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DANCING GIRL

Trans Stripper and Her Former Crush

A Harborview Story

Clover Cox

CHAPTER 1

Anastacia held her hand around the cool metal pole as a room full of men watched her. She focused on her manicured nails as she relaxed her body to twirl around the pole. She lost herself in the movements, turning upside-down as she slid to the floor, flipping over into the splits at the end. Dollar bills flooded the stage, but Anastacia ignored the money as she got onto her hands and knees to crawl toward the man sitting in front of her. He was a handsome older black man with a gold cap covering one of his teeth. She’d seen him around before, so she felt comfortable getting up close and personal.

Luckily, she wasn’t required to take off her panties. The men didn’t seem to mind as long as they got to see a piece of her behind. She wouldn’t have been nearly as popular as she was if they saw what she had tucked and taped between her legs, but she was lucky enough not to have a bulge that looked any different than a phat pussy.

She dropped her head and twirled her neck in front of the black man before turning her ass toward him so that he could stuff dollar bills into her thong. She moaned and pushed her hands into her hair as his fingers explored the space between her ass cheeks while he gave her more money. She looked around at the other men who watched enviously as the man fondled her.

It wasn’t until her ass was stuffed with cash that she finally moved away, back toward the pole. She pulled the money out from between her ass cheeks while she danced, tossing it down onto the stage. She walked over to the pole and wrapped her hand around it before climbing to the top and sliding all the way back to the ground, following the beat of the loud music. She had done variations of the same dance millions of times before, but she still figured out a way to change it every single time.

There were always new faces in the crowd. People she could look out to when she began doubting herself. The awe in their eyes always lifted her spirit, and there were a few of those guys tonight, but she noticed someone else as she scanned the room. A man who nearly made her lose her grip on the pole and fall to the floor.

She managed not to make an embarrassment of herself, but her heart was racing when the song finally ended, indicating that her time on stage was over. She ignored the man’s gaze as she gathered her bills from the floor and raced away so that the next dancer could take her spot. “Great set,” Paul said when she got backstage. He was the manager of the strip club and was the person who’d given Anastacia a job at The Velvet Tide, Seahaven’s sophisticated strip club. “I got a request for a lap dance. Can you be ready in ten?”

“Yeah, sure.” She usually got requests for lap dancers after her sets, so she didn’t think much of it as she went to the wardrobe to find a different dress to wear. She picked out a white sequence dress that stopped right past her crotch. Men got a little touchier in the private rooms, but she’d been able to keep her secret. Paul only found out that she was trans a few months after getting hired when one of the other girls outed her, but he’d taken the news in stride and let her keep her job.

Once she was dressed in her skimpy white, shimmering dress, she stepped out of the dressing room in her high-high heels. They were over five inches tall, but she walked in them like a master… until she turned the corner and saw her former crush talking to her manager Paul. She recovered quickly, leaning on Paul’s shoulder as she smiled at the man who was supposed to be a stranger.

“Anastacia, this is John. You’ll be giving him a dance.”

Her heart dropped to the pits of her stomach. She and John had been good friends at Seahaven University before she dropped out and moved across the country to Los Angeles. Seeing him again brought back a flood of memories, but she had to stay focused and avoid eye contact. She didn’t want him to see something in her expression that she preferred to keep hidden.

“Right this way,” she said and grabbed John’s hand to lead him to one of their luxurious rooms with plush vinyl furniture.

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