Olivia had taken to the stage much like a cat taking to swimming. Floundering pathetically upon the stage, she was sure that the movements she was making, despite undergoing weeks of training, were just that -unnatural and strange. But if there was one thing Olivia knew how to do, it was to make sure she survived; she needed this job, she needed the money, needed the chance to survive. And as much as she despised the thought, she needed the hit, needed to not be herself, just for a little while.
The stage was lit with strong lights, her eyes narrowing in shock but almost automatically, she sauntered on stage, her legs illuminated by the light and stretched with the heels upon her feet. What her parents would say to her now, she scoffed and with that thought in mind, almost to spite them, she began to dance. Items of clothing fell away, her hair was teased, eye contact was made with each and every single patron sitting in their seats, watching her and the other girls on stage.
They all became one big blur, one pair of eyes the same as the next as she willed herself to forget who she was, what she was doing and why, as the last strap of her bra slid from her creamy shoulders.
Max was sitting at a booth tonight. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels, it was easier than buying glass after glass here. The bottle was expensive as hell but he had few bucks to burn. Business was good, and when you could do things that were less than legal, made those services that much more valuable, and the money would line his pocket, and in turn it would find its way to the coffers here.
Max had just poured another glass and was sipping at it when he heard the music change and the new forms on stage. His dark gaze was drawn to an unfamiliar sight, the one girl was new. Lit in the spot lights, and moving. There was an initial awkwardness in her movements, maybe a bit of the strangeness of the heels, or the newness of the stage, but what was lost in grace, was more than made up for with beauty. Beguiling as she was. He knew already that this girl would be giving him some private attention.
Gesturing one of the waitresses over he spoke of his desire for the dancer to give this special patron a lap dance when she was done.