Post by brooke on Dec 18, 2012 20:49:32 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" The music was blaring, making the floor nearly vibrate. Brooke had gotten over the stage fright a few years back. She'd been doing this about three years now, every night was something a bit different. She made good money though. So she didn't complain too much. She was able to afford a decent apartment and support herself, even though she drove a crappy car. She was putting money away, because she wanted to go back and get her GED, and possibly go to college. She knew she couldn't be a stripper forever, but you never know. Nobody would want to see an eighty year old woman stripping. She was the only red head in the line up tonight, she was going on stage with three other blondes. So she felt that kind of made her stand out - which she hoped would result in her making more money. She didn't mind the slower nights, but she only worked four nights out of the week. A decent amount, but still. Her morals where beginning to go beyond her job. She liked dancing, but she was starting to not like the way people who knew what she did looked at her. Hence, why she didn't tell many people anymore. She wasn't really proud of it, getting looked at like a piece of meat by every guy - and some girls - that she saw , or rather, saw her. Once her routine started she was pretty into the moment. She was good at what she did, and as far as she thought dancing was about the only thing she was good at. She was pretty hard on herself when it came to that. She strived to be the very best at everything and she just wasn't. She was trying to get good at horse riding but she had already bit the dust twice. She was too proud to ask for lessons, so that was probably her problem. It was hard to teach yourself something like that. Near the end of her routine, a guy by the stage was trying to get her attention. She laid down across the stage, purposely pushing her chest forward slightly, smirking at him. " What's up bay-bee?" She was always a bit of a tease when it came to things like that, and although the guy had the typical hunger in his eyes he seemed to want something else. "Can you give my friend over here a lap dance? I think he would really appreciate it." The guy asked, and Brooke nodded and got back up. Her routine was over so it was alright. She got down off the stage as the guy starting leading her towards his friend. |