I laugh."No worries there.There hasn't been anyone."
He grins at me."I like knowing that a lot."
I grin back and continue."At the height of the night, it must have been around three, Beyoncé's 'Dance For You' started to play.By this time, I had had more than a few drinks and was feeling bulletproof.I couldn't help myself.The dancer in me came out.I became Beyoncé on that bar stool and the dance floor.By the end of the song, the rumor had spread like wildfire throughout the club that Beyoncé was there.It was crazy wild!Everyone thought I was Beyoncé.We tried to 'sneak out' the back.Ha!It was so easy to fool everyone, even the paparazzi.People see what they want to see, and they believe what they want to believe.That night, in the back of that limousine riding around Vegas, both Seary and Surreal were born.I knew I didn't want to do the extracurricular side of the exotic entertainment business, so I stipulated that my job was to dance."I laugh."Bart was pretty shocked when I told him that I have one rule I live by."
"Just one?"Aurei laughs with me.
"One's enough if it's the right one."I wink at him."Rule #1, no touching."
He laughs out loud."That's one hell of a rule for a Vegas girl.I can imagine his shock."
"He thought I wasn't serious, just scared, but I explained to him it was a hard rule.Non-negotiable and that any exotic entertainment I provided would be through suggestive dance, and I reserved the right to decide if I performed nude too."I stare out the window."I can't imagine now not dancing.Bart told me, 'Fame is addicting.'And it is.Anyway, he is my agent.Cat is my manager and my best friend.I moved into a condo below her and live the high life.They trained me on the stripper pole and to do lap dances, but that's all.Seary works exclusively for him, modeling his promotions and events, but my main job and moneymaker is dancing as Surreal."
"Who are the celebrities you dance?"
"I've done Beyoncé, of course, Madonna, Rihanna, Katy, Christina, Britney, J.Lo, even Miley.If the video is hot and popular, I learn it and perform it.It is an easy deception because videos have costumes.I don a wig, and we have great make-up artists.We do either a flash mob-style performance where we are all in the crowd when we start, or we do a full stage production.It's always late in the evening, so everyone is stoned, high, or drunk.It only works because the celebrities bought into the idea.They'll stop by, do a quick appearance, and boom.We are the talk of the town again.Since I've been gone, Miley has made an appearance, and Taylor Swift has agreed to do it too.Anyway, we never advertise the performances.It is always a hit or miss for the customers, which keeps them coming back.It's a win-win for everyone.We pay the real stars a hefty royalty fee, and Bart pays me a hefty performance fee."I look at him.
"I'm sorry now I didn't hang out to see if the J-Lo show was you or her.What do you do to reveal the performer?"
I laugh."I come out in my Black & Blue Baby and do a killer performance on the pole.When you see it, you never forget it, and you want to see it again."
"Why?"He smiles and cuts his eyes at me.
"Because I do a spectacular diving drop that makes the crowd gasp, and then an arching stretch that pushes my tits out the open heart, which always gets a standing ovation."
"Fuck!I'm really sorry now I missed it.I love your tits."
I laugh."We branded the Blue Heart logo as Surreal's, and we sell Blue Heart merchandise throughout Vegas.That's the long story that goes with my little blue heart."
"I'll be damned.I would never have guessed that.That's fucking brilliant business, right there."
"It turned out to be.We sell a ton of merchandise.People want a piece of memorabilia, and it's so innocent they can take it anywhere."
"What kind of items do you sell?"
"We have pics and posters of me in various positions on the pole, which Surreal autographed.We also sell t-shirts, glasses, cups, beer mugs, magnets, just about anything you can put a simple Blue Heart on."
He laughs."Like my coffee cup this morning."
"Yep."
"I'm impressed!"He looks in the side mirror, puts on the left blinker, and enters the turn lane at a red light.We sit there in silence as he maneuvers in the traffic."So, I guess this means you are rich?"
"Yes."
"How rich?"
"Almost filthy rich."I watch his reaction, but his face doesn't change.Most men would either become VERY romantic now, or they would become intimidated.No reaction.That's interesting.
"That's cool.Can I have an autographed poster and a t-shirt?"
"Yes."I laugh."You can have both and your very own coffee mug."
"Can I have a private lap dance and private pole dance?"
"Affirmative."I wink at him."You can have everything, any time you want."
"I like that deal."He pulls into the turn lane of a mini-storage facility."We have to make a stop here before we head out."
