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Placing the bundle in the dish and reaching into my back pocket to grab my lighter. I flip open the lid and spark the wheel a few times before the flame sparks to life and placing it against one end of the bottle, lighting the smudge. I put my lighter away, and reach up and grab an eagle feather before blowing out the fire and letting it smolder.
Once I have finished the ceremony, I take the burned bundle and leave the barn. My first stop is the base of a spruce tree, where I give back to mother earth.
I am restless. I need to go out and find something to occupy my mind. Maybe even a warm body to sit on my cock. Reaching for my keys, I leave the house and head to my motorcycle. My destination is anywhere in the local town.
This place is like home. I know all the places around, with the exceptions of a few newer ones. Pulling into the local diner, I park and dismount my bike. Food is my first destination and entertainment is my next.
“Welcome to Dinah’s Bistro. Booth or counter?” an older lady asks, her smile bright, but her eyes tell me she is exhausted.
“I’ll take a booth please, beautiful.” I state, smiling as a blush creep across her cheeks. She turns and walks to the left, leading me to the booth at the very back that faces the rest of the restaurant. She places a menu on the table and goes to turn.
“Dinah, I don’t need a menu. Can I have a submarine sandwich with extra meat and cheese? A bottle of Pepsi, and a side of sugar pie.” I ask, sliding into the booth as she turns and places my order in the ticket window.
“That has to be a Sutcliffe order.” A man states, sticking his head out the opening and turning his head to the right and then the left. Then he pulls his head back in and I am left to my thoughts until a plate is placed in front of me and a body slides in.
“Names Jaksin Mackinaw. My Kookum (Grandmother) was Ellora.” He states, offering me his hand to shake. I look at the man in front of me and memories from when I was a kid flash through my mind.
“You and I used to play together at my Kookum (Grandmother)’s cabin. We would always get into trouble by the creek.” I say, watching as he nods his head. We spend the next thirty minutes reminiscing about the past and what we have been up to since we’ve been older.
“So, what is there to do for fun? Maybe even have a place to fulfill a carnal need?” I ask, smirking as Jaksin throws his head back and starts to laugh.
“Club Curve is what you need. Trust me, it’s completely non-judgmental and open to all flavors of desire.” He states, winking at me as he gets up from the table heading back behind the wall into the kitchen.
I stand from the booth and head to the cash to check out, making sure to leave Dianh and Jaksin before heading out to my bike then finding this Club Curve.
Chapter Six
Mae
“Mae, you have a packed house tonight!” Roland states, as he knocks on the exotic dancer door. “It’s all standing room, just like the last two times that you have taken the stage. We have some high ends sitting front and center, waiting for Ms. Irons to brand them with her crop.” He chuckles as he leaves the area.
I came up with the stage name Ms. Irons, as a way to fill confident about me. Dressed all in leather, with a different section that are easy to tear off, slowly revealing intimate parts of my body. When I am done the slow reveal, I am completely on display for every eye in the house to feast on before the curtain is pulled and blocking me from the audience.
“Mae, what music do you have for us today?” DJ Crash asks, rapping his fists against the wall.
“Crash, I am going all independent woman today. Can you please play Natural Woman by Aretha Franklin.” I ask, looking over my shoulder at the beautiful dark man. His body is built like he belongs bouncing bodies out the door, but his energy is absolutely amazing. He is one of my biggest supporters. Even his wife, who often comes into the club to watch, loves me.
“Girl, there will be a lot of tents tonight. See you on stage at eleven, Ms. Showcase.” He says, tapping the wall and leaving the area.
The owner of Club Curve was shocked at the amount of men that craved a curvy female form dancing for them. This is only my first week on the job, and I have already been made the showstopper, and have made enough money to pay a good portion of my dad’s costs off.
The show begins with a few of girls, who have had a thing of two to say to me about being my size and dancing. But they can shove their opinions. The money I make myself and the club is enough to keep my confidence high.
As they walk in off stage, they talk about the crowd. “Did you see that fine-looking man sitting off to the side? I swear he kept adjust himself while looking at us. I bet he would jump at the chance to have a threesome with us.” Cinda states, twirling her hair around her finger.
“Cinda and Ella, if you two continue to act like you did on stage, you will lose your spot and start waiting tables. The display up there was gross and uncalled for.” Roland shouts, barging through the door like he has fire burning his feet.
“Awe, come on Rolly. We were just having a little fun with the dude.” Ella states, using her arms to try and push her breasts together. They always try to get the male attention with their bodies.
Roland tosses his head back and lets out a laugh that would scare even the most confident man. Then he steps closer and lowers his voice, “you dumped the man’s drink over his head, while he was talking to the waitress.” He takes a deep breath and states, “that man was the owners uncle, in town for a board members meeting. You two are done.” Then he turns and storms out of the room.
The light flashes, indicating that the next act needs to get to the stage, has me pushing back my chair and heading out the door. I know that they have probably said something, but I am so focused on my performance.
I take my spot on center stage. My legs spread, head turned toward the DJ booth, hand up to the top hat. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. This is my sign to DJ Crash and the stage crew that I am ready.
“Club Curve welcomes you all to the Showstopper, featuring Ms. Irons. “DJ Crash announces, as the opening chords of Natural Woman begin to play. Swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music. When Aretha hits the first chorus, I take off my hat and throw it to the side. When she sings about being a natural woman, I let my hands glide down my body and rip off the piece that hide my breast, exposing my tasseled nipples. Falling to my knees and crawling toward the center of the catwalk, I grab my crotch piece as I spread my legs and expose my waxed pussy to the crowd. Then the light darkens, allowing me to walk off the stage without people knowing where I was or where I am going.
I collect my outfit pieces and walk to the room, where I can change and get ready to leave. One almost three-minute dance will bring in a ton of money. Something I never thought I’d see myself doing, but loving the confidence the cheers from the audience gives me.
