The New York Doll by Ellie Midwood Read Free Book Online

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    My new career was taking off very fast. In a month I paid off everything I owed to aunt Anna, who, inspired by the new money flow, became nice to me again. I went shopping to TJ Max and got several sets of sexy lingerie (I realized pretty fast that dancing in my bikini won’t get me too many lap dances), some stockings, garter belts and also a set of fine real hair extensions. Good girl Mila was fully replaced by the hot Milana – the stage name I took, - who now looked more like a Victoria’s Secret model than like a faculty of foreign languages graduate.
    My agent Tasha advised me from the very beginning to try different go-go bars all over New Jersey to find the perfect one for me. Some of them were nice, some were pretty shitty, and that’s how I crossed out “The Stable” from my list forever. It was an interesting experience though; unlike all other New Jersey clubs, the manager was collecting the house fee at the beginning of the shift, and besides that the fee was much higher than in other clubs. I still have no idea what was the reason, maybe some girls didn’t mind making a couple of extra bucks doing things in the room; maybe some of them liked doing coke with the owner (I’m surprised how he still hasn’t died from the overdose), but I, who didn’t even drink alcohol at work, couldn’t possibly find it all attractive.
    The public was mixed at “The Stable”: unlike the very first club where I worked, the all-Spanish “Rocket”, here I found a couple of decent customers who I made pretty good money from that night.
    I already had the whole story made up and learned by heart, since the questions they were asking were always the same: where are you from? Where do you live? Are you a J-1? Are you going to school? What do you want to be when you grow up? “Thank you, honey, I only drink Red Bull... Yes, I am older than 21… Because I want to be sober to make more money… I’m an F-1 student, I study business… I’m dancing because I have to pay my tuition and also save money for the future… I live with my family here… Yes, they know I’m a dancer. Speaking of dancing, would you like to go for a dance?”
    I also had the whole set of questions ready for them and had it all down to the science. “Hi, honey (charming smile and my hand on his shoulder), how are you tonight? I’m doing fantastic, thank you (I’m sitting down next to him). What’s your name? Milana, very nice to meet you. Of course it’s a real name, it’s quite a regular Russian name (another charming smile). I’m from Moscow. Have you ever been there? You definitely should go! Oh, it’s beautiful, but go during the summer when the weather is nice and all girls are wearing high heels and short skirts. So you basically get to see go-go girls like these everywhere you go! (sexy laughter) You know, I’m so glad to finally meet a nice guy like you here! You know, most of the customers are dirty perverts here, but I could tell right away that you are a real gentleman (this easy trick would always work like a charm with every single one of them: it would make them understand that I’m not going to do anything nasty in the room and at the same time would make them feel good about themselves – they are better than the rest of the customers and so they will have to act this way). Oh, you’re a doctor? That’s so great, my grandma is a doctor, I love medicine so much! So how do you like the club? How often do you come here? What other clubs do you go to? Do you like sports? (every heterosexual man loves sports and they love talking to a girl who follows the games, and I knew the score of every team of every kind of sports, - watching TV was my only entertainment while dancing on stage).
    Soon the customer would be so happy to find such a beautiful, smart and well-spoken girl who also knows the sports that he would ask me for several dances himself. The doctor that night, however, got so