Forbidden Addiction

Analia Rayne ||

2 years ago

It had only been my second week working at this amazing strip club of mine. Well, it's not mine but I work here now. Imagine owning your own place, all the money you would make. I wanna own something of my own. That sounds nice.

My thoughts kept on lingering as I walk in through the entrance, with my bag hung over my shoulder, and breathe in the air.

Yup.

Alcohol and sweat. My new favorite scents.

As I make my way towards the back, where all the girls get ready, I see my boss Ryle wiping down tables.

"Hey Analia, how are you feeling today?" he grins.

"Hi Ryle, I feel the same way I've been feeling for the past week. Amazing." I say with sarcasm.

"Look I know this isn't "the dream" but make the most of it alright?" I pout my lips out and look at him. "Don't give me that look you practically begged for me to give you this job."

He wipes down the table standing between us. "I had to beg you because you kept saying I was just a child."

That club isn't all that bad. It's newly renovated and more modernized. I like it, kind of why I picked this one instead of the old shady ones where 60-year-old men go to see ass since the 1800s.

Yeah.

There's a couple of poles scattered around the place. There's a total of 8 poles in this place. Two placed on each side of the room surrounded by booths. Between each is just regular booths with, sadly, no strip pole. Where's the fun in that? There's a corner by the bar which also has a stripper pole and an even bigger booth surrounding it. I mean big, as in the size of my ass.

Yeah. My ass is pretty large.

Then finally my favorite place so far is the three poles right in the middle of the room. It sort of looks like a runway but for strippers. It's nice. The floors light up in different colors. Before people start offering for the girls, we all walk in on the stripper runway. One by one. It is a very dramatic entrance, however makes me feel like a badass villain, you know?

The floors are mahogany colored and the walls are pitch black. On the left and right of the walls are 3 rooms each for private sessions. There are even more colored lights everywhere. It adds a really nice vibe to the place. My favorite is when it's pink, really gives it a nice touch. There are no windows just the pitch dark, which gives it such a spooky vibe. Boo.

"I could go to jail and lose everything for hiring a 16-year-old," he yells as I walk off and head towards the other girls.

I yell back. "I guess I'll be seeing you there then."

I salute him before reaching for the doorknob and turning it open. When I walk into the room I got a whiff of different kinds of smells. Vanilla, weed, roses, hairspray, weed, latex, sweat, tears, weed, deodorant, more vanilla, did I mention weed?

"Omg Ana Baby," the brunette girl, with one green and one brown eye and a very large smile creeping onto her face, launches from her chair and gives me a hug.

Charlotte. She was one of my first "friends here", wouldn't really call her a friend. An acquaintance I guess suits her better. She's the one who smells like vanilla I see.

"Come come sit," she ushers me to my seat right next to hers.

The locker room is very nice, well was very nice. I've only been here for a week and I promise the way they look now, is not how they use to look a week ago. Wasn't until all these girls started doing god knows what to them.

Poor lockers. Rip.

It's a pretty spacious room. It fits 20 girls in here. All attached to the walls are makeup vanity's with big lights. Blinding lights, by the way. They all have metal chairs in front. Some are designed for whoever sits there. Everyone had a chance to choose where they sit. So I guess there's assigned sitting. Kind of reminds me of school. In the middle of it, all are the lockers where everyone stores their things.

OH!

There are also name tags on the lockers and the vanities.

Cute.

"I've been dying without you here. All these fake bitches always around you is very tiring," she says as she takes a sit in her chair and applies her lashes on.

"I'm sorry I totally forgot to pack my shit before going grocery shopping so I could just leave right away before I left," I place the bag on my lap. Don't want this bag touching whatever the hell is on the floor. "So then I had to rush and put everything into the bag. I don't even know what I grabbed."

I take out whatever I had put into the bag and placed it on my table. Wait. Wipe it down first. I know I only use this table, but still better safe than sorry. Once, I finish wiping the table I put down the set and throw out the wipe. I reach into my bag and grab my big stompers and place them nicely on the floor.

"Ooo I like those heels you brought. They're very you," Charlotte says as she gets up and takes a step back from the mirror, and admires herself.

Charlotte is the definition of perfect. No, I don't think I'm ugly. I think I'm very pretty, it's just Charlotte. She's beautiful. Her flawless skin flowing with melanin down to her toes. Zero hip dips and lets me tell you. I have a big ass but Charlotte's.. sheesh. That's a big ass. Her hair falls nicely right above her ass. I don't know how she deals with all that hair. I'm not used to it with my shoulder-length hair, clearly.

"I think these might be my favorites. I haven't decided yet," I say.

"You better hurry up and get changed," Charlotte states with a concerned look on her face. "You got 20 mins to get sexy and for me to do your makeup," She emphasized me part.

"What's wrong with how I do my makeup?" I raise my eyebrows questioning her as I start stripping out of my clothes. I always wear sweats and a crop top so I could easily put my set on. Today I chose pink. If you couldn't tell already, I favor the color pink more than the rest of the colors.

"Nothing. You just need something a little more dramatic is all," she flashes me a small smile as she puts her heels on. "Man, I'm never gonna get used to these tall ass heels."

I scoff. I got my little skirt on, that's very short. It rests right where my ass starts and shows a little bit of the pink panties I have paired under. If I were to bend down you could see the cat and I have a feeling she might get loose today. I start taking off my top and look around to make sure no one is looking at me. I know we're all girls and share the same thing but I get a little shy sometimes, can't blame me. I take my bra off and then put on the lace top. The top only covers the milkers on my chest.

The most important part.

Damn, do I look hot. I mentally say as I look at myself in the vanity mirror. I grab the heels, take a seat and slip them on. They're high platformed heels, that give me extra 3 inches to my 5'7 height. Now I'm 6ft tall in these. They have butterflies on the strings that tie around my calves. As I tie them around my legs, Charlotte helps out with my makeup. She didn't lie when she was gonna do dramatic.

I could barely tell who I was when I looked in the mirror. I mean I looked hot... I think? I just didn't look like myself.

Oh, probably wondering what my stripper name is, it's Lia. It's just an abbreviation of my name. Simple.

Charlotte's right you don't ever get used to them. I stand up from the chair and straighten out my skirt. I grab my straightener from my bag and plug it into the outlet. While it heats up I stare at myself. Oh no.

My nerves start kicking in.

Fuck. I can't breathe now.

It never gets easier I always think it will but it doesn't. I always get nervous before a show. Like very nervous. To the point where my chest feels like it's a corset getting constantly tightened till I can't breathe.

Just breathe.

It doesn't go away either, it always just sticks with me. Guess it has separation anxiety from me.

Charlotte notices and shakes me lightly asking "Another panic attack?"

"Huh. Oh yeah," Charlotte helps me sit down and starts doing my hair for me. "Oh no, you don't have to do that for me. I'm not immobile. Unless you don't like how I do my hair also."

She shakes her head giving a light laugh, "It's the only thing I like how you do, I'm just helping you because of you know what."

Charlotte's nice.

"It's not gonna go away," I mutter.

"It never does. It just sticks with me for the rest of the night and I just have to push through it like a big girl," I say as I twist a piece of un-straightened hair. Charlotte yanks the piece out of my hand and straightens it. "All Done."

I give her a small smile as a thank you. I unplug my straightener from the outlet and I let it cool down before wrapping the cord around it and putting it away. I stand up and make my way to my locker and place my bag inside.

You got this.

Just relax.

I can't fucking relax.

Fuck.

You'll do fine. You're hot and amazing, who wouldn't love that? Yup. Not helping.

I make my way towards my vanity. "Maybe this could help," I whip my head around towards Charlotte's voice. Oh. Drugs.

I shake my head lightly. Where's my 'Don't Do Drugs' shirt when I need it?

"Come on Ana," Charlotte makes the white powder into lines. "Just do it this one time so you can calm down."

"I don't know. I've never done drugs before," My nerves just keep getting higher. "Look it's a one-time thing to help you, not like you'll do it again," Charlotte suggests again.

Think again.

One time thing, right? I'll be fine. Kids my age do drugs like this. Worse, they do heroin and mixed shit. They do it for pleasure and for fun, I'm doing it to calm my nerves. There's a difference.

"How do I do it?" I ask looking at Charlotte. A smile appears on her lips. "Like this."

Her head lowers towards the table. She places her right index finger over her right nostril. She tilts her head to an angle, so she could have an easier reach and sniffs in the powder through her left nostril. Hm. She whips her head up and scrunches her nose. Doesn't look too bad.

Charlotte backs away from the white powder and nudges her head towards signifying it's my turn. I push my metal chair towards the white powder, getting a screeching sound from the bottom of it. I look up at Charlotte who gives me two big thumbs up. I do exactly what Charlotte did.

I sniffed the white stuff up my nose.

It hurts. A lot. Holy shit. How does Charlotte do this? How does anyone do this? I whip my head back and scrunch up my nose. It tickles up there.

Feels like my nose hairs are burning off and falling causing it to tickle.

"Yay! You did it," Charlotte says getting up from her chair. "My baby's all grown up," she fakes sniffs.

The doors then barged open. "Girls, it's showtime!" Ryle yells at us.

Everyone in the room starts moving faster and putting on their last-minute touches. But here I am sitting in the chair. I don't feel so bad. My body feels pretty normal. Everything just seems to be moving faster. My nerves seem to be going down. I don't even feel nervous anymore.

Is this what drugs do to you?

I get up from my chair and take one look at myself before heading out.

"No more drugs. It was only this once," I say to myself in the mirror before spraying my perfume. I salute myself and then making my way out.

It was not a one-time thing.