Music
Sophie adjusted her diamante encrusted push up bra so her man-made breasts were shamefully on display and leaned back to survey the finished result.
“Not bad girl, not bad.” She murmured to herself moving back to the brightly lit mirror to inspect her immaculate make up.
She sang along as the faint strains of Madonna’s ‘Crazy for You’ filtered through the dressing room and quickly rubbed scented shimmer lotion onto her shapely legs.
“Soph! Mark’s looking for you. You’re up next.” Marina, the elderly house mother of Eden, called out.
“Ok ok. I’m ready. Just got to nip to the loo.” Sophie said as she zipped along to the bathroom. She deftly chopped out two lines of cocaine and sniffed it, throwing her head back and pinching her nose while blinking rapidly.
Sophie closed her eyes as the drugs became to curse into her system and snaked her hand around her dainty neck.
When she wasn’t gleefully counting her stacks of cash after work, she often wondered what her life had become.
She had drifted away from her true vocation as a classically trained ballet dancer and had ended up stripping at Eden in London’s East End for the past 18 months on the advice from a friend.
Rated the best club in London from the secret sect of financial high flyers, solicitors and local villains all eager to distract and distance themselves from reality.
Sophie meant to stay there for three months, six tops just to tide her over as her bills went into the red but the allure of tax free cash kept her hostage.
Her youthful beautiful exotic looks could not be denied by anyone but it was her innocence coupled with the way she danced with unabashed abandon was most commented on and kept the customers riveted.
She was Eden’s top girl; she knew it, the punters knew it and the other dancers knew it.
Long black hair hung straight past her shoulders and grazed her pert bubble bottom. Her huge almond shaped eyes, courtesy of her Korean mother and Ghanaian father, were like dark pools of tar. It was only her slight muscular thighs and now surgically enhanced breasts that differentiated her body from a runway model.
Her love of dance and music had seen her unsuccessfully try to break into the saturated market of burlesque dance. She naively assumed her looks, lithe body and fierce love of burlesque would land her gigs.
“Sophie!” Marina banged on the door. “You’ve got 30 seconds to the floor, your song is about to start.”
“Shit! Sorry M.” Sophie raced past the knowing eyes of Marina only stopping to shove her purse deep into her bag and grab her bowler hat before continuing through the stage door.
She nodded to the compere before taking a deep breath and shaking out her hair in the shadows of the stage.
“Gentlemen please welcome Eden’s number one girl…. The one, the only: Shannon Lee!”
The start of Prince’s ‘Little Red Corvette’ began as Sophie strode on stage to thunderous applause.
Pouting and prowling she undulated to the sensual beat.
‘Love em and leave em fast’
She threw her head forward, her hair fanning her face, gyrating her hips in a figure of eight.
‘Little red corvette. Baby you’re much 2 fast’
Sophie dropped to her knees, dipping her head coquettishly as she squeezed her breasts together.
‘But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right
And you say, baby, have you got enough gas’
She crawled on her knees to the front of the stage mouthing the words flirtatiously.
The audience blurred as she gave herself to the music, riding the rhythm.
‘Baby you’re much 2 fast’
She threw her head to each side mimicking orgasm as she petulantly stared out to the faceless crowd, unseeing just doing.
Two of the dancers sat with two clients who had immediately ignored them when Sophie had come out.
“She never takes anything off. She just plays with them, flipping poses and that’s it.” Sniffed one staring enviously at the stage.
“Yea, I know but they bloody love it don’t they. Pricks.” The other muttered, downing her warm white wine.
‘U got 2 slow down. Little red corvette’
Sophie dragged her hands up her body, a devilish smile dancing on her lips. She knew the effect she had on others and loved it but she loved music more. It was her life, body and soul- she was married to it.
‘Cuz if you don’t, you gonna run your body right into the ground
Right into the ground.
Right into the ground’
