It's halloween, so of course everyone is in costume,so super sexy, super scary...or super ridiculous. Two days before halloween i got a call from a strip club in my hometown, asking me to make a guest appearance, since i hadnt worked there in almost three years. Not having much better to do at my university other than watching all of my friends get drunk, i accepted the offer, and made plans for my costume. On every halloween, the dancers get to pick a choice costume, and its required they wear a mask. Most girls usually picked being a sexy cop, or construction worker,or mostly tried to copy the playboy bunnies, but i always try to make my costumes unique. This year was no different. I had made it myself, as a teenager i was an assistant costume mistress at a local ren.fair, and had become pretty handy with a needle and thread. Going home was wierd for me, my family and i dont really talk since i moved out when i turned 18. But i wouldnt mind making a few hundred dollars for a few hours of dancing.
When i walked into the strip club two days later with my geisha costume, a silver and dark blue kimono i had made that barely covered thighs, with strappy stilettos. For the fall season i had died my hair a chocolate brown and pulled it half way up, the rest was a tumble of curls trailing down my back. For my mask i had decided to to go with a sharp black eye piece with silver bordering. If i may say so, i looked pretty damned good. The other girls, some i knew from my early years of dancing, and others who had came since i taken my leave, all complimented me on my costume and its originality. Happy with myself, i applied my last touches of make up and slid the mask carefully into place. As i made my way for the stage entrance, i could her Robby, the club owner, announcing my presence to the audience. "And now, for your sensual pleasure, i bring to you our one and only geisha, Always!"
I could feel my blush rise in my cheeks as people started clapping and whistling. I worked my new routine with a fresh vigor, undulating my body like no one else in the club could do. I had a way with music, letting my body move in the carnal way that threw out civility and morals. With expert hands i grasped the pole slid down with the perfect finesse that was almost feline. The audience was going crazy, dollars, fives, and even twenties were waving in the air, begging for my g-string to take them. But before i went to retrieve them, i sensually untied the belt and let my kimono slide to the floor, revealing my perky breasts and my flat stomach, making the crowd, pardon the cliche, go wild.
I finished my dance, letting the money slide into my undies as was protocol and finished my dance. The crowd was begging me to come back, but as a guest appearance i was limited to only one dance. I left that night with a boost of confidance,and a happy halloween.