Name: Aiera Renee Belaqua
NickName: None, I like my name just the way it is.

Gender: Female
Age: 22
Species: Human

Birthplace: Munich, Germany

Occupation: Part time Waitress/bartender, Part time stripper. I know it seems strange for someone in my position to be a stripper, but I’m open about everything that goes on there with Aaron, and he never takes anything personally. Years ago I told him I would do anything for us to be together, and I meant it.

Physical Description: At 5’5” I’m just about average height. I weigh 140, so I’m not scrawny, but have been blessed with curves even if I’m not really muscle toned. I am a little because I do dance, but you can tell I don’t really workout, as I’m still soft around the edges. My hair is almost a dark chocolate brown that curls just enough to be irritating if I don’t do something with it.

My wardrobe though well used is varied and still in good condition. After running away from home my senior year I’ve learned to take care of what I have since money can be tight. Luckily for my first job I can really wear just about anything, and my second job has clothes that we can share.

I might not look like your average stripper, big breasts and skinny like a twig, but I’ve always been told that I’m pretty at least, and I at least have rhythm thank God, so I can still compete with the ones that have had surgeries to ‘enhance’ themselves.


Snapshot of Me: I love Aaron. I always have and I always will. We’d gone to the same schools forever, but I’d never noticed him because when I was younger I did what my father wanted me to. We finally met when my date for a dance started making out with some other girl in 9th grade and… Well he was there. I’d never even noticed him before, but when I looked up at him, looked into his eyes… I knew that we were just meant to be together. I would do anything for him, for us.

I like to dance really, and though I’m not fond of turning other guys on, I know it’s a necessary evil. It makes good money, and because I dropped out of school there’s not much else that I can do. It’s always fun to give Aaron private dances, it keeps things bright, fresh and exciting in the relationship. Things are hard right now, but I won’t give up, I’m not going to let go of the dream I have for us no matter how bad things can get.


History: I was only born in Germany because that was where my parents were on a business trip. I was about a month premature, so that’s the only reason I wasn’t born in Thunder Bay, Ontario where my parents lived. But I was back there about two months after I was born, in one of the quiet, rich little suburbs I grew to despise. My school district included a few of the ‘lower class’ subdivisions as well, and it was only because there wasn’t a private school in a decent range that I could go to, that I went to the public schools.

However, I hung out with the rich kids like my dad wanted me to, and my older sister always made sure. I hated it though… Hated how they always thought they were better than everyone else because they had more money. What was wrong with putting in an honest day’s work? Was there shame in helping others like at a store? Was there something wrong with cleaning someone’s house like we had? Or building houses for people to live in? I didn’t think so.

But life went on of course and I didn’t bother fighting my parents because there wasn’t a reason for me to. Not yet anyway.

It wasn’t until 9th grade, when I started going to high school, that I found a reason. This boy that my dad told me to go out with had gone to get us some drinks, but it was taking a while so I went to make sure everything was okay. I asked one of my fake friends where he’d gone and they said they saw him out in the walkways outside. I went to go find him and saw some other girl sitting in his lap, sucking his face off just about. He saw me but didn’t stop… Didn’t try to apologize or anything. Fighting back the tears I stormed off, only letting myself break into tears when I was safe and alone in one of the hallways.

Or I thought I was alone anyway. But a little while later someone sat down next to me, handing me a tissue. He didn’t say anything, just sat there with his hand over one of mine as I slowly pulled myself together. When I looked at him, I knew he had to be seeing something hideous. My makeup was all smudged and running, my eyes were all red and puffy from crying… But looking at him, he didn’t seem to see any of that. And I didn’t care about it any more either. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and despite what had just happened, I smiled and felt myself blushing.

We really didn’t say much that night… Just danced a few songs at the edge of the hall and then my dad’s driver came to pick me up.

But over the next few weeks I spent every moment I could with him, mostly at school because if my father ever found out that I loved some blue-collar boy… Well it would have been bad for both of us and I never would have seen him again. For two and a half years we kept it a secret, my sister paying attention to her own wants instead of me. Never mind she was a horrendous slut who’d slept with just about every guy in the upper circles. There was only one guy for me, and we’d decided to wait for a special time.

It was one night after he snuck out of the house again that I went downstairs to get something to snack on, and I heard my parents talking about sending me to an all Girl’s School to ‘polish’ me up my last year of formal education. If that happened…. I’d never see him again. I’d be sent off to school and then they’d try to get me to marry some guy I didn’t even know. They’d try to force me down that same road my sister had flounced down two years earlier. But I wasn’t like her, wasn’t going to go quietly…

Or maybe I would.

I played along with the whole ‘packing for school’ thing that they wanted me to do. But instead, the night before I was supposed to leave, everything packed in a small u-haul trailer out in the garage, Aaron brought his truck and I threw everything I could into the back and we drove off. We drove until dawn, stopping then at a motel where we stayed for a week or so before we found the little shabby one room apartment that we still live in years later.

I found a job as a waitress, and Aaron found a job at a local hardware store where he later found his way into construction. But we wanted better than what we had. We had to start building a real life together. So reluctantly, I got a job as a stripper. Aaron was against it of course, but he knew we needed the money, and he knew I would never do anything to hurt him. But he worried about my safety mostly. I don’t really like stripping, but the money is good and it makes sure to pay the bills when the construction jobs slow down.

We’ll get in a better position one day. We’ll go back to school, we’ll get better jobs and we’ll have a real family, I’m sure we will.