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A New Career In A New Town (The Players Club)
Category: Stories
Rain drops streamed from the window, blurring the sight outside among the night. Street lights illuminated the view in an array of bright colors, ricocheting the reflections across every glass surface. Many years had passed since Madison had last spent time in an apartment high up to a building deep within a city. It was a humbling experience and a reminder of home. She had been gone far too long from New York City. Too many years spent hidden in the L.A. hills among the other beautiful people belonging to Hollywood.
'The city that never sleeps' was a proper nickname for New York. Madison never forgot where she came from, but some things had faded from memory as time went by. Living in penthouse suites and mansions were a huge difference from the simple living she had come from. Big cities had not been her home in so long. She forgot what it meant to become lost in such a place. Blending in with everyone else on the street was a welcome relief away from the paparazzi cameras that followed anyone with a name in L.A.
This was not New York City, but the second best thing she could get to it. Madison had been spending much of her time hiding away from her career after her last films. Time had not been so kind to her beginning with the pandemic. After a series of breakups in relationships, she had become bored. That was something she never wanted to admit to herself, but a thrill was needed to spice things up in life. That was part of the reason she had taken this trip into New Jersey.
Franklin Lakes was the location of her last film. The memories were fresh in her mind, but Madison avoided the countryside and hid herself in the city. From there, her boredom began to get the better of her. Watching the rain drops blur any image from outside the window. The lights were off, but someone was home. The pearl necklace glimmered across her pale skin. Below from the window, the city was visible. Bright signs lit up in the distance. This city had some great life to it. Much more than the ghosts that haunted her back in L.A.
If ghosts were real, then Hollywood was the most haunted place in America. Beyond all the names of forgotten legends in their era was the voices of those who passed on while trying to make it. Forgotten names. In the past year, Madison sometimes felt as if she could hear them calling. Some knew of the tale of Peg Entwistle, but she was not the only one. How many countless overs were there that people never heard of? Gone and forgotten, all willing to sacrifice what they had trying to make it for a life of fortune and fame.
Madison felt as if she had become haunted by these restless spirits back in Hollywood. She had to get away from it all. There was no place like home, or so they say. Maybe she could find a home close to home, Madison thought to herself. Off in the distance, she saw a sign from her window that only made her imagination go wild.
The Players Club. The bright flashing white sign was a reminder to Madison of some of her more racy roles. She reveled in those opportunities, playing up her inner temptress to the point she had built a reputation among Hollywood for her sultry side. There was nothing for her to be ashamed of. No words to make her feel guilt for enjoying the vanity that came with her affairs. Madison had many lovers, but never a family to commit to. This made it easier to live out her life in another way.
While that place was a strip club, Madison found herself beginning to daydream through the night if she could transition into a new life. One where she could achieve a different kind of fame. When thinking of that, the doubts began to creep into her mind. What about people recognizing her as an Oscar nominated actress? Oh, how the tabloids would have a field day with this.
As the doubts continued to grow, it only made Madison feel more brave. Sometimes, you simply had to push to do something to get rid of those second thoughts. There was nothing to it, stepping in front of her closest and digging for her best pair of black pumps. The heels would set the tone alone for her entrance into the club. The rest of her outfit had to be tucked away inside a black jacket to deal with the rainy weather.
With an umbrella and her purse, she set out into the night. Heels clicking and clacking onto the concrete pavement. A new journey began for Madison Ivory as she wandered her way over to the Players Club. The time had come to start a new chapter in her life.
Part II
The beat dropped and the lights became dim before an array of purple and blue lights shined down, casting the colors down over the stage. Hip Hop was the music of choice with dirty, low frequencies and heavy bass beats. The right kind of instrumental music to set the mood and atmosphere for the show that was exclusive for the eyes of members only. The stage was set with three poles lined up. Only the best dancers were allowed in this back room, those who had proven to make it rain money on the stage many times over.
Three months had passed since Madison walked through the front doors of the Players Club and applied for a job. During that time, she was trained by the club owner herself; Misty Cummings. So much time had been put into working with the other girls, but Madison was determined to become more skillful. Her first nights working the stages were not fondly remembered, as her timing was off and she could not find a proper groove to match the rhythm of the music.
That had changed by now as she twirled around the pole, flipping her golden hair and swaying with the music. The center stage was reserved for her, while two other dancers managed the left and right stage. Fishnet stockings covered her muscular toned legs, fitting with a black leather bustier top she chose for her outfit tonight. A gold zipper glimmered as she twirled around the pole. All three dancers had a different routine, trained by Misty herself. Madison worked the middle stage, moving more elegantly than the other girls. That had become her style over time, playing it up nice and slow. She did not get dirty and strip fully, instead keeping a more glamourous look as part of her stage show personality.
Following the rhythm of the music, Madison lost herself in dancing. She felt free of all worries that plagued her. It did not matter to her that she was a famed Hollywood actress. That only made selling out nights at the Players Club easier with a celebrity in the house. For some men with deep pockets, they could fulfill a fantasy of watching a Hollywood sex symbol put on a show from a private stage. For others, the lure of a potential private show or lap dance was there. She planned to continue this job as a hobby off to the side. After making millions of dollars year in, year out, she was not desperate for cash. Whatever money she did earn from these nights, she put it into a fund for the owner. Earning a good paycheck was the last thing on her mind when she turned around and grabbed the pole, bending over to shove her buttocks out to the audience.
Rolling her hips, Madison proceeded to twerk. She had to wait for the right chance during a bridge to a song. The other girls turned around and proceeded to do the same. Clap. Clap. Clap. Her ass cheeks smacked together. Though not as plump as the other dancers who had more to work with, Madison still put forth the most effort. After dropping it low and coming to a stop, she twirled around the pole one last time. The song had begun to fade out for another tune to play. That was cue for Madison to strut off the stage while the other girls continued to dance.
Her hips swayed as her heels clicked and clacked across the platinum metal floor with an audible boom. The sound was barely heard over the loud music. Men whistled in her direction as she left the stage. All Madison did was gaze across her shoulder and give them a seductive grin as she passed by the security guards to go into the V.I.P. hall where the real fun awaited. She was all warmed up and ready to enjoy another night at the Players Club.
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