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All Eyes On Me	By : ibgarry Category: +G through L > Ib Views: 1242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After his first announcing shift ended, Garry retreated to the back hall to change, while his co-announcer took over his job for the next hour and a half. The back corridor was crowded already, with some of the performers speaking with each other. Some sat, but they were all ready to perform. Only a few carried props.
Garry danced around them, and a few greeted him and waved. From the front of the hall, he saw Mary's door had been propped open. A group of girls stood around the door; Garry maneuvered around them.
Carrie had been changing into something different, fixing her hair while she reclined in a chair. She had two different routines with two alter egos, both equally as gorgeous. She had a plain face, something he'd overheard her say (but not necessarily agreed with), but she looked completely different with her hair done how she liked it. She'd pulled her hair up into a wig and was pinning it down; she was great at hiding her hair and securing everything over it. She had three caps laying around on her vanity counter.
Garry knocked on the open door, bringing himself to the girls’ attention. "I'm off for the next hour. Need anything?"
"Water would be great," Carrie requested. The other two girls didn't pay him any mind. "One for each of us, maybe. I’m back on in ten."
"You did great tonight." He paused. "Where is Ib, by the way?"
Carrie stuck her thumb to the curtain against the wall. The tail of the curtain stuck out, and he realized the awkward fold at the end of the curtain was actually Ib, hiding underneath. Mary was sitting on the floor next to her, close enough to see part of her. She was rubbing Ib’s arm gently, a poor attempt to soothe her. They had probably been talking earlier, and he wondered what on earth could have dragged her behind the curtain.
He mouthed "she okay?" to Carrie.
"She's a little nervous."
"I'll go get you guys some water."
He ran off to the water cooler and started to fill a couple paper cups. A girl came out of her room, having just finished changing, and offered to help him. He filled up four paper cups, one for himself, and gave the girl two to carry back for him. She trailed close behind.
Garry returned to the room to find nothing had moved. The girl stepped past him and handed a cup to Carrie; Garry realized she had returned to her folding chair after her performance. He walked across the room, but the girl moved faster than him. Mary took the last cup from her. Mary addressed her as "Lady" when she thanked her. Garry thanked her personally for her help, addressing her directly, and she seemed pleased he had somehow remembered.
Garry kneeled down next to Mary, who was leaning up against the wall beside Ib. Garry mouthed, "Is she alright?”, but Mary shook her head, miming Ib's nervousness. Garry set his cup down next to him and sat down beside Ib, who had the curtain pulled around her.
"Here, sweetheart." He put the cup of water down next to her. Ib looked at it briefly. "Nervous?"
She nodded promptly, picking up the cup to take a sip. Her hand shook.
Garry took a drink from his own. "You’ll blow them away, so don’t worry about it. The audience doesn’t expect much out of the newbies." He made an attempt to pat her shoulder around the curtain. With one hand still wrapped around the curtain to cover her legs, Ib mimicked him. He rested his head against hers, giving her a tight squeeze.
She took a long drink and dabbed at the corners of her mouth, careful not to mess up her makeup. “I’ll get used to it. It's just stage fright."
“You'll get used to it,” He reassured her. The curtain fell back off her shoulders. Garry watched her smile as they stood up; he assisted her in standing. She took his hand gratefully, pulling herself up with him.
When she stood, Garry had a full view of her costume. Her outfit wasn’t as much fabric as it was beads, but it was bright red. The beads looked to be synthetic glass. Probably plastic. She wasn’t wearing a wig, instead modeling clean-cut bangs and straight brown hair, how she usually wore it. It was ironed and sprayed; an hour prior, it would have been a mess in comparison. Her lipstick and eye shadow matched her outfit, both bright glittering red. The red suited her, especially with her dark hair, but the makeup was probably too much. Garry knew she hadn’t chosen it. She had pasties on, and he could see how they would be necessary to some extent; the beads weren’t much of a cover. Somehow, it was a cute ensemble. At least the outfit was nice. No one would particularly care about her outfit when she performed.
“She looks great, doesn’t she?” Carrie said.
“She does,” Garry agreed. Ib turned red past her makeup, her bangs brushing against her eyelids.
Mary stood up suddenly, and the quiet noise brought her to Garry's attention. “I’m going to go say hi to the boys before I go back on to finish for the night.” She walked to the vanity mirror, checked herself out, brushed off her miniskirt, and strode to the door. “I’ll be on the floor if you need me.”
She was out in an instant, and the moment the door was closed, Carrie started giggling. “You hurt her feelings when you don’t give her the attention she wants.” She shook her head.
“I don’t think it’s my attention that she wants.” He looked to the door and back. There was a lapse in conversation. “You missed a button on your top, Carrie.”
“No way, really?” She looked down to her chest. One of the four buttons on her tube top had popped and come undone. “Oh, you weren’t kidding.” She buttoned it up. “Thanks. I’m on in ten, so I’ll line up in the hall. Maybe make some new friends.” She laughed. Garry shook his head.
Carrie stood up and looked over her outfit in the mirror. Garry watched. Ib fiddled with some beads on her skirt; every time she swished her hips, they jingled, and she seemed to occupy herself with doing so for a moment. “Ib, will you be alright in here with Garry?” She asked, focused on finding any flaws in her hair or costume. She fluffed up her pastel blue, curled wig.
Ib looked up. “I should be fine."
“Alright, wait for me after the show’s over.” She stuck a bow in her hair and patted it down. “I’m off!”
“Have fun,” Garry called after her, and the door slammed shut.
He realized then that he had no idea what to say, and he had made a dire mistake in not keeping someone else in the room with the two of them.
Ib was first to break the silence. “I don’t have to go on for another forty-five minutes, I think…” She lifted her hair away from her face to check her outfit in the vanity mirror. When she was satisfied, she let her hair fall over her shoulders. “I’m really nervous.”
“Don’t be." Garry made his way towards the center of the room. He pulled a stool from the wall and sat facing Ib. "You’ve performed for the manager, haven’t you?”
She turned to him, dropping her hair. “I had to perform to apply here.”
“Everyone has to. You can’t get in here without being one of the best." He paused. "Do you have stage fright?”
"Yeah." Her outfit rattled as she walked towards Garry. She pulled up another stool and sat on the edge of the seat. “Don't you need to change?”
He shook my head. “Not for another half-hour.”
She nodded and seemed to understand.
“I can leave now and get dressed, and maybe I’ll catch you before you go on.”
She crossed her legs and thought it over.
“You can go talk to the girls in the hallway. Carrie’s probably still out there.”
She smiled to herself. Garry realized he probably sounded like he was trying to give excuses to get himself out of the situation he was in. “Yeah, that’s a better idea.” Ib stood up from the chair, balancing herself in her blood-red stilettos. She headed for the door, making a passing glance at the mirror. “I’ll see you in a few, then?”
“Alright."

As much as Garry had tried to stick to his word and slip into a nice costume as quickly as possible, he found himself excessively occupied by his necktie and a button that had fallen off of his long-sleeved collared shirt. After spending a few minutes sewing it back on, he finally found himself leaving.
When he returned to the hall, Ib wasn’t anywhere in sight. He caught up with Carrie, who had just come back from performing and who he found in a circle of girls, including Lady. She was sweating, but her makeup was perfectly sealed over her face. Lady was waiting with a hankie, and Carrie took it and dabbed her face generously, thanking her; Lady's painted lips curved into a smile.
As Garry approached, Carrie knew what he wanted to know, so she told him: "Ib's already up!"
“Shit, you’re kidding.”
“Where were you?" Carrie was bouncing with excitement.
"Changing!"
"Go around the back or something!"
He ran to the back hall, where the rear entrance to the bar was at the far end. The door was always unlocked, and past it Garry could her the music and applause. He opened the door and ran into the dark.
To his right stood the few bartenders, all on duty; the closest to him gave him a passing glance. Knowing who he was, the bartender ignored him and returned to the drinks he was preparing. Garry couldn't say he knew him.
Garry straightened his shirt. It was dark where he stood, so no one would pay much attention to him. He gathered himself and directed his attention to the stage, and he found Carrie had not lied to him.
Ib was on the thrust stage, and other performers were making their rounds at the tables below. It was hard for a lot of the patrons to not pay attention to her. Garry searched for Mary and found her in a circle of men, all watching intently.
Ib stepped carefully around the pole at the center of the room, circling it. She was already entirely familiar with the stage, Garry was sure of it, but the whole act looked so genuine, as if she’d never been on the stage. She had her leg around the pole and turned herself effortlessly, twisting around it without so much as a break. She landed, rolled her body against the bar, bringing herself closer to the floor every time her hips locked. She pulled herself up, around the bar, her thighs wrapped around the dull metal. Across the room, fifteen yards away, Garry could hear the beads on her skirt jingle as they rolled back against her soft hips and dangled off.
He snapped back to reality as she pulled back the waistband of her panties, and he could swear she had tens of twenties there in her hip. Scattered around her were ones and fives. The noise was deafening.
Garry ran behind the bar and back into the hall as Ib was just finishing her act; he knew he had to make it to the stage on time for the last hour.
He ran into Carrie, who asked over the noise of the hall, "Did she do well?"
Garry shouted back, "She was incredible!"
By the time he was up on stage, the crowd was still cheering as Ib made her way off. Ib watched him as he leapt up to the podium. He fixed himself and stood as if he had been there from the start of the night.
He leaned into the mic: “Darling, you were absolutely phenomenal!” The strip club veterans were elated. Ib brushed her hair off her shoulder and smiled modestly, stepping behind the curtain.
In the back of the room, he watched Mary in a crowd of men clapping and whooping. Mary clapped and cheered with them, but past her makeup, Garry could tell she was absolutely livid.
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