SWEET DREAMS, TN

“If it’s a hot girl, you get them. If it’s a hot guy, I get them. It’s a win win,” she stated, getting out another slice of pizza to eat while they waited. “It’s not always super great or anything. Most of the time it’s not good at all. At least for me.”

“wish it’s a hot guy then, because i’m gonna jump on one driver’s bones only, don’t wanna disappoint her,” she chuckles at the other. “man, when do you get these lame boys from? because i know some who doesn’t do that.” traci then checks on her phone. “oh, it’s a guy. wish he’s hot, for you.”

“Right. Uber. Maybe it will be a hot uber driver and they will party with us,” she suggested, resting her head against the wall again. “Well then you are a unique unicorn then. Not many people in our age group does that sort of thing.”

“maybe, hope we get a hot one,” she says as she looks at her phone. “oh someone’s coming at...five minutes,” she says as her phone shows a notification, saying her booking got accepted. “well, just leaving like that after such a great time is kinda rude, don’t you think?”

A smile was starting to become a seemingly permanent fixture across her features, going as far widen further, beaming, as that one revelatory word fell so effortlessly from the other’s lips. Babe. Morgan continued to indulge in caffeine, a pleasant bitterness on her tongue, while she listened ever so intently. It was almost intoxicating, the effect Traci’s words had on her, puppeteering her thoughts, regardless she let the words hang there, waiting a few moments with her response. “ I’ll be here when you’re done. “

Jem rolled his eyes. “Of course you do. Why would you look a gift horse in the mouth? She’s definitely into girls and she’s been checking you out this entire conversation.” Someone down the bar pointed at their drink, asking for another one. He got to work making it, while continuing to convince her to go for red dress girl. “I say take it, cause honestly, no one else here as been checking you out as much.”

“i know, i can feel her eyes eating me up,” she smirked, giving the girl in the red dress a wink. traci honestly loved the attention, but she still isn’t gonna make it easy for them. “i’m gonna take it, jem. but you know how i play,” she replies, emptying her glass.

The whole experince was… a lot to process. Reece wasn’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually. Despite her attraction however, she was making mental notes on what she needed to do, trying to imagine herself in the same scenario so that it wasn’t weird later on. “Gotcha, challenge, and tease them.” Would she be able to do that herself? She was never one for teasing, just got straight to business and did what she wanted to do, to get what she wanted. Traci made it look so easy, so it must take some sort of practice. Trying to get back out of her head, Reece began paying attention to the girl again, while also trying to ignore her growing fascination of the body in front of her. The way she swayed her body, the way her hands moved up and down different parts of her body. Traci was definitely good at her job.

traci then leaned her body close to the younger girl, moving her hips slowly against her lap. she hums, running her hand on her body, glancing at reece as she bites her lower lip. her response with her instructions makes her giggle. “you’re...adorable,” she couldn’t help but say. “give me your hands,” the stripper now puts the girl’s hands on her body, the other sliding up to her neck as her movements pick up pace. “let them feel you up, deceive them to finally having it, having you, not with just your body, expression’s still important,” she gasped, having the other’s hand that was on her chest run down to her stomach. “then take it all away,” she says as she suddenly stands up, stepping away from her.

“What are the chances of him being gay? I think they’re pretty slim.” Jem frowned at the thought. “Yeah, the girlfriend’s pretty cute too, but let’s find you someone single and ready to mingle, huh? Girl in the red dress over there looks like your type.” He pointed to the girl he was looking at. 

“pretty slim and it’s such a shame,” traci also frowned, resting her cheek on her palm. “well, it’s not something i wanna get myself into anyways. it’s shame that they’re straight, still,” she shrugged, then looked at the direction jem was pointing at. “she’s...alright, but i’d like a challenge.”

“Yeah, I know, its just I’ve never done this-” Reece gestured to the entire room. “before, clearly, but I’ll be ready for tonight, promise.” She dropped her bag on top of the nearest table taking that moment to breathe; it was only dancing on top of someone, she’d done it to a few boyfriends before, this wasn’t anything different. They were strangers, who didn’t matter to her. And she was getting paid now. “Oh, uh… Yeah, sure.” Not the first lap dance you’re getting either Reece, calm down. She sat down on the chair, hands resting on her lap.

reece actually reminded traci a bit of herself when she was still new to the business, how much of a mess she was that time. “it’s alright, i’m here to help you, anyways. and i do have to get you ready tonight,” she watches the girl taking a moment to breathe. she was thinking of offering her some of her vodka, but after the dance, if it doesn’t work, she’d use it as her last resort. the brunette starts the music and slowly walk over to where the younger girl was seated and leans close to her ear. “first off, give them a challenge,” she whispered, taking her hands and putting them behind the chair. she sits down on her lap, her lips slightly getting closer to the other. “show them only a bit of what they can have. and if they took the bait early-” she turned around slowly, now her back facing the girl. “pull away. touch yourself too, make them wish it was them touching you.”

*2 years ago*

@edenstraci

Reece stepped foot into the empty club, feeling strange being in there when it was completely empty. It wasn’t the first time she showed up so early though; she’d been coming in the past two days to learn the ropes, but she was nervous. Tonight was going to be her first day on the job. How would she do? Would she get a lot of customers? She tried to lock away her questions in a mental box, and walked up to the girl who’d been helping to transition her into the job. She was nice, pretty helpful with questions Reece had about everything that would happen, since she had no experience with strip clubs. “Hey… I”m here.” She smiled, knowing she probably looked as nervous as she felt. She was never great at hiding her feelings, no matter how hard she tried. 

traci left her shift at the coffee shop earlier since she was assigned to teach their new girl how things worked at the club. it was their third day, and so far they’ve worked on the basics, bit of the wardrobe, since the other was set to perform tonight, and the persona. the brunette had taught reece about how she had an alter ego, a mask whenever she’s with her clients. she was just setting up a single chair and a speaker when she heard her footsteps and her voice. “we really need to work on that nerves, baby, i can honestly feel it since you entered the club,” she turns to her with a smirk on her face. “so, ready for you last lesson?,” she says as she takes off her robe. the stripper felt like she needed to use this tactic on the other, get her a close up on how it works. “you’ll be stepping in your client’s shoes, is that alright?,” before the other responds, she says, “sit down.”

“Nah. I don’t. But that’s okay. I didn’t have feelings for my exes before this, so I just have to go back to that. I don’t deserve much more than that,” she said with a shrug. “Weren’t we going somewhere?” she asked, finally vaguely recalling that. “I’m sure plenty of women do the same thing. I’ve done it to them.”

“yes, we are. just waiting for the uber, i don’t want to walk in these streets,” she says as she checks on her phone. traci just shrugged at her words. “well some women, yeah. but they do give some aftercare, i know i do, before i leave them in the mornings.”

               “bold of you to assume i’m getting all worked up when you’re the one who’s so against all of this.” she swats her finger away, and moved back as she folds her arms across her chest. “less talking, more doing. i’ve got plenty of stuff to do than to chit-chat with you.”

Jem poured her glass again, while putting his into the sink. He was tempted to take a second one, but staying sober was probably a good idea. He turned around to look at the guy, not caring if anybody saw him checking him out. Jem gave a smile and a nod to the guy before turning back around. “Cute, but I’m not feeling that beard. His friend looked better.”

“shame his facial hair conceal the beautiful jawline,” she frowned, then takes another swig of her newly-filled glass. “but you’re right, his friend’s cute, and his girlfriend,” traci giggles, wiggling her eyebrow. “i wish your shift’s already over.”

“It totally is. I mean, he wanted me but then he didn’t. And I was such an awful person to him, so why would anyone want that?” she mumbled, feeling more and more sorry for herself. She leaned against a wall, a sad look on her face. “Sex is the easy part. No one wants to stick around for more anyway.”

“that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve better, because you do, even if you don’t believe it,” she looks at her with a smile. traci honestly doesn’t know where those words came from, since she doesn’t believe she deserves better for herself. “that’s very true, with most men, i guess. i’m glad i swing the other way.”

@edenstraci

Jem walked back to his previous spot, grabbed two shot glasses from the rack below the counter and placed them right in front of Traci. “Okay, I need a shot, so you’re taking one with me.” He poured his favorite shot of tequila, and drank it before anybody else working saw it. “Okay, anyway, where were we again?”

“ugh, you know me so well,” she says in reply, taking a shot with the bartender in front of her. traci frequents this place almost every night, being each other’s eye to search through the crowd for a potential hook up. “hot guy at your eleven o’clock, what do you think?”

                “i think you got this all wrong.” she was pissed, not having any of the bullshit that she’s throwing at her. “honestly, i don’t care if you’re exclusively for women only. the moment you walked in here, is also the moment that left you no choice but to do whatever the hell i want you to: and that’s juicing out the information from that old man.” she walked an inch closer to her, making sure authority was radiating off of her and a little peek at the knife on her leg would cause a little intimidation. “so, if i were you, we’d spare each other the bullshit and just do as i say.”

“I don’t think I need a wingwoman. I’ve been getting lots of dick lately. I’m pretty sure I got fucked at this party,” she stated, a confused look on her face as she tried to think. “But no more love or relationships for me. No one wants me anyways.”

“well that’s just not true,” she replied, tilting her head to the side. “though what you said is true, you won’t need anyone to help you get laid.”