Post by Dawn V on Jun 17, 2014 22:45:11 GMT -6
The hair was dry staring in the mirror at her self at the salon she sighed. Black it was depressing she looked so plain to her self, it had been blown dry and done in loose curls. Her eyebrows matched and had been reshaped, she sported a fake cheek piercing and earlier had sat through a three hour session as a friend had helped her cosmetically cover her tattoo. The tiny needles injected a body friendly slowly dissolving make up under the skin to hide the ink long enough for her undercover trip. She could have been any one and her fake ID said she was Jakesha Luckett, lucky shed get to pick a stage name. This was going to suck not only would she have to get on a pole after all these years she'd have to deal with ratchets and drugs on a more personal level.
In the car she borrowed having lent them her truck, and driving over to the place. It was mid day and dead a she expected when they buzzed her in. She scratched at her arms complete with needle marks, and looked around nervously. The manager looked at her and asked if she had ever danced before, she nodded and gave some long closed down club in NY, giving him a sob story about trying to be famous and getting strung out. He nodded and listened, but couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts which were barely covered in a ill fitting bra and tank top. Ever the consummate actress D leaned in and rubbed her hand on his groin. He hired her on the spot and said she needed to work the night if she wanted to go home and get something to wear or he had some stuff in the office that might fit if she didn't mind getting naked in front of him. That thought made her skin crawl, in her head it was taking one for the team. She told him she had some things and went to the car to get her bag, in it were some basic panties and bras nothing fancy so she didn't blow her cover or make a target out of her self with the other girls.
Later that evening as she took the stage to the dj calling for Jada, strutting in a pair of well worn clear and black heels and black lace to much wooting and hollering she took in faces it was a packed house and almost all the men were wearing Vipers cuts. She literally was in the vipers den and, for once the normally bad ass biker girl was just a little nervous and more then a little worried.
In the car she borrowed having lent them her truck, and driving over to the place. It was mid day and dead a she expected when they buzzed her in. She scratched at her arms complete with needle marks, and looked around nervously. The manager looked at her and asked if she had ever danced before, she nodded and gave some long closed down club in NY, giving him a sob story about trying to be famous and getting strung out. He nodded and listened, but couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts which were barely covered in a ill fitting bra and tank top. Ever the consummate actress D leaned in and rubbed her hand on his groin. He hired her on the spot and said she needed to work the night if she wanted to go home and get something to wear or he had some stuff in the office that might fit if she didn't mind getting naked in front of him. That thought made her skin crawl, in her head it was taking one for the team. She told him she had some things and went to the car to get her bag, in it were some basic panties and bras nothing fancy so she didn't blow her cover or make a target out of her self with the other girls.
Later that evening as she took the stage to the dj calling for Jada, strutting in a pair of well worn clear and black heels and black lace to much wooting and hollering she took in faces it was a packed house and almost all the men were wearing Vipers cuts. She literally was in the vipers den and, for once the normally bad ass biker girl was just a little nervous and more then a little worried.
