Russian roulette -part 1

This night was like any other nights.  The streets were filled up with people who were induced to commit unspeakable sins. Skimpy dressed girls stood at the entrance of clubs. It was their duty to attract customers into the trap of lustful sins. They weren’t ashamed of what they were doing. This was the only way of earning bread and butter for their family.

It was midnight where few wise people tucked themselves into bed while others ventured out for dark expeditions. There were spectacular sights of street magicians and dancers, trying to earn quick bucks. But nothing pulled people’s attention than to see pretty damsels arousing them.

Russian Cabaret  was known for it’s girls than any of its other offering. However no one would forget the name of this club and this was because of their star performer- Inna. Men flocked into club just to see her flawless beauty. Her perfect moves with the pole was the main attraction.

“ Make them come here again and again” , her mentor’s words echoed in her ears. She sat in the dressing room. She took one final glimpse at herself in the mirror. She saw to that nothing was a miss. She had to look ravishingly beautiful. She did some final touch ups . She wore 4 inch stilettos that enhanced her stature .

She opened the door to dark world outside. Music was playing at the maximum level. She walked towards the center stage where Alina was performing her last dance sequence. The silver pole stood strong and tall at the center of the stage. Alina got down the stage, giving way for Inna.

Slow music played in the background as Inna got ready to take people with her into dream world. Her body swayed like snake to the beats of the music. She felt the music within her heart. She was trying to get into mood. As the tempo of the music increased, her affair with the pole began. She climbed the pole with strength and stretched one of her leg out. She took a faultless spin to come down the pole.

She closed her eyes and stood with her back against the pole. She reached for the pole by grabbing it with one hand from behind while trying to open the zip of flowing dress. She did a backward wiggle with the pole at the same time as her dress dropped down. She stood half naked in front of her customers.

She opened her eyes to see her features clearly at the large mirror that was pinned on the wall. As a routine, she looked at her clients. The colour of her face changed when she saw a familiar face. He wasn’t supposed to be here. She wondered for what he had come back. But it was too late.

( To be continued)