Habit To Heels Chapter 7

A Nun Walks into a Strip Club/ Graduation

Freezing in her car late at night, Tara knew she needed to get home ahead of a busy tomorrow. She was not wearing her coat. A red light has stopped her she is sitting at an empty intersection. The Sky Chicken is straining in the cold, unable to generate enough heat. Tara's breath is fogging up the windshield. A Neon sign, emanating from a building on the right side of the street, is making it brighter than daylight inside the car.

The traffic light flashes green without Tara even noticing. As the light signals red again, Tara continues not to notice. Finally green, Tara snaps out of it and makes a turn into the parking lot of  The Silver Mirage. Hesitating for a moment, standing outside in the parking lot, shivering in the cold. Tara grabs the cold metal handle and pushes the door open.

It is dark inside the club, with constant flashing spotlights and loud un-discernible music. Its stench is a mix of cigarettes, alcohol, stale carpet, and freshly cut lumber. She holds in a sneeze. Tara can't make out anything, as her eyes adjust to the dark.  She walks up to a counter which is covered with a combination of nude Polaroids, posters, and pictures from nude magazines.

"No cover for females," Says the man behind the counter, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, I'm just looking around. Thanks," Tara stammers. In the club's main room, Tara notes men sitting all over the place nursing either beers or possibly whiskey.

To Tara, the atmosphere was nothing like the sanitized images she had in her head of what a 'strip club' would look like. A large mural-sized pastel velvet painting of a nude woman eating a banana adorns the hallway. At the center of the club is an elevated stage, framed with a thick velour curtain. At the end of the stage stands three brass poles with spotlights spinning in no particular pattern.

Tara watches as a nude dancer, with long blond hair and particularly large breasts on stage.  She is twisting and swaying with the music, lost in the rhythm. She shakes her breasts and ass, as a guy gets up and meets her at the edge of the stage. As he places a dollar bill between her breasts she winks and blows him a kiss.

A voice behind Tara snaps her from her reverie, "You look lost, sweetheart. First time?" Standing behind Tara is a short stocky waitress who is wearing a wife beater T-shirt, that exposes a bit too much cleavage, a plaid short schoolgirl skirt, and thigh-high stockings.

"Oh yes hello. I'm just checking it out," Tara trying to smile and act casual at the same time.

The schoolgirl-clad waitress continues, "Why are you so made up?" The waitress's eyes begin to scan Tara up and down. "We don't get many girls with a full face of makeup and in sweatpants. Just asking," She says.

Tara says, "Oh, I was just coming home from shooting pictures with a friend." Tara realizing she was still wearing a full face of makeup after the photo shoot with Taylor.

Holding out a chair the waitress says, "OK....would you like a drink?"

"I--I don't drink," Tara taking a seat at the side of the stage.

"Well if you change your mind," The waitress finishes.

Tara begins to watch the entertainment. Listening to the loud distorted music, Tara watches how the dancer controls the room's attention. As the last song in her set finishes, she picks up her discarded clothing as well as several dollar bills off the stage floor, and exits.

The next performer comes out, she has short dark hair. This dancer is wearing a sheer bra and a ballet TuTu with point shoes. She is dancing to Knights White Satin, by the Moody Blues as she performs. Dancing Ballet the whole time en pointe, as she spins Tara notices she has no panties on. She quickly removes her bra. Her small and perky tits become exposed, as Tara notices a small floral patterns tattooed on the small of her back. Her nude ballet mixed with the lighting and the music seems to control the entire building. She mesmerizes her audience while she spins her toned body. She holds up a leg straight up in the air, showing a clear view of her pussy as she spins on one leg.

While spinning, the dancer notices Tara. The nun is hard to miss in sweats, with a face full of makeup, sitting at the side of the stage. Their eyes meet. Tara smiles and nods.

It is not the nudity or the sensuality that captivates her--it is the power the dancers, have over everyone while performing.  As a nun, Tara had been taught to shrink and defer, to stand in the background, this was something different. The dancers are unapologetically themselves.

As the Ballet stripper finishes, she squats at the side of the stage, close to Tara. She states, "Nice makeup job.  Do you dance?"

"Thank you, no, I'm no dancer," Tara finds the question funny. "Just checking things out."

The Ballet dancer, putting her bra back on, sits in the empty chair next to Tara. Extending a hand, "Hi, I'm Emily. What brings a nice girl like you into a place like this on such a cold night?"

Tara is in shock that the stripper is sitting at her table. "Not sure, I drove by and had to come in. My name is Tara," Reaching across the table to shake.

Emily enquires as she shakes back, "Are you a stripper?" 

Waving her hand Tara responds, "Me no I don't dance. You, however, are quite a good dancer, I love your Ballet."

Emily holds out her legs and points at her ballet shoes. "I had some training. It gives me a chance to show off a bit. If I kick high the guys can see up my skirt, and I get better tips," Laughing.

Tara now getting uncomfortable, "Is that why you dance for the tips?"

Emily is a bit confused, "Yes, of course. Spread and let them see and get more money. I'm putting myself through college. I'm a working girl."

"Not for the empowerment? The art, the expression," Tara, rambling for an answer.

Laughing the ballerina replies, "Strictly for money, money, and more money. A means to an end. Is that what you thought, well maybe just a bit to express my ballet, but not so much."

Tara replies, "OK, if I danced, I do not know what I would do with the money, hmmm. Anyway, I don't dance."

Emily gestures with her arm around the room, "Look around, you are the best-looking girl in this place, by Far. Most of the guys are checking you out. They are not even looking at the nude dancers. You're just sitting there fully clothed." Laughing, "I also can see it in your eyes, you plan on dancing nude on stage."

"Eyes can be deceiving," Replies the nun.

Emily stands up, "OK Tara, keep telling yourself that. A good club to start dancing at is 'Bonita's Spice Sweet Spice'. It's around the corner from here. A bit more classy. But not much." Snickering, "Every Wednesday night they have amateur night. Girls from all over dance nude, kind of a contest. You are so much prettier than any of them. You would win every time. I think like $250.00. All about money, money, and more money. See around soon."

Emily goes to the next table to hustle some guy for a lap dance.

After  Emily leaves Tara continues to watch, is it about sex, control, money, or confidence? The world isn't as simple outside the convent. Tara decides she must step outside the boundaries, even if just for a moment. By the time she leaves, her mind is made up. The sky Chicken barely starts in the cold, Tara drives home.

The following Sunday. The entire congregation watches Sisters Alexa and Asia take their solum oaths as nuns of St. Rose. The chapel of St. Rose is filled with organ music, songs, and festivities. The light shines through the stained glass mixed with candlelight. Smells of incense fill the dry winter air. 

Sister Tabby, as Mother Superior, stands at the altar her hands clasped in solemn prayer. The two young women kneel before her, "Sisters Asia and Alexa, do you commit your lives to service, humility, and faith?"

Tara, Willa, and Andrea are sitting close to the front. Tara thinks back to when she took her vows. She has changed since then. Tara is pulled between back then and the future. She gazes and smiles as her friends become nuns. Looking up at the stained glass windows, wondering what a world without this convent would be.

Asia looking like a fish out of water glances at the crowd of sisters gathered in the pews. She adjusts her new habit, clearly uncomfortable, "Yes."

Alexa echoes confidently, her chin tilted just slightly higher than necessary.

Sister Tabby glancing down once again, "You have both worked hard to reach this day. Welcome to our sisterhood."

The chapel erupts in applause. Sisters Eugene and Evelyn step forward to help Asia and Alexa adjust their veils. 

Asia is still awestruck. The local reporters covering the ceremony flash their cameras. Alexa quickly jumps into the interview to be the moment's celebrity.

After the vows, the nuns file out into the courtyard. Sister Tera grins at the newly minted Sisters. Tara says, "Well, ladies, you survived. How do you feel?"

Asia laughs. "Like I just signed up for a lifetime of obedience?"

Sister Amanda chuckles, "About right. But not to worry. Now just the girls are celebrating. Sisters Willa, Tera, and I are taking you both to the market in town to celebrate."

Alexa rolls her eyes, "I have not been outside of St. Rose in weeks!!"

The five nuns pile into Sister Terra's Sky Chicken.

The market is a bustling maze of stalls. The smell of pizza, fresh produce, and roasted nuts fills the air. The group gravitates toward a pizza stand.

The guy taking the pizza orders (He is the Author of this story) smiles. He says, "Hello, sisters. What can I get for you?"

Alexa leans over, whispering to Asia, "Ya think." They both giggle.

Tara scolds the new nuns, "Now sisters. Behave on your first day." Looking toward the guy at the stand, "Never mind they were kind of celebrating."

Sisters Andrea and Willa share in the snickering.

The pizza guy seeing Willa's cast, "Here you Sisters go, enjoy. I gave you all the extra cheese. For the special day." Pointing at Willa's arm, "What happened?"

Sister Alexa still half smirking, "She fell on the Ice, can't trust her to do anything."

Willa Stares down at her new sister, "Gee, thanks." Shaking. "Not True."

Walking away Sister Andrea turns and looks over her shoulder, smiling.

The sisters find a spot in the food court. Willa, cast, and all spots a familiar face, "Hey, it's Jerry the Gardner."

Across the crowded court, a stocky man in a faded flannel jacket is walking toward them. He approaches the table, removing his knit cap and nodding politely. Jerry the Gardner says, "I hear this was a big day. Who took vows today?"

Alexa quickly quips, "Asia and I."

Sister Willa, ever the diplomat, shifts in her seat. "Thank you for your hard work, Jerry. We will let you get back to it," with a dismissive smile.

Jerry says with a slow nod, "Enjoy the market." He lingers a moment too long before turning away.

As soon as Jerry is out of earshot, Sister Tara leans in, "There's just something about him."

Alex always teases Tara, "Like the Pizza guy."

Tara, mocking Alexa, in a funny voice, "No, not like the Pizza guy." Regular voice, "I just don't trust trust him. I'm not sure what it is."

Asia frowns, "Why not? He seems nice."

"Nice isn't always nice," Sister Amanda says quietly.

Willa smiles as they all walk back to the car, "Asia, I know you have a flair for art. I would like you to be my assistant music instructor a St. Rose. Asia Hugs Willa. "Yes, that would be fun."