The dressing room smells of smoke and cheap perfume; Before I can even walk threw the door, this girl Gina rushes up to me and asks to borrow a few bucks until she makes it so she can score an O.C from some dude thats out in the lounge area. She just started yesterday, and I don't even know the chick. In fact, I'm not even sure if her name is Gina, it could be Jenna. Who knows, I don't pay attention to the new girls, half of them stay around long enough to make enough money to get there 'fix', and the other half quit after a few days for whatever other reason. Only a few stick around.
"You know, like, I really will pay you back the money when I make it, I mean, I only need 60 bucks and I'll split it with you if you want. And if you want, he's also got-"
"No, I'm cool," i interrupt. "and I don't carry cash with me. Sorry."
I push past the Gina chick and make my way to my locker. Some day shift girl at the locker next to mine is pulling $20's and $50's out of her G-string and bragging about the 'awesome' day she had, and how 'they were tipping good on the stage today'. Everybody knows she sucks dick in the private dance area; I don't know who she thinks she is fooling.
I quickly changed into a blue and black corset with black thongs and fishnets. After applying my makeup, i took one final look into the mirror and asked myself the same questions I ask myself every night: 'Why do I strip?
