Free The New York Doll by Ellie Midwood Page B

got another Chanel bag from a customer and is very happy about it. She travels all over the states when she doesn’t dance and uploads her bikini pictures on Instagram. Good for her! I guess she’s happy at where she is. A week ago, at the club anniversary, Lexi, another former dancer, said that Megan looks shabby, that she got fat and her hair looks dirty. Megan did get a little chunky, but don’t put the girl down because you are jealous. I honestly never understood Lexi’s thirst for gossip and hostility towards almost all girls. She retired from dancing more than a year ago, after she met her future husband (the president of some company) in the club and married him (or shall I say, made him marry her with a Tiffany ring) after 4 months of dating. Now all she’s doing is spending her husband’s money on shoes, clothes and bags and adds trendy locations she’s been at to her Facebook. Looks like a very pretty picture perfect suburban Jersey housewife life, so how come Lexi is so mad at Megan’s white outfit from Victoria’s Secret that “looks dirty on stage”, or at Megan’s hair with “too much hairspray on it”? It’s hard to believe now, but they were good friends at some point, they went on vacations together and now hate each other with the same passion that they loved each other with before. Because Megan was laughing at how Lexi would die thirsty before she would pay for her own drink and Lexi keeps telling each and everyone how Megan fucked four different guys on that trip. And that’s how, my friends, female friendship dies.
    We both don’t work anymore, but unlike Lexi, who hates even mentioning of her former “career”, I like remembering something good that came out of my “stripper” job. And now, sitting by the bar with Lexi and her invisible husband Kevin, I’m thinking of how much fun I had on Sundays with my good friend Emily, when the club would just open its doors and there were no customers yet… We would change early, do our make-up and hair and go to the main stage to learn some new pole tricks. Emily would get us a couple of Red Bulls from a bartender and we would start the fun.
    - I hate you so much right now! – she would yell at me, laughing. – How did you just do that?
    I drink more Red Bull and laugh too.
    - Look here. Just jump on the pole and slide your legs down, and twist. That’s it.
    I show her the move again. After a couple of shots she gets it.
    - I did it! Did you see? I did it! – when Emily smiles, you can’t help but smile back; she has that little cute doll’s smile that just lights up the whole room.
    - Good job! Now show me that move again, when you put your legs back and turn, - it’s my turn to learn now.
    Customers start coming in and the DJ calls the first girl on the bar stage. We keep fooling around on the main one. I hold the pole tight with my hands and put my legs above my head to slide upside down. It doesn’t look too gracious and it makes me laugh even more. Emily can’t stop laughing too.
    - Oh yeah, baby, that was really hot! – she says, giggling. – Keep doing that and you’ll make a million tonight!
    - Shut up! – I’m wiping my hands on my skirt and hold the pole again, getting ready to do the move again. – You try to do it yourself!
    We both jump on the poles at the same time and do the same routine. Customers at the bar are no longer interested in the girl dancing on the bar stage and look at us instead. Later on we’ll tell them that we are lesbians, we are renting an apartment together and sleep in the same bed. They have no choice but to take us to the room together. Men are stupid, they will pay ridiculous money to see two girls make out. And that’s how we make our first several hundreds tonight.
     
    Chapter 11
     
    I’m celebrating today with a can of a diet Pepsi. As it happened many times before, God interfered and helped me with someone very precious to me. God saved my little baby, my sweet little Chihuahua