Chapter 23 Vignette 22
Mirabel stood in the dressing room, staring at her frustrated reflection. Ladies walked to and fro, half-naked. There were different sizes of as bouncing and brsts jiggling.
She looked at a thin lady beside her, who turned her small as to the mirror and shook her tiny waist.
"How did I get here? How did my decent life turn into this?" Mirabel cried within herself.
Life had been a never-ending struggle for her since the devastating loss of her parents in a fatal car accident. Despite her efforts, she was forced to confront another heart-wrenching tragedy when her only brother succumbed to a debilitating illness, a fate that could have been prevented if only she had the means to afford his treatment.
After that, she left the sickening family house and her evil relatives, to the city where an old friend gave promises of a better future.
Mirabel met Amira, an old mate from elementary school. Amira had changed so much and when she asked Amira the secret behind her sudden glow, Amira told her that all she needed to do was to be in the city. She told her that when you're in the city, you have more chances to improve your life than in the rural area
Mirabel did a lot of menial jobs to save up enough cash that enabled her travel to the city. By the time she got there, she told Amira that she was ready for any kind of job, no matter what it was.
Amira took Mirabel to where she would work henceforth and it turned out to be a club.
Cocktail waitress, busgirl, cleaner, Mirabel guessed her new job to be any of these, but it dawned on her when she was taken to the changing room and given a dozen lingerie sets to choose from.
In the hands of the club manager, she turned around in search of the only person she knew among the sea of unfamiliar faces, but she found Amira already dressed in her own lingerie.
"This is what I do to earn a living- the same one you admire." Amira said, "Hurry up, Mira, you don't want to be kicked out on your first day of work." Amira shifted to the next mirror and started to apply her make-up, never once did she turn to look at Mirabel.
"Come on, Ladies, let's get on stage and show our guests those awesome features of yours." The club manager announced,
The other strippers in the room began trooping out. Mirabel quickly arranged her hair, touched up her makeup and joined the crowd. She knew she had to learn to adapt, and that too, without the help of Amira.
As she walked, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Her dark lingerie only covered her labes and the bra, of course, covered only her nples, and a bit extra part of her full ttties.
Behind the curtains, just before the stage, Mirabel stood still while the swarm of ladies walked past her to the center stage. Mirabel closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, preparing her innocent mind to become wild and adjust to her new environment.
She walked onto the stage with a newfound determination. All eyes were fixed on her as she was the newest, and obviously the most beautiful of all the exotic dancers. Her lighter skin shade made her stand out from the rest of the ebony strippers. Her fleshy thighs and small waist contributed significantly to her curvy figure.
The other girls began to perform around the poles, skillfully spinning and twirling with expertise.
Mirabel was confused on where to start so she went under the spotlight and began to twerk. She did the styles she was familiar with; the one she watched on the television before it was sold to foot some bills after her parents death.
Mirabel whined, she went as low as she could, and performed a stunning split that made the other strippers around to create more space on the stage for her. With everyone away from the stage, Mirabel became the center of attraction.
She noticed the new attention she got, but she didn't stop dancing. In fact, their attentive eyes only increased her energy, and her dancing skills ascended too.
Mirabel cat walked up to a customer's lap and gave him a lap dance. Then she took him by the collar of his shirt and led him onto the stage. As she twerked in front of him, the man's strong, veiny hands clutched her waist and he pushed himself against her, ultimately banging her hot, sweaty as.
The crowd hailed them as they danced with practiced efficiency to the beat of the club music.
Then Mirabel turned her face to the man, seductively moving her body. His hand held her as and he whispered briefly to her ear.
Mirabel nodded and followed his lead out of the stage. There was a lady at the back stage. He gave her some cash and she handed him a key with a placard, "VIP lounge 1"
Mirabel and the stranger got to the VIP lounge and he threw her on the soft, plush, couch but she supported herself with her palms and knees on the seat. Mirabel's hair was disheveled, scattered wildly across her face, and it stuck to her sweaty skin. She tilted her head up to look at the face of the provoked man.
With this position, Mirabel's pssy was in the perfect spot, giving the stranger a magnificent view. He licked his lips and dramatically moved closer to Mirabel, his hand on his member.
He unzipped his trouser, loosened his belt, and let loose the dark and fat demon, which was a substantial evidence to how horny he felt from Mirabel's hot dance on stage.
He held it in his hand and gently stroked it, "You aroused the hardest part of me, now, you will have to satisfy it."
Mirabel was already prepared for this part of her job. She didn't expect to dance the way she did without a single person feeling themselves go hard. She was intentional when she picked this particular man because she watched him hand a bundle of money to one exotic dancer who merely danced as much as she did.
Mirabel adjusted her as and her psy became more exposed. The stranger knelt on the couch. His standing member pointed directly at her hole as he grabbed Mirabel's as and squeezed it like a squishy toy.
He shifted her pant to the side and his fingers grazed her warm pssy. The stranger buried his face in Mirabel's soft as as he began to lick her like an expert.
Mirabel had possessed some self control skills initially, but the stranger's tongue licking and handling every bit of her clt and the outer area of her pssy was so heavenly and it transported her to an inexplicable cloud.
The stranger's dck became even harder each time he heard the soft and gentle sounds of Mirabel's moans. Without warning, he abruptly shove his fat dck inside Mirabel and she screamed at only the first thrust.
The stranger tightened his grip on Mirabel's as and his pace fastened. He fcked her so hard that his face was covered in sweat despite the air condition in the room.
He leaned in, took her full tts in his hand and squeezed them in a manner that triggered louder moans.
One loud bang that caused the stranger's balls to clap loudly on Mirabel's as, and another one, he rudely made sure that his entire length went inside her, and he left it in for a few seconds which felt like hours to Mirabel.
Mirabel's eyes were completely drained by the time he pulled out. He inserted his member again and gave a few fast thrusts before his cm erupted.
He pushed Mirabel down to the couch's seat so that she laid on her stomach, then he kissed her creamy ass- the one that made him release his treasured seeds. After he zipped up his trouser, he pulled out a huge bundle of 100 dollar bills and threw them at Mirabel.
"That is for a job well done!" He grinned and left the lounge.
Mirabel sat up straight on the couch, the bundle in hand. Tears welled up and threatened to fall, but she got rid of it immediately. She stared at the bundle in her hand and instantly replaced her emotional expression with a mischievous grin, "I owe Amira one."