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    Kelly wasn't used to half-naked women parading around her as they primped for the show. The dancers were prima donnas, the waitresses were mother hens. She wasn't sure why, except that that was how Cass operated. She was a waitress, several of the dancers her good friends. The buxom woman fawned over the tight bodied dancers, massaging their backs and legs, the sexual double entendre thick. Kelly supposed that they all slept together, but that wasn't something they would talk about openly. When Debbie, a sweet little brunette asked Kelly to rub her back with cream, she didn't balk. It seemed so natural. Maybe there was a little mother hen in her too. The cream was really glitter that had to go everywhere. When Kelly's hands reached the small of Debbie's back, her hand dropped to the plump round ass cheeks to finish the job. Did it arouse her too? The girl didn't say, so Kelly kept her feelings to herself. She only wished she could have rubbed the girl's breasts, those soft mounds looked as soft s newborn skin.
    Kelly watched the getting ready, no longer feeling out of place. She would have been more self-conscious if she'd worn real clothes instead of the pink satin shorts, the satin collar around her neck, and the starched white cuffs at her wrists. The cuffs made her think of being tied that afternoon in the old factory, and how the ropes had left indentations that only disappeared just before she had to go to work.
    The talk between the girls was easy going and natural, strangely centered on men. On the real men in their lives: the louses and the sweet ones and the ones that sat on the fence. Kelly could commiserate, knowing her history of relationships was as crazy as these young women's. Blending into this very different world had seemed at first an impossible stunt; but it was becoming more possible every minute. It didn't take much to gain their confidence, just emotional honesty, a commodity they treasured among themselves, but didn't expect from men.
    Doing her job, however, Kelly was much less comfortable. Walking topless into the lounge, she thought for a moment she was going to faint, though that was only the sexual energy firing inside, upsetting her natural cool. Choosing to focus on the men, not her breasts, she regained her composure.
    "You're new?" her first customer asked.
    "Yes, I am, " she answered, serving his beer.
    He stared right at her breasts and then looked up at her with a smile. "Nice, really nice."
    It was about the same all evening. Lots of stares and meaningless sweet talk, and only one brief touch from a man the bouncers pulled from the bar just a half hour later when he went after one of the dancers.
    When the bar closed, Tad was there at the end of the back alley to pick her up. Hopping in the convertible next to him, she took a long, deep breath trying to let the night disappear from her mind. And yet hundreds of thoughts and feelings played against each other in brain and body. All she wanted to do was sleep, to forget about everything for awhile and hope she could be the editor of the City Desk in the morning. At the moment, she could hardly imagine her other life, the paper, the job, the research for the story. She felt as if she’d disappeared into another planet where none of that existed.
    "Don't you think this car's a little too visible?" she asked Tad as they were halfway towards her apartment. She felt exposed to the world, even though she was perfectly sheltered in the car beside him.
    "Not really," he answered, seeing her odd inward expression. She'd put a wall up. closing him out.
    "You just want to go home?" he asked.
    "What do you think?"
    "I think you need to get fucked. Whether you want to or not, that's another thing?" he replied.
    "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she said, the coldness in her heart appearing in her voice.
    "Fine," Tad said. "I'll take you home."
    "Fine," she replied.
    He insisted on taking the elevator to her apartment, just to make sure she got