I finish going through my full body warmup and stretching ritual that I’ve been doing since my first days in dance school. Not only does it get my body ready for action it’s also a Zen thing for my mind. I’m focused now on only one thing. Bridgette. I sit at the vanity applying just enough makeup to emphasize my natural features for the high class audience without coming off as too slutty. Satisfied I reach up and back securing my dark brown hair in a loose ponytail. I stand and examine myself from head to toe in the mirror. My nude dancer’s body glistening from the scented oil is a little thicker now that I’m 25 and not dancing as much as I used to. But it’s still up to the task at hand. It’s never let me down in any kind of performance and it won’t let me down tonight. I slip on my thong sliding it up my toned legs until it’s snug and secure. I twist my body so I can see my firm butt cheeks in the mirror and adjust the thong. Next comes the black and silver top, slipping my 32B boobs in the cups after carefully tying it nice and tight. It’s time. But first one last look at the total package in the mirror. Yeah. I’m ready.
I leave my suite and pad barefoot down the hall, the Italian marble tiles cold against the soles of my feet. I know the route by heart, it’s the fourth time I’ve done this. I reach the open oak panel double doors and walk down the carpeted steps in semi-darkness. Then I step into the light, the bright hot blinding overhead halogens and spotlights that makes me squint until my eyes adjust to them. I take a quick breath and step onto the pink padded floor trying to block out the excited chatter and applause of the audience, the clinking of crystal champagne flutes, the music piped in softly through the stereo PA system, the whirr of the AC units and electric buzz of the lights. I move to my designated “corner” and see Kelly and Mom and some other friends there and give them a quick smile as I get near. Then I turn and rest my back against the black padded wall, looking out to the opposite side of the Pit as I bob up and down on the balls of my feet, full of nervous energy. I see Bridgette facing me and look her over. She’s a bit bigger and thicker than last time but even from here I can see that she’s not soft, it looks like she added a bit of muscle mass. Doesn’t change anything. I just have to be careful and not make any mistakes. I notice she’s looking me over also. Then we suddenly lock eyes. And keep them locked as the crowd keeps chattering in excitement and we all wait for the announcer to start things off. Yt