar her legs almost over her head. She was bendable that was for sure. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm; before I could react money was shoved under my nose.
“Please, take me to the back room.” Looking closer at the bill, I noticed it was a hundred dollars. Most lap dances only cost twenty then you had to tip. I gasped and looked at the man; his eyes were huge, as he looked around. The bouncer noticed him touching me and started to walk over. Grabbing the bill I waved the Bouncer away.
“Okay, come with me.” I led him to the back, it was secured, there were two doors, and both were private. The whole time the man was behind me his eyes were darting. Was he being watched, or was he running from someone. Perhaps a wife or girlfriend? I had done this before, but not for this much. Opening the door, he went in before me and I closed the door behind us.
“Thank you for that.” He told me, his voice was sweet, a nice dulcet mix of tenor and baritone.
“Don’t mention it. Now, on to business?” I made it a question, he seemed anxious. Knowing full well that there was a button behind me that I could hit that would turn on a light outside the room. The bouncer would bust down the door and break this guy in half if anything happened.
“You don’t have to dance…really I just needed to…” he paused as he saw my face as though for the first time.
“You are paying me a hundred dollars…just to hide?” I asked him, this made no sense, no one would do that! Generally lap dances lasted ten minutes to twenty depending on pay. But with him, I didn’t mind him staring at me as much. He was handsome, with wide green gray eyes, angular features on top of a lean and not to square jaw, shorter crisp amber colored hair, maybe less then thirty. Couldn’t tell, I was never good on ages.
“Yes, if that is alright.” He told me, there was something also about him, he was serious, and more importantly, he had power behind his words.
“It’s fine, just never had anyone pay me this much…just to I guess…hide?” I questioned him, he shrugged, he wasn’t too tall either. Even as he sat in the chair, I could see that. Maybe just a couple of inches taller then me. Though well muscled, he wore a coat, which was crazy, it was warm in the club.
“Freya is an interesting name?” He made it a question, I shrugged as I leaned my back up against the door. If I wasn’t getting naked for him why should I get close to him?
“I liked it.” He nodded curtly, as though his mind was on something else.
“The Norse goddess of Beauty but also on of the Valkeries, correct?” he asked me, this made my eyebrow go up, chewing on my lip (which was hard for the lip ring on the left side of my lip) I shrugged again.
“Yea…” I whispered I preferred not sounding like a nut to the other girls. They just thought the name was pretty, I didn’t tell them about the true meaning for my name. My mother had been Swedish; she had read to me about the Valkeries, I had fallen in love with them.
“It is a pretty name anyway.” He told me, nodding I turned my head away, this was concerning me. He seemed very sweet why was he running?
“So were you running from a wife or a girlfriend?” I asked him, this seemed to make him pause in his thoughts. For his brows quirked for just a second as though in response.
“Neither…” he whispered, this got me thinking more, so no one that he would tell me about.
“Listen, how long am I supposed to keep you here. Though that one hundred is pretty awesome. I need to dance in a bit.” I told him, I had glanced at the timer, and our minutes were running down. He was chewing on his lip.
“I should be able to sneak out. Thank you for this, I won’t forget it.” He told me as he stood and started to walk towards the door.
“Think nothing of it.” I told him, he smiled at me, something was odd about that smile, not a real one, it was forced…and full of something foreign.
“Thank you Freya.” With that he slipped out of the door, I followed him. Goldie was getting off the stage with a glint of irritation in her eyes. Most likely she had been dancing the whole time. Though it hadn’t seemed like a long time I realized I had spent a lot of time just staring at the stranger. Shrugging, I got back on stage. Though in the same outfit, no one seemed to care. I got good tips, and my body loved the attention.

Description
Chapter 1:

Toweling off the hair that fell below my shoulders, I stretched lazily after the hot shower. Really it was the best way to get ready in the afternoon, it had loosened my muscles and any bruises I got from the night before would heal faster. Hanging up the towel, my hands found the peppermint scented lotion that always made my skin look smooth and shiny. Tonight would be a good night, for it was a Friday and everyone was out on these nights. Generally make up would be done at my work place, but tonight I felt like making myself look pretty before hand. Heavy eyeliner, brown eye shadow, and a dark red lipstick made me look like a vixen. Making a kissy face at myself, I went out of the bathroom and in to my room. Standing naked by a full length mirror I went through my clothes with a keen eye. A short skirt that was done with a plaid design knee high socks and a push up bra to match made me smile. Pulling a coat on over it I grabbed an already packed bag and started to head towards the living room. Already my room mate was in there eating some sort of microwavable meal.
“I see you’re ready?” He mused to himself, his own ebony skin making him blend in with our dark furniture.
“Oh you’re just jealous.” I said while sticking my tongue out and practically skipping to the kitchen. Eating a yogurt and a banana, Jezz didn’t speak again.
“Will you be around when I get home?” I asked my voice was throaty and pleasant to hear, I liked hearing myself talk sometimes.
“Nah, I have plans, so the place is yours.” He told me in his gentle baritone, smiling I finished eating and pulled on my sneakers.
“Then see ya when I see ya.” I called to him; I didn’t wait for his reply as I shut the door behind me. The hallway to our condo was musky and smelled a bit but I didn’t mind it. A lot of smells bombarded me, left over Chinese food passed me on one door, cat boxes on another I paused on one. For the unmistakable smell of sex was coming from it, I ticked my finger back and forth as I walked by. Going down the stairs, I hit the breeze way and went outside. Right outside was the bus stop, and I always arrived about the same time as the bus. Lumbering up the same bus driver picked me up.
“Good evening.” He told me with a smile, I smiled back; it was a winning smile, full of cheer and happiness, for I had worked on it for a long time.
Sitting down, I let my bag sit on my lap, as I watched the streets go by me. A couple of people stared at me; they had probably already made assumptions about me. But really I didn’t give a damn about them. I liked my life just fine. Living with Jezz had taught me not to judge people, the tall black man at home was in no way typical, he looked strong and macho, but really was about as gay as they came. Suppressing a laugh, I remembered when I had first been interviewed as his roommate, two years ago. He had liked me enough and knew I could keep the rent up. And not be a slob, he hated slobs and kept a clean apartment. One of his stipulations was I couldn’t take his boyfriends, I had agreed.

With those thoughts making me happy, I had nearly missed my stop, stepping out in to the semi cool air of Fall. I breathed in, there weren’t a lot of smokers out yet, so I was pleased to have the fresh air. Nodding to the bouncer who was a very intimidating man with cold eyes, I went in and practically shimmied my way past patrons. They almost ignored me. Until one recognized me.
“Hey it’s Freya!” Someone yelled I did a little bow to them, as I tried to duck behind the smoke machines near the front stage. The place was dark with blue lights in it, making it, luckily, harder to see faces in the crowd. The dressing room was smallish, but it had a large mirror tacked on to the wall, a couch and a table for our stuff. Stripping off my coat, I started to re touch up my make up. Another girl sauntered in, her long blonde hair was braided up on top of her head, and her long subtle body was dusted with gold flakes.
“Good thing you’re here, Layne called out.” I rolled my eyes at that, Goldie, the girl’s stage name that is, was nice, but I hated to work alone with her.
“Will we have someone else at six?” I asked, she nodded as I adjusted my bra and slipped on my ballet shoes. Shrugging thin shoulders she took me in as I got myself prettied up.
“I think so.” I nodded, tonight I was working late, but luckily the bus system was twenty four hour here. “You’re up anyway.” She told me; most likely she had been dancing the whole time. Taking my mp3 player, I went to the DJ and handed it too him. There were some hoots and howlers but I didn’t listen to them. A slower song to start with, all my music I knew by heart. Stepping up on to the stage, I grabbed the chains that were around the stage and started to dance. When you know you are a sight to see, it is hard not to flaunt it. My hair is straight dark brown with blue tips, making it look bold in the lights and smoke. My father had been part African American, so my skin was naturally tanned; though I wasn’t black enough too get any reps. A long and smooth body, taller was a good word for it, maybe five seven, somewhere there, but I worked out, so I had some muscle on me. Hooking my leg with the poll, I pulled myself up and sunk down, casting my pale brown eyes at people, there were a good number at the stage front. Removing my bra slowly, I paced the mirror backed wall, the second song started. I was in my domain now!

After my five songs were up, I had already started to work up a sweat, getting water in our break room. I sat down on the couch and stretched my legs out.
“Freya, you have a customer.” One of the Bouncers informed me, he didn’t poke his head in though. Getting up I went out. Goldie was still dancing, but that was alright. The man in front of me wasn’t much to look at. Shrugging I took him to the back room and he paid well for his lap dance. The night continued like that, I danced a couple of lap dances. And soon the other girl came in. There was something about being classically trained and also being a stripper that made you an enigma to people. Most would ask why you weren’t just working with a real dance troupe. That was an easy one; it was because there weren’t enough of those around right now. And no one wanted me. Though I knew I was pretty, I couldn’t act well, so theater was out for me, it was just the dancing aspect that I could do. My break came up when the next girl came in. Sitting at the bar I got food for myself and entertained myself with the men around me. Really they shared no interest in me. They just liked that a stripper was talking to them. A real woman, who was pretty and who seemed to have a mind behind her boobs. I on the other hand didn’t understand these men either. Most I could see had wedding rings, even though some had asked for a night with me. Did their wives know? That was something I would never know. But I enjoyed the free food I got from them and free drinks but that was all.

When I started dancing again, I started off in a sheer number, complete with crotchless panties. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it got the men going and it got me good tips. After most of that came off and my songs were up, I pulled the clothes back on and sauntered back out among my ‘people’. It was good to flirt with the people and to also watch the other girls. It wasn’t too full, but it was full enough that there was a bouncer inside to watch us incase a creep came to close. Men could not touch us, unless we instigated touch. Standing near the back by the bar, I watched as Goldie twirled on the bar her legs almost over her head. She was bendable that was for sure. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm; before I could react money was shoved under my nose.
“Please, take me to the back room.” Looking closer at the bill, I noticed it was a hundred dollars. Most lap dances only cost twenty then you had to tip. I gasped and looked at the man; his eyes were huge, as he looked around. The bouncer noticed him touching me and started to walk over. Grabbing the bill I waved the Bouncer away.
“Okay, come with me.” I led him to the back, it was secured, there were two doors, and both were private. The whole time the man was behind me his eyes were darting. Was he being watched, or was he running from someone. Perhaps a wife or girlfriend? I had done this before, but not for this much. Opening the door, he went in before me and I closed the door behind us.
“Thank you for that.” He told me, his voice was sweet, a nice dulcet mix of tenor and baritone.
“Don’t mention it. Now, on to business?” I made it a question, he seemed anxious. Knowing full well that there was a button behind me that I could hit that would turn on a light outside the room. The bouncer would bust down the door and break this guy in half if anything happened.
“You don’t have to dance…really I just needed to…” he paused as he saw my face as though for the first time.
“You are paying me a hundred dollars…just to hide?” I asked him, this made no sense, no one would do that! Generally lap dances lasted ten minutes to twenty depending on pay. But with him, I didn’t mind him staring at me as much. He was handsome, with wide green gray eyes, angular features on top of a lean and not to square jaw, shorter crisp amber colored hair, maybe less then thirty. Couldn’t tell, I was never good on ages.
“Yes, if that is alright.” He told me, there was something also about him, he was serious, and more importantly, he had power behind his words.
“It’s fine, just never had anyone pay me this much…just to I guess…hide?” I questioned him, he shrugged, he wasn’t too tall either. Even as he sat in the chair, I could see that. Maybe just a couple of inches taller then me. Though well muscled, he wore a coat, which was crazy, it was warm in the club.
“Freya is an interesting name?” He made it a question, I shrugged as I leaned my back up against the door. If I wasn’t getting naked for him why should I get close to him?
“I liked it.” He nodded curtly, as though his mind was on something else.
“The Norse goddess of Beauty but also on of the Valkeries, correct?” he asked me, this made my eyebrow go up, chewing on my lip (which was hard for the lip ring on the left side of my lip) I shrugged again.
“Yea…” I whispered I preferred not sounding like a nut to the other girls. They just thought the name was pretty, I didn’t tell them about the true meaning for my name. My mother had been Swedish; she had read to me about the Valkeries, I had fallen in love with them.
“It is a pretty name anyway.” He told me, nodding I turned my head away, this was concerning me. He seemed very sweet why was he running?
“So were you running from a wife or a girlfriend?” I asked him, this seemed to make him pause in his thoughts. For his brows quirked for just a second as though in response.
“Neither…” he whispered, this got me thinking more, so no one that he would tell me about.
“Listen, how long am I supposed to keep you here. Though that one hundred is pretty awesome. I need to dance in a bit.” I told him, I had glanced at the timer, and our minutes were running down. He was chewing on his lip.
“I should be able to sneak out. Thank you for this, I won’t forget it.” He told me as he stood and started to walk towards the door.
“Think nothing of it.” I told him, he smiled at me, something was odd about that smile, not a real one, it was forced…and full of something foreign.
“Thank you Freya.” With that he slipped out of the door, I followed him. Goldie was getting off the stage with a glint of irritation in her eyes. Most likely she had been dancing the whole time. Though it hadn’t seemed like a long time I realized I had spent a lot of time just staring at the stranger. Shrugging, I got back on stage. Though in the same outfit, no one seemed to care. I got good tips, and my body loved the attention.