getting off.

Cold air and fishnets do not mix. But when you've spent most of your life in little to nothing, you eventually learn to ignore the fact that your cooch is pretty much freezing to death. Running in five inch heels, a pair of black leather Brazilian-cut boy shorts, and a leather jacket didn't help much either. For the millionth time this year, Miliani Bledel was late for work. But the pulse in her neck hadn't sped up simply because she was late. It beat like a caged animal trying to escape all because Benny would be waiting for her. The boss used his big,, strong hands to do things that weren't pleasing in the least. He'd make sure she paid for every minute she was late doing something very unpleasant. It'd all start off with a smile that soon led to her lack of air from him choking her and then she'd be pushed onto the stage gasping for breath. But the buck doesn't stop there. The red haired girl had better put on one hell of a show or else Benny's fist would beat black and blues on her pretty little face. So she hurried as fast as she could and raced past Aaron, the alley way bouncer. She had to feel her way through the dark in order to find the back entrance to the ladies dressing room. Girls were everywhere! It was like this dressing room alone had all the tits in the world inside it. Big tits, small tits, triangular tits! You name it and they were there jiggling in all their glory. A very tanned pair of breasts came quite close to Mimi's face as she rummaged through her locker for her favorite mask. 

“Looking for this?” said a voice that could only belong to one very big girl. Miliani glanced up to find her red satin mask dangling from the thin fingers of what should have been a drag queen but was only Genevieve. The girl in question was 6'1” with ass and tits to make any man cry for mercy. She should have been trying out for women of major muscle but instead chose to spend her days stripping and trying so very hard to get into Mimi's V-string. “Benny says you have a birthday to attend to tonight lover. He left you a little present.” The larger girl bit her lower lip and leaned in further so that if Mimi made any sudden movements, she'd come face to nipple in no time. But instead of moving towards them, the smaller girl simply nodded her head and leaned away from the “boobies of doom.” She felt herself slipping into the face she'd often put on in order to get things done whenever Genevieve was involved. Mimi stood and closed the small distance between her and the other woman. At 5'4”, 5'9” in the heels, that put her face just above Genevieve's breasts. She breathed heavily out of her nose so that the air would hit the other woman's chest. Surely enough she reacted to Mimi almost immediately. The smaller girl then proceeded to lean even closer to Genevieve until their lips nearly touched. “Thanks,” she said as she grabbed her mask and left Genevieve standing alone, breathless, and a little confused. She bounded towards her mirror and spotted her so called present. What the hell does he want now? Said package was actually a large, black satin pouch that looked more like an evil Santa Clus had used it to deliver her gift. But it wasn't Christmas and as far as she knew Santa didn't exist.

“Well don't just stare at it! Open it already! I wanna see.” Connie Summers had been Miliani's friend since the day she'd entered into the life. Both girls had been picked up the same day and even had similar family history. Drunken mothers, dead beat dads, and a boyfriend who used force rather than kindness o get into a girls pants. Mimi smiled up at her blond haired friend and pulled the pouch from her vanity onto her lap. She quickly pulled at the golden sash around it and dug in while Connie read the card that went with it. “To my little red devil. Diamonds may be a girl's bestfriend but nothing says I love you like gold and pearls.” Connie bounced up and down in her blue and white polka dotted outfit. “Come on doll face! Open pull the shit out! ” It seemed Mimi had hesitated far too long because Connie, being the nosey tramp she is, pulled the pouch from her lap and emptied its contents on Mimi's Vanity table. Both girls stared in awe as they took it all in. Even the other girls in the dressing room had stopped their conversations to stare. Before them was a gold antique bra that was lined with white feathers and pearls. The bottom piece to it was a pair of metallic god boy shorts with white feathered tails connected to the back of it. The last three items to be pulled from the bag were a mask, a bustier, and a pair of cream colored heels. Everything, except the shoes, was matched perfectly to the “T.” All Mimi could do was stare open mouthed at it all. What the fuck had she done to deserve this?! The girl had expected a slap on the face and a few punches not Vegas style show girl attire. She blinked wildly at it for several moments before she looked up at Connie and said, ”Help me curl my hair.” 

Thrity one minutes later and Miliani was all set to go out onto the stage. She stared at herself in the mirror and twirled before it. The other girls in the room were whispering amongst themselves. Their jealous stares and heated whispers only made the smile on her face widen. “I could get used to this,” She said to Connie, who was now lacing the back of her bustier and trying very hard not to tie her hair in too. “But I'm scared that this means I'll be in deep shit later.” Benny never awarded bad behavior, so why would he start now? He almost never spent money on his “Hoes” and took out anyone who even thought to ask for their checks. The routine was this: You shut up, you danced, and he payed for your rent. You asked for more money and the next day or so you'd wake up in the middle of no where or worse, floating face down in the Hudson River. Bad behavior got you a beating and if you so much as dared to look at another man in Benny's presence he would have him floating right next to you. He paid police officers and knew some very bad people in very high places. You just didn't fuck with Benny and his money. So why on Earth was Miliani being rewarded for her tardiness? 

The answer came in the form of a knock on the dressing room door and Benny himself walking through it. His gaze was icy yet focused as he came to stand behind Mimi while she still looked in the mirror. His big, muscled arms snaked around her waist as he rested his chin against her shoulder. Benny stood at about 6 feet four inches and had enough muscle to be on several covers of Men's Health Magazine. He kept his platinum blond hair cut as close to his head as he could get it without going bald. The eyes that now stared at Miliani's breasts were as blue as a clear winters sky and just as cold. Today he'd kept to his usual unrelieved black suit, tie, shirt, pants, and shoes. He seemed pleased with the way she looked because his hands just kept groping her body.“I'm not used to seeing you in so much clothes.” His right hand snaked lower and lower down her body. Mimi felt as if she was going to barf. “I like you better when you're naked and helpless before me.” His wandering hand cupped over her groin just as he said 'me.' His teeth found the lobe of her ear and it earned him one glistening tear down her cheek. But Benny caught it with his tongue just before it dropped off of her face. “Don't cry my little butterfly you'll mess up your make-up.”With that he kissed her cheek, stood back, and left her looking at herself in the mirror. Benny called over his shoulder as he left. “ You're on in five minutes, my love. Table nine. Your birthday boy is the one with the prettiest lips.” Then he was gone and Mimi collapsed against herself in a fit of tears. But Connie quickly helped her fix her make up. There would be plenty of time to cry after her shift. Besides, Benny didn't deserve to have the satisfaction that he'd crippled her in more ways than one. She'd never let him see her cry ever again.

Five minutes later and Miliani stood on stage with her back to the audience. The liner around her dark green eyes was fixed to perfection and she'd added two feathered fans to her outfit. One had a note attached and the other she'd use to play with the audience. Trevor, the DJ, started her music and Mimi transformed before everyone. All of the lights dropped low except for the ones on her stage. She teased the audience at first; slowly lowering her fans while Nicole Kidman belted outSparkling Diamonds. Once the beat picked up, Mimi moved about the stage and played with a few of the customers she recognized. She taunted and teased them until there was so much money on stage she had to be careful where she stepped or risk falling. Finally she came to the end of the stage just as the son ended. As always, she would pick her favorite from the night and take them to the back for some alone time. When the song ended the lights blacked out, if only for a moment, and someone handed her a microphone. She spoke into it as clear as a bell and stepped right onto table number nine. Being the extremely flexible girl that she was, Mimi bent herself only at the waste until the was just inches away from a man who's lips were soft and pouty enough to be called pretty. The feathered tails at that were connected to her bottom brushed a few of his comrades faces. All the other men at the table seemed normal but this one definitely stood out. “I want you to come with me lover boy” She purred into the mike, “I'll make sure to show you a good time tonight.” With that she stood straight and rested her hands on the man in questions shoulders. She stepped down from the table so that she straddled him and sat into his lap. A few boo's and no-pick-me's rang out in the crowd but Mimi had eyes only for the man before her. With her free hand she placed the fan with the note connected against his chest and licked along his cheek before standing abruptly and disappearing through a set of black velvet curtains. A hostess soon stood near the table and smiled down at him, “If you'll follow me sir, I'll take you to meet Ruby.In room number four."Ruby was Mimi's given stage name because of her bright red hair. The first time Benny had picked her up on the street, He'd called her hair her crowning jewel; saying that its color would make her stand out in the business. Boy, He didn't know just how right he was.