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By Misti Velvet Rainwater Submitted by chris Date: 2002 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.09.06.14.656]] |
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Smelly, sweaty heat permeated the insanely crowded dressing room. Stale cigarette smoke choked the air, and feminine gabble rose and fell over the loud music that came from the DJ booth. Right now, Slash was playing "The Joker". "Really love your peaches wanna shake your tree," three of the girls sang in unison. They were sharing a cigarette while adding the final touches to their hair and make-up. Their names were Cynthia, Sammi, and Randi - they had been dancing at the club since it first opened back in November of 1991. Amy and Denise - two college freshman who'd been dancing at the club for a month now - were instructing the new girl how to gyrate and milk the men for money. "Don't just take the money and walk away. Give 'em a good show. Give 'em their dollar's worth," Amy said in an un-bossy way. "Really get into it. Move your cunt like this," Denise added, rotating her lithe body in a vulgar manner. April Dawn Forrester, the pale, trembling new girl, nodded her head in comprehension. She'd run away from home and needed the money. She was a shy, God-fearing virgin, but she was desperate for a job. [to be continued....] |