Post by Æschere on Aug 4, 2008 22:07:38 GMT -5
One simple step into a city strip club easily turned Natalie Sykes from a twenty-year old mom pretending to only work at Victoria's Secret to Natalie Beckett a stripping goddess often called Sexy Becksy. The club was near empty considering it was only nine thirty P.M. and it rarely got busy before ten or eleven. The few men already there stopped to stare, mostly because it was rare to see Natalie here with clothes on. She gave a few smiles, flipping her hair before walking into the door that led to the stairs to the upper story. She quickly ran up, nearly hitting Jen on the way up. She slowed to a walk and began to talk to her friend, all the way until they had to go to their seperate rooms. Natalie had her own personal dressing, or undressing room. While Jen, Rachel, and two other girls shared their own. The third was for the cage dancers, one of which was Mandy.
Natalie's dressing room was decorated with posters of her, some censored, some not, all over the walls. Around her huge mirror were taped pictures of Toby, Jake, and some of her friends. She smiled as she opened up her sweatshirt, revealing the skimpy black bra that never remained on for more than five minutes. She slid off her black jean mini-skirt, revealing a G-String. She smiled to herself as she sat down in front of her vanity, putting on some pink/red lipstick, followed by some clear lipgloss for shine. She put on some smokey eyeliner before fixing up her hair a little and starting to walk out of the room, stopping to look at the pictures of Jake before she left. She felt bad lying, especially to Jake, but she didn't think he'd take it too well. She kissed one of the pictures quickly and then walked out. She walked to the second story stage entrance, opening it slightly to make sure the other girls were already out there. She saw them but decided to wait a moment.
Finally Natalie stepped out, giving a sexy look to the men gathering around. The noise definately grew louder as she came out but that was normal. Natalie was pretty well known here. She smiled sexily at the whistles the crowd gave her, taking her time down the stairs as she put her hands to her bra straps, fiddling teasingly with it as if asking the crowd of men if she should or should not take it off. She knew what they wanted though. She looked around as she slowly began to lower it, expert at this. She was only warming up. Though as soon as she actually started to take it off, she stopped, staring out at the crowd, gaping. She ignored the harsh whispers of "Natalie!" from the fellow strippers. She kept her gaze on one spot, looking at one man in particular, in shock and anger.
Natalie's dressing room was decorated with posters of her, some censored, some not, all over the walls. Around her huge mirror were taped pictures of Toby, Jake, and some of her friends. She smiled as she opened up her sweatshirt, revealing the skimpy black bra that never remained on for more than five minutes. She slid off her black jean mini-skirt, revealing a G-String. She smiled to herself as she sat down in front of her vanity, putting on some pink/red lipstick, followed by some clear lipgloss for shine. She put on some smokey eyeliner before fixing up her hair a little and starting to walk out of the room, stopping to look at the pictures of Jake before she left. She felt bad lying, especially to Jake, but she didn't think he'd take it too well. She kissed one of the pictures quickly and then walked out. She walked to the second story stage entrance, opening it slightly to make sure the other girls were already out there. She saw them but decided to wait a moment.
Finally Natalie stepped out, giving a sexy look to the men gathering around. The noise definately grew louder as she came out but that was normal. Natalie was pretty well known here. She smiled sexily at the whistles the crowd gave her, taking her time down the stairs as she put her hands to her bra straps, fiddling teasingly with it as if asking the crowd of men if she should or should not take it off. She knew what they wanted though. She looked around as she slowly began to lower it, expert at this. She was only warming up. Though as soon as she actually started to take it off, she stopped, staring out at the crowd, gaping. She ignored the harsh whispers of "Natalie!" from the fellow strippers. She kept her gaze on one spot, looking at one man in particular, in shock and anger.