Chapter 5: Opening Night

“Wow, sugar you look as sweet as candy.  Hey, that’s what your stage name will be, Candy Cane.  Every time you walk out onto that stage, I want you sucking on one.  You will lick it until all the men are so hard that they practically want to jump you the minute you step foot out there.” Mr. Knight says while the rock-hard erection in his pants salutes me.

It’s hard to not look down and stare at it, but I take one quick glance before I hear Trinity walk in and then Mr. Knight rushes out of the room.  Trinity is a tall bleach blonde in her thirties, with long legs and short hair.  Her boobs are so perky that I want to punch her, because mine have never been that way.  I mean honestly, they must be fake for sure.  

I’m hardly anything to look at compared to her, with my long chestnut hair and my brown eyes.  Matter of fact, I look like every other girl out there.  That’s why I find it hard to believe that men find me attractive. 

They never seem to notice me any other time unless I really try to make them notice me.  If I wear something extremely low cut or show off my assets, then yes, they will look.  Otherwise, they never do.

Going back to the whole thing with Mr. Knight, I think it’s funny because I would have thought he was used to women looking sexy around him.  Who knows, maybe not.  Or maybe he always gets an erection and then takes care of it in his office or has someone finish him off.

“That schoolgirl outfit is the bomb, and it fits you so well honey.” Trinity smiles at me appreciatively and then starts to get ready for her number, right after mine. 

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask while watching her strip down naked, before pulling on a skintight, black leotard.

She glances over at me and then suddenly starts to look serious for some reason.  As she stares at me, I hesitate and then I begin to wonder if I should ask or not.  If he does get an erection for all of them, then I wouldn’t feel special anymore. 

Realizing that this is all so immature, in the end I find out the hard way, by asking.  While standing up straight and stretching, I say in a quiet tone so no one else will hear me except for Trinity.  “I noticed that Mr. Knight had a hard on for me when he left.  Does he usually get them for all the other strippers too?”  I regret asking, because the minute the words leave my mouth, she starts laughing so hard I thought she was going to have a heart attack.

“Are you shitting me right now?” She stares at me, even while laughing hard, but then she stops suddenly and states, “No.  Boy, you can tell that you have never worked as a stripper before.  See, Mr. Knight has owned this place for a while now and he sees so much nudity, that it doesn’t faze him one bit.  If you think he developed a hard on for you, you are sadly mistaken.  That is unless you intentionally were trying to.  I could see him being tempted by you quickly actually.  Last night, after you and your friend left, he had me give him head in the office.  Because you didn’t.”  She points at me, before shaking her head and licking her lips like she still has cum on them.

As she leans down to pick her shiny, blood red stilettos up and examine them closely, she asks, “Why do you ask, anyway?”

Watching her hands slide up her thighs and pull up her nylons, I answer quietly, “Because I was curious, that’s all.  Last night I thought there was something between us, but I guess not if he had you blow him afterwards.” I shake my head and start to feel bad now.

With my confidence dropping by the second, I don’t know how I am ever going to go out there and attempt this tonight now.  Before, I at least thought I was hot enough to turn him on.  That would have given me the strength to go out there and show myself to everyone.  Even if I made a fool of myself.

“Five minutes, kiddo.” An older gentleman with grey hair and a beard says louder than I would expect him to, after opening the door and peeking in. 

He seems surprised that I am standing there, because then he continues by saying, “Oh, sorry.  I thought Trinity was the only one dancing tonight.  Who are you?” 

“Apparently, my stage name is Candy Cane, but I am just plain Dani.” I state in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, as he stares at me with a humorous look on his face.

“Well, well.  Candy Cane ay?  Did Brandon pick that one out for you or did you come up with that one all by yourself?” He starts to laugh and then quiets down when Mr. Knight walks in right behind him.

“Are you ready for your first time?” He asks before smirking and then giving me a prize-winning smile.

The older gentleman turns around to face him and says, “Awe, her first time.  Isn’t that cute.”

Turning back around to face me, he winks and then walks out of the room.  It leaves me, Mr. Knight, and Trinity all alone.  I am hoping she doesn’t say something about what I said to her, but of course she does, and it makes me blush.  “Hey, you wouldn’t believe what Candy Cane here told me.  Are you curious what she said?”

“Sure, what is it?  We have a minute or two before she goes on.” He seems to be in a hurry to get out of there and right now I don’t blame him, honestly.

Trinity starts to blab about everything and then she says, “By the way, she thinks she gave you a stiffy.  Did she?  Come on, I am so curious because I thought that I was the only one who gets you off, baby.”  As she says it, she strolls over to him and runs her fingers down his chest, while curling into his arms.

“That bitch!” Is all I can think of before Mr. Knight looks down at his watch and realizes it is time for the show to start.