CHAPTER 23 - JANE (parallel universe)
The finishing touch of my makeup has just been applied, and my long lashes are fixed too. I'm being attended to by three different makeup artists that work here in the nightclub and they've been over my face for almost an hour now. As much as this is my every night routine, this part still gets tiring.
My butt is beginning to feel tingly from sitting for so long. It's only gonna be a matter of minutes before I snap at them. I hope they get done before then.
A knock comes on the door and I turn my head in its direction. This is my private dressing room so whoever knocks has to be looking for me. My eyes lit up with excitement as my best friend, June walks in. As much as my dressing room is off-limits to most people, June isn't one of them.
As a top-notch stripper in this nightclub, I have earned much respect and pampering over the one year I've worked here. June also has earned the freedom to come in here at will, even though she doesn't work here. Being my best friend gives her enough rights.
She's looking slutty tonight like every other night she comes to hang out here in the nightclub. But tonight, there's a bold edge to her dress. She's clearly here for the dicks.
Lace black crop top that displays every bit of her boobs. Lacy shorts that show her pink G-string. Black knee-high boot. She's surely going all out on her birthday night.
"June. Thank goodness you're here. I was beginning to get bored." I say with a pout, stretching a hand at her.
"Don't be such a crybaby." She laughs, taking my hand as she stands beside me.
"How do I look?" I beam, admiring my dolled-up face in the mirror. I'm wearing purple-hinted makeup, to sync with my purple wig. I pout my lips, loving just how kissable they look.
"You look more ready to kill than I am." June teases, nudging me with her butt.
"That's a lie." I laugh, batting my long lashes and loving every feel of it. "I might be a stripper but you sure as hell look hotter than I am."
"Well, if you got it, why not flaunt it, right?" She giggles, shaking her ass. "Thanks again, for these shoes. I love them."
"I'm glad you do." I smile at her. Yeah, the black knee-high boots are my birthday gift to her. I, more than anyone, know how much she adores knee-high boots.
"I had to stuff my bra a little to get my boobs a bit perkier. "It isn't so obvious, is it?" June says, grabbing her boobs and giving them a firm squeeze.
I muffle my chuckle as I glance at the three make-up artists, they are trying so hard not to look at her. One of them is a guy, and I can see how flushed he looks. June certainly is the most inconsiderate.
"You can leave now. Thank you." I mutter to three of them. They nod and leave the room. "Get it together, June. You almost got our guy hard."
"Well, that was the plan. Don't you see how gorgeous he looks? I bet his dick will be worth the seduction." She winks, pulling a chair and sitting next to me. We're both staring into the mirror.
"June. Stop it. He has a girlfriend." I slap her arm playfully.
"Ouch." She groans dramatically. "So what if he has a girlfriend? Being married or having a girlfriend doesn't mean you gotta give up on having some wild, good fuck elsewhere. Partners get boring, you know."
"I guess you're right," I say softly, lowering my gaze. Memories of my day at the office rush into my mind, and again, I get goosebumps recalling when my boss forced himself between my thighs.
"Jane. Hey!" June screams in my ear, startling me back to consciousness.
"Uh. Sorry. "What were you saying?" I quickly mutter, forcing a smile.
"Is something wrong?" She asks, fixing a bit of my wig behind my ear so she could get a better look at my face.
"No. No. I'm okay. Just a bit nervous for the show." I lie, applying more lip gloss to my lips. Not that I need more, but I'm just too nervous to stay still.
I'm yet to tell her about my boss and his insane, erotic proposal to me. I still can't believe he even proposed that. I still can't wrap my head around it.
"That's a huge lie. You've never been nervous about a show. You are the most confident stripper who knows just what to do around a pole. So don't feed me such crappy lies." June says firmly.
I try not to glance at her, as I drop the lip gloss. I just might ruin my perfect makeup if I keep up with it.
I can't tell any more lies 'cause I'm sure she'll see through them. She knows me too damn well. And right now, I regret it a bit.
"If you don't wanna tell me, then that's fine. I'll just stop bugging you about it."
"No. It's not that I don't wanna tell you. It's just–" I sigh, standing and pushing my chair back. I stroll to my hangar to discard my robe.
"Just what?" June persists. I can feel her eyes heating my back. I turn around and damn right, she's got her eyes fixed on me.
"Just horrible. It was fucking horrible, girl!" I sigh, facepalming myself. "Thinking about it still makes my skin crawl."
"What happened? You've got me all curious, and you're still not saying shit. Go ahead and spill it. What happened?"
I stare at her, biting my lips, fighting to get the words out.
"Did you lose your job?"
"God, no. But I might. It's hanging by a thread now."
"Why?" She stands, coming closer to me, crossing her arms over her chest.
I inhale deeply, deciding to say the words. So yeah, here goes nothing.
"My boss wants me to be his mistress."
"What?!"