Day One
Today is Sweetie Belle's first day on the job at the new strip club. All around her were girls in some of the skimpiest dresses. She was able to make out a few familiar faces, like Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, Cherry Jubilee and Berry Punch, even Trixie was there. But none were more noticeable than Applebloom and Scootaloo.
"Applebloom, Scootaloo! What are you two doing here?" Sweetie Belle asked as she ran up to them. "We came to work with you." Scootaloo said. "Besides. It might be a great new start to findin' our cutie marks again." said Applebloom. "So... Who exactly are we working for anyway?" Scootaloo asked.
"That would be me." a voice came from behind the three fillies. It was the masculine beefcake minotaur, Iron Will. "Aren't you supposed to be advertising Old Spice?" Scootaloo asked. "At first I was. Then I was like, I need a real job." He said. "By the way...Applebloom, Scootaloo, you're hired. See you at the pole tonight, Sweetie Belle." With that, Iron Will left them.
"What does he mean by 'the pole?'" Applebloom asked curiously. "It's where we get to dance and spin around while money gets tossed at us." Sweetie Belle answered cheerfully. "Sounds painful..." said Scootaloo. "It doesn't hurt unless somepony throws an entire roll of bits. If you want, you can watch tonight." said Sweetie Belle. "All right, we'll be there." Scootaloo said as she and Applebloom hurried to find Iron Will.
About two and a half hours later, it was time for the pole-dancing to begin, starting with Trixie. She twirled around the pole and pulled off some pretty decent tricks. She almost made it seem like it came naturally to her. She was done within seven minutes and it was Carrot Top's turn. She pulled off a couple of amateur tricks and she was done. Next up was Sweetie Belle.
Sweetie Belle took a few steps backward. "I new the little runt couldn't do it." Trixie muttered. Sweetie Belle then jumped at the pole, grabbed on, spun around the pole, and landed on her head in an upside-down splits formation. She continued with plenty of spins, twirls, and slides. The stallions watching her (as well as Applebloom and Scootaloo) were cheering her on. They had never seen such a vibrant performance. The stallions roared even louder when Sweetie Belle took off her panties and socks and slingshotted them into the crowd.
Sweetie Belle walked off the stage passing by the stunned faces of Trixie and Berry Punch. "WOW! Sweetie Belle, I didn't know you could move like that!" Scootaloo said, hardly able to contain herself. "Neither did I!" Sweetie Belle said joyfully. "That was some HOT dancing Sweetie Belle! If your friends can dance just as well, you'll all be rich in no time." Iron Will said to the three fillies.
About two hours later, Scootaloo and Applebloom headed toward their homes while Sweetie Belle walked home with about two hundred bits. Today was quite successful. "But what will become of tomorrow?" Sweetie Belle thought.
Sweetie Belle was walking from her house to the Pinkberry Strip Club, when she saw Pinkie Pie walking out with a disturbed look on her face. "Sweetie Belle, I'm gonna give you a fair warning. There are NO pink berries in hat building." she said as she walked back to the Sugarcube Corner, twitching every so often.
Sweetie Belle went inside and checked the dance list. She wasn't going to perform today. How sad... She was looking forward to it too... Instead, she would be serving drinks today. Sweetie Belle went to the drink station and found that she would be working with Trixie of all ponies. Oh well...
"The great and powerful Trixie thinks you did well last night, especially for your first time." Trixie said. "Great...* The dumb bitch still speaks in third pony..."* Sweetie Belle thought as she got to the counter. Sweetie Belle stood behind the counter, next to Trixie. "So, you're stuck back here today too, huh?" Sweetie Belle said, somewhat gruffly. "I know it sucks back here, but at least this job pays well." Trixie said with a bored expression on her face.
A stallion in a hat came up to the counter. "one apple vodka, please." The stallion's voice was familiar. "Braeburn? What are you doing here?" Sweetie Belle. "Therapy hasn't been workin' Sweetie. I decided to just drink the memories of that damned elevator away." Braeburn said as he handed Trixie thirty-seven bits.
Trixie gave Braeburn a shot glass and poured some vodka and applejuice into it. Braeburn slowly drank it, trying to make it last as long as possible. When he finished, he set the glass down and walked away. About fifteen minutes later, Luna showed up at the counter. "Hi Sweetie Belle. How are you doing?" Luna asked. "Oh, I'm okay." Sweetie Belle replied. She turned to Trixie and asked for some moonshine. "I'm terribly sorry, Luna. That has been illegal in Ponyville for three hundred and fifty years." Trixie said.
Luna was taken aback. "What! How Dare Tia take my favorite drink from me!" The moon princess stormed out and headed to the royal castle to have a chat with her sister. It was not until four-thirty when somepony else showed up for a drink. It was Flash Sentry. He asked for a shot of whiskey.
"Yesterday, for Twilight Sparkle's birthday. I splashed out and bought her an expensive coat made of skunk fur. Guess what she said." without giving them time to guess he took a sip of his whiskey and continued. "She said she couldn't believe anything so nice could come from such an ugly, smelly creature." He gulped down the rest of his whiskey. "That bitch..." he said as he gave Trixie sixty-three bits, shakily got off the stool, and stumbled away, tripping a couple times on his way out.
About an hour later it was time to go home. Trixie and Sweetie Belle split their profits, getting fifty bits each. "Well, today was uneventful..." Sweetie Belle thought as she got to the Carousel Boutique. She got in bed and thought "Maybe tomorrow will be better."
