Chapter 6

• We had to hurry up and get to the hotel that evening with Zara being the best friend in the entire world. I had told her the moment I saw her that he signed the papers and she gave me a really tight hug as she reassured me that everything would be okay. The screening would be happening the next day in the night as it would seem and I was out here this night to get myself in the mood. I spent the night with my best friend with all our moods at the top as we drank together.
• It was sometime in the later hours of the morning that Suarez had made it to the hotel room with his friends. He was smiling and sure looked his best as he entered.
• "Voila senora, I will get you so beautiful in a short moment. This would be really fun." he said excitedly.
• It eventually turned out to be the most fun practice ever and I seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. This was something I should have been doing long ago and all things I have been missing. I realized how much I missed having another person do my makeup and with my best friend around, it made it all the more fun for me. We spent hours doing my makeup and then I slipped into the most revealing clothes ever that would be appropriate for the occasion and then put on an overcoat to cover it totally. No one would suspect I was wearing something like that underneath. Suarez had me top it up with a barret in the french style. When I stared at the mirror afterwards, I could not believe who I was looking at in the mirror. This was me looking totally different, much younger and so beautiful. I grabbed a pair of dark shades just in case and soon we were ready. By now, it was well into the evening as all our preparations had taken time. Zara had rented us a car as there certainly was no way in the world that we would be using my own car. Quickly I put in other items and we went to the photo studio for some really hot shots which I uploaded immediately on the site and filled in the form. It seemed like something was wrong but I had to do it anyway. If Emilio could pull his cheating stunts without feeling an ounce of guilt then I could do mine as well.
• By the time we were out, it was dark already and it was almost time. We quickly made our way to the club. Zara had planned on keeping Emilio away as soon as I sent her the message that it was my turn. I went through the way we had been asked to follow and signed up my name. I went in and was also given a number which apparently was the last. I was not surprised. There were nineteen of us for the screening and apparently only six would be taken. This was going to be really tough but it had to go smoothly.
• Gradually it was getting to my turn as it moved. When the last girl before me had been called in,. I sent a message to Zara and just then, I saw Emilio leave the screening room. I could not believe how close I had been to being caught. What if I had gone in and he found me out. It would have been embarrassing what would have been the outcome. He passed me as he spoke into the phone.
• "Hello Zara, I will be coming around to the front now." he was saying.
• I nearly laughed at how easily the mighty had fallen for my little trick. It felt really fun that my almighty husband was actually buying into my plans and I certainly was enjoying myself now. I sat down now confidently. I barely visited his club and all they would be seeing is just a young woman with a bit of semblance but never actually relating it to me. The makeup was pretty good and after all, I myself could barely recognize myself in the mirror earlier.
• "Kitty?" The announcer called my name and I knew it was time. The other girl was just leaving and I took in a deep breath as I made my way inside. So this was all he enjoyed all this time. Watching pretty half naked young women show off their skills. There was a pole in the middle of the room and there were people seated. The lights were not so bright nor were they dark and all this fell into my advantage. A couple of questions were asked to me but only one got to me.
• "You applied really late, why did you choose to apply?" the man asked me
• "I um... I saw the advert late and I thought to come and try my skills." I said
• "Alright then, wow us." he said and relaxed.
• I could not believe I was actually going through all of this in front of all these perverts just to enact revenge on my husband but then I decided to get on with it. I unwrapped the bindings of my overcoat revealing what I had on the inside but I did not take it off yet. It was all going to be part of my act as a soft tone came up to make me start. I went and stood in front of the pole holding it. I held the iron in my hand as memories of how wild I used to be on the poles flashed in my mind and then I began my short performance by first seductively removing my cap and then unpin my hair which was actually an installed wig to let it fall over cascading my shoulders. I danced the pole for sometime until I had gotten rid of even my overcoat. I could see the pleasure and desire in the eyes of them watching and then I knew I had them hooked. I might be out of practice for a while but I knew certainly that I had them hooked on me. Eventually when I finished, they actually clapped for me as I picked up and dressed up. My performance must have wowed them so much. I was told that they had taken notice and I would be given answers on the dashboard of the website what the result was but with the seduction in the eyes of them all including the obviously gay lady, I knew my days at the pole would be happening again.
• Quickly I walked out of the place and luckily he was talking with some other people while Emilio was standing there outside. I was really shocked when I had seen him and made to walk away but my heels were announcing me already.
• "Excuse me lady." he suddenly called out to me and I froze on the spot biting my lower lip. I probably have been busted already and now he would make certain to keep me away from his club. I did not turn around either as I needed to make certain I have been officially busted but tell me, how else would one describe this situation.