Candy Kane

She grew up tough as nails. It was the logical consequence of being born to parents who saw it fit to name their daughter "Candy Kane." The kids on the playground were cruel. Looking back, that was nothing compared to the abuse she took in middle school from barely pubescent boys. But the high school boys with their raging hormones were the worst.

Candy could remember the taunts as she walked down the hallway. The mocking voices as they sing-songed, "Sugary sweet and so good to eat" as she walked by. During graduation, one idiot thought it would be a RIOT to blast "lollipop" through the public announcement system as Candy took the stage to accept her diploma.

Despite numerous threats to her parents her name would be changed the second she turned 18, Candy kept the moniker. It was part of who she was. Part of the woman she became, in spite of the stripper name.

Candy shook her head, clearing it of images of the past. She took to an entirely different stage as her signature music blared through the speakers, working the crowd with your standard bump and grind. She paused to shake her ample tits before a man hoping not to be recognized as the county's presiding judge before swinging from the pole midstage, her g-string full of bills.

Candy swung her long legs above her head, flinging herself upside down. She continued her routine, a picture of pure seduction, as her eyes worked the room. There in the dark corner of the room, she found her target.

Righting herself, she strut off the stage, grabbing a bottle of champagne off the bar as she passed. Candy took a quick swig before straddling the man. He looked up and her with amused bravado, allowing her to tilt his head back with a firm tug. Champagne poured freely from the bottle and he greedily lapped up the bubbly flowing down his face. Candy rewarded his efforts with a lap dance.

At the end of her set, she returned to him. Pulling him from his seat, she led her to the dark depths of the club's back room. Her corner of this realm was full of plush leather couches and a well stocked bar. He poured himself a scotch before settling in on the cushions. The flickering candles only emphasized his eyes, heavy lidded with lust. Candy surged forward, voice teasing as she asked, "Do you remember me, love?"

He shook his head, clearly unable to place her. "I've seen you here every week this month. You're so fucking hot," he slurred, reaching for her.

Candy lowered herself to his lap, running her hands appraisingly up his arms. She leaned forward in to him, their lips inches apart. When he closed his eyes and attempted to close the remaining distance, she drew back her fist. The impact broke his nose and brought tears to his eyes. "Shit! What was that for?" He demanded.

Candy stared down at him, the man who had fueled so many of her teenage fantasies. The football player who refused to date the cheerleader just because her name was "Candy Kane." Something like that would mess with his perfect image.

"Now you're not perfect either." Candy stood, shaking her curls over her shoulder. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she walked out of the club.

Forever.