Amanda Wilde | 6Teen | "You mustnât give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until theyâre strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.â
Well, there's the town, which is pretty cool. Then there's the beach just behind the southernmost wall of campus. And the gardens and stuff are hella nice. This place kinda has whatever you'd be looking for.
âWhy thank you!â Zyler gave her a wink. âI like it because itâs as unique as I am!â He joked, not trying to come off cocky. âSo Miss Amanda Wilde, how wild are you with a last name like that?â
"Definitely unique," Amanda nodded. "And if you're as different as that, then I think we should definitely be friends," She teased, giving him a wink back. "How wild am I?" Amanda asked, tapping a finger to her full lips. "I'd like to think I live up to the name pretty well."
"Nice to meet you Amanda" Zyler smiled and did a little bow to the girl. "Nameâs Zyler" He winked. "Zyler Hirano" This was much fun, it had been a while since he had properly flirted with someone new.Â
"Zyler," She nodded, hoping she could remember it. Amanda Wilde was terrible at remembering things like that. "That's an interesting name," She said, hoping it came off complimentary. She nodded slowly, flashing a crooked smile. "I like it."
"Hello!" Zyler waved to the girl who had just waved to him and stopped walking. "And who might you be beautiful?" He asked with a wink. It was a natural response for Zyler to flirt with anyone who flirted with him, really no matter what. He had a flirty personality, but if someone else started the flirting, Zyler turned it up a little.Â
"My name is Amanda," She said lightly, her eyelashes fluttering. There was always something oddly exciting about being hit on, especially when she was being payed to just take it. "Amanda Wilde," She chuckled. "And who are you?"
Saying Zyler was excited for this cruise was a bit of an understatement. Although he had traveled around quite a bit with his family, he had never been on a cruise. Of course he was a bit down that he hadnât been able to see much of the camp because heâd just gotten there. Having already packed up, luckily he had just arrived, otherwise it would have taken him years to pack up, Zyler left his cabin, hoping to maybe make some friends.
Amanda had never really found it within herself to completely unpack. She chocked it up to inability to see herself having stayed so long. She packed away the few clothes she had left and felt a funny kind of excitement. Amanda hadn't been anywhere besides India and Germany when she would be with Mikey. Finally having gotten all of her things together, she headed out of her cabin. "Hey," She said, waving flirtatiously at the boy walking by.
When the lights go up
I want to watch the way you take the stage by storm,
The way you wrap those boys around your finger.
Go on and play the leader,
'Cause you know it's what you're good at;
The low road for the fast track.
Make every second last.
Amanda was out about town, buying a few rather skimpy pieces for her work. She had finally found herself at her new club. She'd decided that she liked to dance at a place where the owner didnât try to sleep with all of his dancers. Given the line of work, it was like finding a needle in a haystack.
After all, every stripper was dangling just above a hooker right? Amanda certainly didnât think that way. Sure she had friends that would sleep with some of their clients. But, in Amanda's case, she could be called a stripper, a dancer, an entertainer, she didnât care. All she knew was that she had a job that she was good at, one that she could have all eyes on her. It made her feel a thrill she didn't quite get anywhere else. A high from which she took nothing for.
She had a couple bags filled with items from a local lingerie shop and walked down the sidewalk, heels clicking as she went. She had to get used to wearing them before that night.
***
A bit of makeup to accentuate the dips and curves of her flesh, the skimpy outfit that could slip away so easily to reveal as much flesh as could be shown, and a trademark smirk across her lips and Amanda was ready for the show. She could only hope that the lovely patrons were prepared to reward her for her time.
It was another night under the hot lights for the girl.
Another night on the pole dancing for drunken idiots who thought that just because they tucked a few bucks in her g-string they could smack her ass whenever they wanted. As long as Amanda didn't dwell on the fact that some of the guys there were old enough to be her father, she was fine.
Amanda, in her full stage presence, spun her way around the pole. It was a Sunday, so the big tippers and college kids were nowhere to be found. Tonight was a night for the regulars, these, the people that would recognize her in the pitch dark, sought a cheap thrill and an even cheaper drunk.
Once her number was over she went backstage and slipped her robe on. With a tired sigh, she went to start taking off her stage makeup but was stopped by the clubs manager, "You've got a private. Someone wants a lap dance, Mandy, so fix yourself up and go to the Diamond room.â
In this little world, Amanda felt honored. The Diamond room was reserved for high rollers, and on a night like tonight, those doors usually remained locked.
She went about fixing her makeup rather quickly and slipped into a minidress. Something black and so tight that you could see the jewels of her belly ring. Slipping on a pair of heels that were almost too high, she headed out in hopes that the man tips good.
***
Sometimes, when Amanda would make her way back to her room, she wondered what people would think if they saw her. Her face was caked in dark makeup, her body covered in glitter. Perhaps, due to her flighty and often reckless personality, no one would think anything of it. But, she'd cross that bridge when she reached it.
Other times, Amanda wondered if she should feel guilty. Guilty about her livelihood, guilty about leading all of the countless men and women that slipped money into her bra into thinking she wasn't a minor. Guilty for having to slip into her cabin or her dorm in the hours so early that even the sun had yet to rise.
But, to see the satisfaction on people's faces, to know it was her doing and to feel the thick wad of cash, even on a slow night, it made it all worth it in the end.
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