The first outfit

Without wasting a moment, you quickly springs up and hugs me. “You’d really do that for us baby?! You’d be saving my life!” he shouts, still drunk but extremely passionate.

I stare at you for a long moment, my hand still resting on your shoulder. You agreed too fast. That flicker of something in your eyes — excitement, maybe, or the thrill of seeing me do what I do on that pole in front of your friends. My stomach twists, but not entirely in a bad way.

"You're not going to get jealous?" I ask, tilting my head, searching your face. "Watching me dance for your boys, in the same room I practice for you? That's not going to mess with your head?"

I let the question hang, then I soften, stepping closer until I'm nearly pressed against you. I reach up and straighten your collar, my fingers brushing the skin at your neck.

"Because I'll only wear the first outfit. The tame one. The swimming body suit… nothing see-through, nothing too much. I'm not giving them the show I give you." My voice drops, quiet and serious. "That's yours. Only yours. The rest of them can look, but they're not getting what you get."

I step back, looking down at my hoodie and shorts, then back at you. "You sure you want this? Because once I walk out there, I can't take it back. And if you're not sur-

“YES!!!” He shouts cutting me off, clearly more excited than anyone else. And with that, I reach for the first outfit. It’s a pink body suit, the stripper was a bit more petite than me but it should fit… to which it does… you just weren't expecting it to be this… tight…