Exotic stripper

"Since you love so much to be the center of attention, let see how you do on a stage, under the public gaze. Your body will be your main source of income, so your mind doesn't need much, and your look must lose its innocence and purity."

Gina looked around, surprised by the voice coming from nowhere. But before she could say anything, the room spun around her and when she looked in the mirror again, she was incredibly shocked.

Her look drastically changed. She was wearing a ridiculously skimpy sailor uniform, her breasts were huge and clearly fake, she had tattoos and was wearing heavy colorful makeup.

"What the fuck?" She shouted in disbelief.

Even the surrounding room had changed, from her bathroom to a changing room with half naked women putting on or taking off skimpy clothes. One of them came to her, a tall blonde girl in platform heels.

"It's your turn, Gin Fizz."

"My turn?"

"To dance, dumbass. Try to focus a bit."

The blond dragged her, and Giny tried to follow as best as she could in her stiletto heels. She was brought to a curtain hiding a door and pushed through it.

"Welcome, to our new girl, Gin Fizz! A taste of exoticism and a big chunk of sexiness!" A presenter announced through speakers.

The room was filled with mostly men, looking at her, drinking and lusting, while she was on a long stage with a pole at the end. Music started to play and Giny knew what she had to do... She had to dance. In fact, she could have run away, but somehow that didn't come to mind.

Giny started dancing, clumsily, since she never did anything like that. Some of the spectators didn't seem happy about it, and others even laughed at her.

"Didn't you take some dance class before this? Move that ass!"

"Show me your tits, at least!"

It was so humiliating, and the look of lust and crass horniness, was making her... aroused... somehow. She was the center of attention, they were all there, watching her, the reason didn't matter. She took off her clothes as the song went on, moved around the pole, squeezed her fake tits, showed her ass and pussy. Money came, not much, but the guys threw her bills or put some in her fishnet stockings. It was humiliating, but also arousing, undressing herself in front of everyone to keep their attention to her.

As the song ended, Giny grabbed her clothes, the bills and run backstage. There, she was welcomed by another stripper, shaking her head.

"You need to improve your dance, that was... not good. How much did you get?"

Giny took the bills she grabbed on the floor and the ones in her fishnet stocking. It was mostly $1 bills.

"1, 2, 3, ... 8. I made $8!" She counted.

"If you learn to dance well, you could do five times that amount. Maybe ten, with a body like yours."

Giny tried to figure out how much she could make per dance, but she had a hard time to remember five times eight. It was basic math and yet, it took her half a minute to figure out that number. It wasn't like she was dumb, but more that she couldn't remember, stuffs from school. Where is France? No idea. When was founded the USA? Long ago.

"Maybe you should do some waitress work before going back on stage, or you'll lose money."

Giny was conflicted, working as a waitress didn't bring much attention. But the girl was right, she needed to dance better... She was wondering what to do, when she realized that it wasn't what she should be worried about. The words she heard earlier, being the center of attention, more body than brain, it was what happened to her. She wanted to get back home.

"Where is the phone?" She asked.

"Uh? There."

Giny went to the phone and called her mom. Hearing her voice, she realized she didn't know where she was.

"Hi, mom? Can you pick me? I'm..." She started to say, before making a move to catch one of the girl's attention.

"No, honey, you chose this. You pushed away everyone trying to be big, but now that things don't go your way you ask for help? You have to learn how to fall before you learn how to fly. I'm sorry, honey, but I won't help you this time, if you want to go home, do it by yourself."

With that, she hung up, leaving Giny shocked. Her mom ignored her and even told her it was her fault she was in that situation, like she wanted this. She needed to go back home by herself? Ok then. The young woman went to her bag, she recognized, somehow, and picked up her phone. It was cracked and cheaper than what she was used to. Looking into her back account, she got the bad surprise to see her account in bad shape. She had $3 in her back account.

"Why I am so poor!" She complained.

"Watcha ta'kin' about?" A girl next to her said. "You took a big loan to get yo'self those babies, so ya get mo' attention from guys."

She pointed at her fake tits, weighting on her chest.

While it made sense, that was a terrible realization. So much money spent on something she never needed and that she, now, needed to refund. But there was no sign of a loan.

"What bank do I need to pay?" She asks, after a long though, on how to ask it.

Even her English was bad, she couldn't remember difficult words.

"Bank? No, bank will give ya cash, bitch. It's Mike, he paid for ya surg'ry."

"Mike?"

"Mike, tha boss of tha club, ya dumbass!"

Great, she owed money to a pimp or something... She better work, then, or things could get ugly. That kind of dude wasn't known for their patience and kindness. So, Giny left the backstage and told the barman.

"I'm taking orders!"

The barman gave her a strange look before saying.

"Oh! You're doing service! Here, take your notepad."

He gave her a notepad and she walked to the tables confused. Why would she need a notepad? But that question was answered pretty fast, she had a shitty memory. So she had to write everything asked.

The job in itself wasn't really hard, but she was being groped all the time, her ass was so often slapped that she could still feel the hands on it. It wasn't even the most annoying part. Not being on the scene, net being watched, she missed it, a lot. She was feeling invisible, unimportant. The curse was really giving her a hard time, and at the same time, she craved the thrill of the promiscuous dance.

At the end of the night, as the bar closed, she made some money with the tips. But then, a man came to her, tall and muscular.

"You're still not ready for the pole, uh? How much did you make, Gin Fizz?" He told her.

Reflexively, Giny took out her money and he grabbed it, counting the bills. He then gave her back very few of them.

"Thet'll do for now, but if you want to refund me some day, you'll need to earn real money."

So, that was Mike...

"Ok, I'll work!" She answered meekly.

He nodded and she quickly walked away. The bar was closing, but she didn't know where she could go when one of the strippers, a black girl with pink hair, asked her.

"I suppose, I drop you home?"

"Yes! Thanks!"

Giny followed her to her old Ford, and they drove out of the redlight district to a neighborhood of small houses. The girl, who Giny think, was called Betsy, stopped in front of a house. Giny walked out with a goodbye and her friend left.

She walked to the house, the door was open.