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Lights.
The flashing of a rainbow of strobe lights flashing on stage
Music.
A deep, rythmic, club music. One the dancer is used to dancing to, something new, and exotic.
Click.
The clicking of her uncomfortable heels against the stage floor as she makes her way to the front.
Pole.
A tool used in a most exotic form of dance that has been sexuallized for years known as pole dancing.
This is what Jordan can do, this brings the cash rolling on the stage by the hundreds in the rich club. Jordan strutted to the front of the stage and the music stopped, snapping the dancer to her pose.
"Wait for it, and... now." She mumbled to herself, to low for anyone to hear her.
The music picked up and she was flying towards the pole set up before connecting to it. Jordan twisted and turned on the stationary pole, hypnotizing the audience. After a little bit she landed softly on the stage, stripped to her lace underware that she only ever wore for shows.
Then she danced. The pole being an occasional accompaniment to her solo. Her stomach rolled from the top of her hips in a wave upward to her head, which rolled in time with the music.
She was a goddess on stage, every person in the club loved her but she saw none of them. Instead, she was miles away, in her bedroom, practicing for tonight once again, just herself, a boom box and a bed.
The money shot came about and Jordan wasted no time jumping onto her pole again, her torso under her legs, which were tightly clasped against the pole. Blood rushed to her head as she hung upside down, slowly rotating down towards the floor. Once she was within appropriate distance, she grabbed the pole with her hands and flipped off.
The song ended, money rained from the audience waking Jordan up from her trance. She flashed a seductive smile as she walked back towards backstage slapping her ass as she went.
That earned hoots from the crowd and even more money.
"Dove, you do know how to milk them for all they have." A man in a suit stated as he approached the girl who smiled brightly at him.
"You think I did good?" She asked hopefully, her eyes shining brightly with exhilaration.
"I think you did great sweetheart. I'm positive those pigs thought so too. Go walk the floor for the rest of your shift, you might make a catch." The burly man stated. Jordan laughed softly and flashed a grin.
"Come on Dave, you and I both know that half of Starling City's one percenters are out there, I am definitely going to make a catch." She stated happily before walking onto the club floor.
A few guys stared as she passed, to which she flashed a sultry smile the had them gulping.
"Hello sweetheart, why don't you give me a private dance?" A male voice asked her softly with a smile.
Jordan recognized the man as a local CEO with big money. Jordan swallowed a bit of bile as he took in her body without shame. "Alright sweetheart, follow me." She stated softly, her voice full of mystery.
Jordan led the man to an empty room with its individual set of poles after he paid a large amount for the said room. She had them start up a song from her Playlist as she knew how to dance to every one of them. The big CEO took his seat in a chair just a foot or two away from the stage, here, he was no one but a customer.
In the beginning of the song, she rolled her body up in posture in time to the deep beat of the bass drum. When the first chord struck, she was feral. Dancing with form of need, one that was lost in the dances of so many rich little girls trying to seduce their crush. This was a love for what she did because Jordan did, in fact, love to dance.
About halfway to the money shot, she strutted down the stairs and over to where the CEO was fighting with a hard one. He watched her with helpless eyes as she neared closer to him with a seductive smile. Jordan thought the best part was when she sat on his lap and started the lap dance portion he visibly gulped.
By the time Jordan pushed off his lap the song was about two thirds of the way done. Jordan flipped onto the stage and grabbed the pole in time for the money shot, starting her duet with a cylindrical piece of metal as she twisted and turned and did things that she couldn't anywhere else.
The song ended sooner than she thought, Jordan was on her knees, her breath heavy in her chest. After the song, she got up and left, simple as that, leaving the man to process what all had just gone down.
"So, I saw a big CEO drag your pretty little ass into a private room, how'd that go?" A petite girl asked as she came up to Jordan, walking next to her.
"Poor guy didn't know what hit him. I think he will be needing to deal with a little problem though. I got a little carried away." Jordan replied with a laugh before wandering away.
Through the rest of her shift she got a couple of other requests and gave a few more private dances before wander backstage again. In the dressing rooms, Jordan slipped her jeans and worn t-shirt over the lingerie lace.
"Great job today Dove, you should give lessons or something, the way you dominate the pole is like nothing I've ever seen." One of the girls stated as she walked in too, getting her stuff together.
"I wouldn't mind if I had a place to do it, you know no one's gonna send anyone to dance lessons in a strip club." Jordan replied as she shoved her purse onto her shoulder.
"Alright Jade, I've got to go, she you later." She called over her shoulder before leaving the dressing rooms.
"Here is your earnings from tonight, and a generous tip from yet another CEO or CFO, can never keep track of them." Dave stated before handing her a wad of money that was shoved into her jean pocket for safe keeping.
"Ah, thanks Dave, I've got to blaze if I'm gonna catch the damn bus." Jordan stated with a laugh.
"Dove, you're the only person that still says that, wierdo." Dave called after her retreating form, which disappeared out of the back door.
Jordan eventually made it to the Glades, walking down a random street to her small house.
"Hey sweethwart, I think I'm a bit lost, can you help out?"
"Yeah little one, can you?"
"Come one don't ignore me. Hey! Didn't I say don't ignore me?"
A man shoved Jordan against the wall. Everyone in the party was oblivious to the hooded man lurking on the roof.
Jordan acted without thinking, her puree slipped from her shoulder to her hand which dug out her tazer from it's clutches. Before anyone realized what was happening the man who shoved her was on the ground and the man next to him was holding his knee as he sobbed.
Jordan kneed one man in the groin, the the head as he bent over in pain, zapping a third one to the ground before tunings to see the other two with arrows embedded in their shoulders and the one who held his knee earlier tugging at the arrow stick out of his knee.
In front of her stood a man in a green hood with what looked like green face paint in a line across his eyes.
The man grabbed her waist and ran away from the scene. He ran for a block or two before stopping.
"Are you okay?" His deep voice asked but Jordan suspected a voice scrambler at work.
"Yeah, thanks for helping me. What's your name? Maybe I can send you a gift basket or something? I have cash in my pocket, will you take that?" Jordan asked with gratefulness written across her features.
"You want to... thank me?" He asked, his tone curious, as if he had never heard of such a thing.
"Why wouldn't I? You helped me, of course I want to thank you." She stated with a smile.
"Save your money, he's a vigilante like me. We don't need thanks." A second man spoke up, Jordan recognized his voice.
"Roy? Hey, you know the vigilante hood dude? Man, Thea will kill you! As much as I would love to see you slapped by your girlfriend though, your friend saved my life, so lose the bow and arrow and I'll get you dinner. Both of you." She stated with a wave of her hand.
"No thanks-" the man in the green hood began to decline, this made both Roy and Jordan laugh.
"It's funny that you think you have a choice." She stated before grabbing their hands to pull both of them along with her.
After a minute of walking, Jordan came to a small house that had termites eating at it's rotting wood but was surprisingly well cleaned for its location.
"Have a seat, I'll grab something from the fridge." Jordan ordered the two men, who didn't dare disobey. One from knowledge of what she could do, the other from lack of knowledge.
"Jo-Jo?" A girl murmured tiredly as she walked into the kitchen area, furiously rubbing her eyes. The girl was around fourteen with silky brown hair dressed in short runners shorts and a stained t-shirt thay was five sizes to big for her, eating up the runners shorts.
"Go back to sleep." Jordan ordered but the girl had set her sights on Roy and the vigilante.
"Uncle Roy! You know the vigilante dude, sweet! Man, I am a huge fan of how you save people. Cops aren't all up to what they used to be, and if you're here that means Jo was in trouble and you saved her. Thank you." The teen gushed, her eyes softening when thanking the man, who merely nodded.
"Where's my thanks?" Roy asked with a small smile. The Vigilante elbowed him in the ribs, making Roy groan and wave off the question. The teen girl shot Roy a glare before turning to her sister.
"Are you dating the Vigilante? I thought you were dating Dave though, or Uncle Roy. Or both. Maybe you're dating all three at the same time!" Kelly stated with a wide smile. The Vigilante coughed uncomfortably while Roy laughed loudly.
Jordan gave her little sister a withering look as she walked to the table with three beers in hand and bowl of goldfish. "I swear Kelly, if you weren't so damn cute I would kick you out. Dave is my boss, we've been over this, that and he's like twenty years older than me. Roy frigging Harper here is like a brother to me thats basically incest. I am not datong two men at once nor am I dating three men at once. In fact, I'm not dating anyone at the moment. The Vigilante and I only recently met so no, we are obviously not dating. Go to bed." Jordan ordered as she popped open her beer then offered the opener to the two men, both gladly accepting it.
"Goldfish!" Kelly yelled loudly, snatching a handful before running to her bed which was also known as a couch.
"Kelly you can't just- nevermind. Thank you two for helping me earlier today." Jordan stated again softly.
"Helping you with what? Does the vigilante work at the club too? Is he you're customers? Why does he wear a hood? Is it a kinky thing? Jo I need to know!" Kelly asked before shaking her sister, her face full of questions.
"Not telling. No he doesn't Kelly it's a strip club for rich males so unless he is a bouncer but I haven't seen him before there. He isn't one of my customers as far as I know. Do I look like I can read minds? I don't know why he wears a hood or if it's a kinky thing, and you don't just ask if it's a kinky thing Kelly. Come on, social graces." Jordan scolded, smacking the back of her sisters head with a scowl.
Jordan turned back to the men after the pair finished their glaring contest to find only Roy Harper sitting there and an empty drink where the Vigilante sat.
"You scared him off Kelly!" Jordan whined to her little sister, who stuck out her tongue.
"Whatever, I need to sleep before getting you to school and running to the bank. Night Kelly, Roy you are welcome to stay if you'd like." Jordan stated. Roy shook his head no to the response, standing to leave while Jordan walked away.
Roy left through the front door, leaving Kelly all alone.
"I know you're still there, thanks for saving my sister. I can't survive without her. I mean, Uncle Roy might help out and Dave could try but I don't want to be put in the system. Jordan tried so hard to keep me out of it. She has like two jobs and I don't think she eats so that she can save money. She said that I'm gonna go to college and be the greatest Lawyer ever. I said I wanted to go to law school so she's gonna get me there. Don't tell her, but I'm looking for a job so that I can help her save for college. My sister's super smart, she knows everything. I wish she went to college, she could be a doctor, or a teacher, or a cop, or... I don't know, something. I've got to sleep now, goodnight hood dudes." The teen murmured before flopping on the couch tiredly.