Kissing in the Rain: Ginnie part 1

 

This story was originally going to be part of the Kissing in the Rain short story collection but ended up being removed and is its own novel under a different name. Since you have stuck with me this long, you can read the first chapter in its entirety on my website venisnytes.com!

Ginger (Snap)
Part 1 (first draft)
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After finishing her set, Velvet Kitty left the stage, glistening with sweat and glitter. She entered the shared dressing room area and walked up behind GingerSnap in her dressing cubicle. For no reason at all, except to amuse herself, she decided to yank GingerSnap's ponytail and laugh.

"Stop pulling my hair, you bitch!" Ginger screamed as she tried to push Velvet off of her.

Ginger was so sick of these triflin' hoes.
Someone was always up on her, trying to fight her or steal her stuff. Why was she still going through this? She had enough money to relocate, to bounce from this fray of sex and sin. No matter how nice and upscale it was. At the end of the day, it was still a strip club.

Velvet waited for a beat before pushing Ginger's head into the mirror and sashaying off to her dressing table, 100's, 50's, and 20's, stuffed to the brink all throughout her glow-in-the-dark g-string. Ginger turned and rocketed a can of hairspray at the back of Velvet's head. The loud crack as it made contact with the back of Velvet's skull stopped everyone in their tracks. Everyone, that is, except Ginger, who quickly closed the distance, jumped on top of Velvet and pummeled her face into a bloody pulp. No one rushed to break them up or help Velvet. The truth was, everyone hated Velvet.

The guard posted just outside the door, looked in briefly, and closed the door as if nothing were wrong. He smiled knowingly as he went back to reading his Bigguns magazine.

Velvet was a stunning transgender woman and pulled in some serious bank for the club, but she was not a nice person. She thrived on drama and pettiness. She should be focusing on her current state of fabulousness, not being a stuck-up, troublemaking bitch. Just because she regularly screwed management, she thought she was queen shit.  She didn't seem to realize she was literally and figuratively being fucked over. She childishly thought she was manipulating them.

'Them,' being the douche bag brother and the quiet scary brother who owned the joint. Shine especially was a low life. Had they cared for her,  maybe yes, but they barely cared where their dicks landed, as long as the ending nut was accomplished.  In actuality,  she had so much more potential,  but you can't make a person be any more than they desire for themself.  However, you can fuck up their shit when they cross into your lane and come at you...thus, their current situation.

Ginnie, AKA GingerSnap, was really Gwendolyn Parkes. She was earning money as a stripper. She was a great dancer, and she loved the money. Ginnie had a body that looked like it was built for sin. During the day, she went to community college and paid her tuition by shaking what her drug addict mother gave her at night and on the weekends. She drove 100 miles away to dance in another city to keep her two lives separate, but tonight, this was the last straw. She was done with this craziness. She would find another way to support herself. She graduated in 3 weeks with a Master's Degree in Psychology and an AS in Information Systems and Technology. She was still a gamer at heart. She wanted to develop games that helped young children work through their issues in a fun and constructive way. Ginnie wanted to study how they made decisions and saw the world to help their parents understand them better.

Ginger had started out being a hostess at Gem Stones and then became a server before realizing the big bucks were on the stage pole and private dances. The club was in an affluent city district with a culture of sexual acceptance and openness. It was not uncommon to see soccer moms come in and have a night out. Dancing was a quick and efficient way to make enough money to get through school and afford her bills.

She would not be leaving college with a pile of debt. She already had a sizeable nest egg and had been investing since she turned 18. Now at 24, she had to take a break from this part of her life. She looked exceptionally young, which was great if she wanted to stay in this business,  but wondered if she would have a hard time being taken seriously once she started working in her field. But that was a worry for another time.

Pulling herself off the semi-conscience dancer, she gifted Velvet with a final kick to the ribs. Back at her dressing table, Ginger slammed all of her stuff into her duffle bag and, with a bloody hand, shot the room a bird.

"See ya bitches!" She said in a good-natured voice as some of the other dancers clapped and cheered.

There was no tearful exit. She was not friends with anyone here. So many girls came and went that it was almost impossible to form any type of friendship for long, even if she had been interested. Her strict policy of not becoming the environment she inhabited a few nights a week had kept her focused, determined and safe, on more than a few occasions.  Being nice to the bouncers made sure they looked out for her safety. She came, she danced, she left. No sex, never raped, never on her knees or back for anyone, not even for a client. She knew some girls did, but never her.

Knowing how to knock a bitch out also came in handy. She was glad for those karate classes she got for free from the local after-school program. She continued training up through age 21. School and work eventually demanded more of her time, and she had to let that passion go. She still went through the Katas a few times a week at home. Shine also provided yoga instructors. Dancers were required to take classes at least once a week before they hit the floor.  He wanted his dancers limber, relaxed, and strong. He did not want to have to pay unnecessary hospital bills for strains and injuries.

GingerSnap stopped by the manager's office on her way out. Knocking lightly as she entered the small space, badly in need of organization and Febreeze, she flicked on the lights near the door.

"Shine, you in here?" Ginnie asked cautiously. God only knew what he was up to in here in the dark.

"Girl, can't you see I'm busy? Close the damn door. You joining or watchin' GingerSnap?" He said with a grin that nearly turned her stomach.

Under his desk was a girl she had never seen before sucking his dick. Obviously one of the many that fell for his bullshit 'audition' spiel. Her slurping was loud in the small space.

"You know better than that, Shine. I come here to work and get paid. Nothing else. Here's your cut." Ginger answered, disgust lacing every word.

He watched as Ginger tossed a wad of blood-stained cash on his desk.

"What the fuck is that on my money? " Shine said, fingering the stack with his lips turned up in mock disgust.

"What? You mean besides pussy juice, cheating husbands, and broken dreams? Don't tell me you are scared of a little blood... courtesy of Velvet." Ginger answered sarcastically.
"Oh, and I quit."

"You been saying that same shit since you started. I'll see you next week." Shine replied in his know- it- all voice, dismissing her statement.

Ugh!, she hated when he used that tone. GingerSnap rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.

Shine finished counting the stack of money and seemed more than pleased. He always was. He studied her standing there. GingerSnap was consistent and had a great crowd of regulars that preferred her in the private dance rooms. She rarely did more than 1 stage show per night any longer. He also suspected that she paid more than the required cut amount, which meant she was always looked after by the bouncers. The guards were fiercely loyal to her, and she was trustworthy. Few had her fortitude in this business. The other girls were always jealous of her, but he knew she could handle her own. His dick stiffened at the thought of how tight her pussy must feel, how he would enjoy scraping it against her teeth. He jacked off repeatedly as he watched her dance. But he was no rapist, and even he recognized a light when he saw it, and he had no intention of extinguishing it. He wanted her fiesty and unbroken. He wasn't about to fuck up this money. This bitch under the desk...Now that was a whole different matter altogether.

"Ouch! No teeth, dammit." He yelled, looking down at the kneeling girl and cuffed her on the side of her head, bringing tears to her eyes.
He then turned his slimy gaze back towards  GingerSnap.

"You don't seem to be hurt GingerSnap,...did you tag that ass?"

"Oh, I beat the breaks off that hoe. A little parting gift to you all." As she blew a kiss to Shine, she said she smiled her sexiest, 'you will never have me, smile,' and turned to leave.

Stopping just inside the doorframe, she addressed the new girl on her knees without looking back.

"Try sucking harder and flick your tongue a little and the hell you are currently in will soon be over," GingerSnap said in parting advice.

She was probably young and inexperienced. Seduced, undoubtedly,  by the flashy costumes and tsunamis of dollar bills showed in the rap videos. She was in for a rude awakening. The "oh fuck yes" she heard from Shine as she flipped the switch and closed the door confirmed that the girl kneeling under the desk had heard her and that she wasn't enjoying herself.

Off the stage, out of that disgusting office, she was now just Ginnie once again. As the bouncer walked her to the parking garage entrance, they chatted briefly about his family and some of the antics that had occurred tonight. Once she arrived at her car, Ginnie turned and waved her final goodbye.

"See ya next week, GingerSnap," the bouncer said with a kind smile as he turned to head back inside. She opened her car door and got inside. She knew without a doubt she would not be coming back. She was done with this part of her life. She cranked the car up and backed out of her space. Paying the meter, the bar raised, and she exited the dark garage.

Smiling, Ginnie closed the door on that part of her life and drove out into a new day dawning.

to be continued...

©Venis Nytes

started writing in 1/2/2016