November 23rd, 2004 ✎ Diego & Carmen (flashback)
Finishing her dance routine (that is, if one could call a striptease and a handful of sexual movements ‘dancing’), Carmen got off stage and headed into the backstage. Removing her clothes in front of complete strangers was hardly enjoyable for her, but at this point she was used to it and once she gathered some courage and swallowed her pride she was able to do so without feeling sick or mortified. Quickly slipping into a slingshot bikini the woman stepped outside and got ready for another few hours of giving lap dances and getting guys to buy her drinks.
As she stepped back into the club scene she rolled and undulated her hips, which was quite impressive considering the height of the heels she was wearing. “Hey, Lola!” She heard a familiar voice calling her by her stage name, and turned around to see James, a cop and a regular client at the club. “Hey, love.” She smiled at him, moving towards him and his four friends, all in uniforms. “You were great on stage.” He complimented, handing her a 20 dollar bill. “Anything for you, babe.” She replied sweetly, folding the bill around a garter on her right right. As a woman who’s been in a relationship with the same guy for almost a decade it was weird for her to call men by nicknames, but when she was working she was merely playing a role.
“Can you do me a favor?” James asked, gesturing to the guy sitting beside him, who seemed like he’s currently experiencing the shock of his life. “Little Diego here needs to chill out, could you help him with that? Maybe take him to the private room?” He smirked as he and the other three men put some money on the table, sliding it to her. 150 dollars, damn! “If there’s anything I know how to do-” She flirted, bending over to make the first eye contact. “It’s making men feel comfortable.” She raised a suggestive eyebrow, straightening her back. “Your first time at a strip club?”
