The beat of the music pounded through Harriet as she swung around the pole on stage, in a fashion that could barely be called dancing, and more "Acrobatics to display how sexy I am". Fortunately, the crowd seemed excited. One dollar bills littered the stage around her, and more kept coming. "Only half way through the song and already the richest girl here tonight. No wander mine is the last act. Everyone would leave after my first performance..." She thought ruefully, going through the rehearsed motions. It was mid shift for her. 10 pm...Her next performance was in 4 hours, just an hour before closing time.
She pulled her legs up the pole, wrapping her knees around it for support, as she leaned back, her large, natural breasts moving with gravity, as she saucily reached out a tongue and caressed her nipple with it. The crowd howled with glee and about two hundred dollars found its way to the front stage. The music ended and she slid down from the bar, and collected her tips, and her costume, a red leather bustier, a pair of high heels and a red skirt. Now donned in nothing but a red thong, Harriet sauntered off stage and to the dressing rooms. The other girls were obviously jealous of her looks. Most of the others had had to get breast implants. The other large breasted girl was horrible at her job, if Harriet had to be honest. It was a constent source of annoyance to the other girls that she was the best paid there.
She sat at a booth labeled "H. Kunts" and looked at herself for perhaps the hundredth time in the mirror. The heavily made-up face in the mirror was now beginning to seem almost normal, despite a month since the change. The long blond hair, the big, enticing blue eyes, she looked like a sexualized version of her mom, well before she was her mom, when they were best friends in highschool
It had only been a month since Sarah had stolen the stone from her, and turned her and her mom, no, her best friend into whom they were today. It felt like a life-time ago. She cleaned her face, touched up her make-up, slid on her high heels and slid on an apron, before her manager Josh walked in.
Josh was not someone you would ever expect to run a strip club. He was 25, straight out of college, and looked 17. He was scrawny, skinny, and had bad eye-sight, but the man could manage a business. However, he was as much of a perv as anyone else that could run a strip club "Harriet! We got someone who wants a lap dance. You're up babe." He commented, not bothering to look her in the eyes.
"What?! I did the last two! Can't you get Marcie to do it?" Harriet complained.
Josh smirked and chuckled, still staring at Harriet's large breasts. "Marcie's sick. She's goin home." He said. Harriet new that was bullshit. Marcie was defiantly not sick. She glanced across the room at her. She was packing her duffle bag for the night, in her civies, but the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, and she was licking her lips. Marcie hated her. Harriet narrowed her eyes.
"Fine " Was all she could say as she brushed past Josh, accidently bumping him with her boob. She walked out on to the floor and she but her business face on. Smirking sexily, she sauntered over to the back tables, but caught the eye of a handsome man that just walked into the club hmm maybe he wants a lap dance? She made her way to the back table where she could hear the laughter of a group of guys. Then, her heart took a dive as she saw who was at the table. Her old bully, Biff meadows "Damn this is gonna suck "
Across town.
Muffy sighed heavily as she sank into a booth seat for her lunch break. She kicked off her heels, and rested her head in her hands, then sighed again, before sipping on the sweet tea she had infront of her. Just two more hours, then she could go home with another pang of sadness, she realized she was referring to Harriet's old family's house. Or more specifically, a small room shared by two full grown women. She wandered if she'd ever be a member of her own family again, or if they would ever be able to find the stone.
Uninvited, a tear slipped down her face and on to the table as she felt more coming along. "Shit " She cursed under her breath and left to the bathroom. She faced the mirror and stared long and hard at her reflection. The face of a sad 40 year old woman looked back at her. Her own blond hair had a couple touches of grey and was pulled back into a pony tail, showing off the lines on her face. She calmed her nerves and re-touched her make-up and stepped back. Her body had not aged that well. She wasn't fat, but she was far from toned. An embarrassing layer of fat had built up on her arms, legs and stomach. She could tell, despite the bra, that her large breasts were starting to sag.
Her new station in life came next. A simple short sleeve button blouse covered a white bra, while a knee length skirt hid her lower body, save the white tights and slight heels. A name tag on her left breast proclaimed cheerfully "Hi, my name is Muffy. How can I help you?" She scoffed at the statement.
The last month was hard on both her and her daughter. 'God, was it so easy to think that way?' They had been short on their rent, so they had both worked their asses off, trying to make up for it this month. Mrs. Madison had said if they wanted to live here for another month, they would have to pay rent and 50% of rent next month. They hadn't had time to worry about Sarah and what she was doing with the stone. Well at least nothing seemed to be changed. But would they notice if it had? Deciding it was time to go back to work, she left the restroom.
