Out For Blood 8

Ellie was in the dressing room of the club; although a large cupboard would have been a much better description. She was sat in front of one of the three mirrors that were above a long table with all kinds of cosmetics strewn over it.

Behind her was a clothes rail with a myriad of different skimpy costumes, today was Thursday and on Thursdays’ she wore a schoolgirl’s uniform for her first show. She never liked wearing it but the owner Alfonzo, said it was what brought most of his customers in. She couldn’t argue with him on that point, in fact this slot on Thursdays’ was the busiest slot of the whole week. Nevertheless, Ellie thought it perverse; but again, Alfonzo was the boss, if she had to wear it then that’s what she would do.

‘Two minutes Ellie.’ said Alfonzo popping his head into the dressing room.
‘Gotya.’ replied Ellie brushing on the last of her eye shadow.

Mary Lou one of her co-dancers was sitting next to Ellie cleaning off her make-up as she had now finished for the day. ‘Ya know Ellie, that bald fucker gets on my fucking nerves. He sees’ us up there practically everyday with our tits and ass hanging out, but no, that’s not enough, he still tries to get a peep at us getting changed. Cock-sucker.’

Ellie laughed. ‘Leave him alone Mary, that lot out there are no better than he is.’
‘True enough,’ she said putting on her shoes. ‘But that lot out there pay us far more in tips than he does in wages.’
‘I gotta go, see you tomorrow Mary.’ said Ellie as she left the dressing room heading for the stage.
‘Yeah, tomorrow.’ said Mary Lou.

As Mary Lou was leaving the phone on the wall outside the dressing room rang and she reluctantly answered it. ‘Hello… yes it is… no, Ellie just went on dear, can I take—.’ but the caller had hung up. Mary Lou shrugged her shoulders, popped some gum in her mouth then left the club.

Ellie had entered the stage to thunderous cheers and whistles, and she could see her regulars sat at the front. She even knew most of them by name, some of them would write their cell-phone numbers on dollar-bills along with their names and lines like...
‘I’m the blond guy with the tattoos, give me a ring.
Or
‘Hi, I’m Pete; call me tonight for a great time.’

But Ellie had no intention of doing any such thing; she had a man in her life once, Royston, Alicias’ Father. He was a hard man, a gang leader that no one messed with. That was until one night when Alicia was seven-years-old, Ellie was working late as she did when Royston baby-sat Alicia.

She came home just after 3am and caught her drugged up hard-man masturbating by Alicias’ bed. She called the police and he was arrested for child molestation even though he swore he never touched Alicia. According to the doctor that examined Alicia he hadn’t touched her.

The police however still charged him and he was sentenced to fourteen-years in prison. He was in prison for four months before they found him hanging from a pipe in one of the prison kitchens.

The prison authorities knew it wasn’t suicide but they never did do a thorough investigation. Ellie partly blamed herself, she had just turned fourteen when Royston got her pregnant, and he was twenty-three. The sign was right there but she didn’t see it. Now Ellie and Alicia would get by without the help of any man.