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dancer. Won’t Grams be so proud of me now I thought to myself, as I slid on my glasses and forced a smile on my face.
    “Good luck out there tonight ,Carmen. FYI, there is some big tippers sitting to the left of the stage,” Roxy said with a smile, as she pulled on her next outfit of choice.
    I just had to tolerate the sleaziness through two songs; that was it. Hopefully, no one asked for a private dance tonight, because I don’t know how my nerves would hold up being that close to a paying customer. It’s not like I am a prude, shit back in high school I would try anything once, if not twice. I wasn’t the town virgin, more like the town floosy, and it never bothered me then. So, why is it so hard for me to take my clothes off now, and do a little dance to some regulars and out of townies tonight? Smearing on one last coat of lip-gloss on my already caked, colored lips, I tried to shake the nerves out of my system as I headed to the back of the stage.
    “Well, here goes nothing.”
    I peeked my head out while the lights were still low. “Crap,” I mumbled to myself, staring at the packed house.
    “Gentleme n we have a special treat for you all tonight. Making her very first debut at The Bunny Bungalow is Daisy Mae!” the announcer yelled over the intercom system. I had to snort when I heard my name being called. Tradition was, if you were new to the business, then the older girls got to pick your name. Coming from a small town they automatically started to call me Daisy Mae the things I do for more money.
    The lights turned blue and started to shine the stage in the deep hue, and the intro of “Those Shoes” from The Eagles started to play through the speakers. Well, here goes nothing, I thought, as I stepped on to the stage. 
     
    I couldn’t stop shaking, as I gathered my clothes and bills from the stage. Holy shit, I finally did it, I thought as I walked off the stage. Scampering to the dressing room, I tossed my stuff on the counter and grabbed a satin baby doll slip off my clothing rack, slipping it over my head as I tried to calm my nerves down. I had finally taken that plunge; the one I swore to myself I wouldn’t do, when I got the job serving here. Glancing at the pile of cash on the counter and knowing the stage guys cleaned the rest of it up and had it waiting for me up front, seemed to make the situation okay for the time being. I hung up my costume on the rack, and set out to count the tips I managed to scoop up before exiting the stage.
    “Girl , that was something fierce,” Diamond exclaimed, while rushing over to give me a hug.
    “I almost fell flat on my ass in my fairy spin ,” I whined and went to fold the cash to stuff into my locker.
    “Yeah , but no one noticed. Shit, you do that a couple nights a week, and those boobs are as good as yours in no time.”
    I turn ed the dial to the lock, and stuffed the cash into the metal prison. Slamming the door shut, I let out a small sigh. If my calculations were right, and math was never my strong suite, it would take me only four months to pay for my chest in full. Totally do-able, if I just kept this act up it was bound to get easier stepping out on that stage, right?
    “What song are you do ing later tonight?” Diamond asked, as she slipped into another stage outfit.
    “Um….Shaking Hands.”
    “Like the Nickleback song?”
    “Yeah,” I chuckled, as I took a baby wipe and started cleaning the layer of sweat and glitter that was covering my skin.
    “Oh good lord , little girl, that song is hot! I’m sure you’re going to get top dollar from everyone tonight,” she said with a smile, while leaving the room.
    There was no way I would make much; I only had two slots, while the other girls had four or six songs. After counting my cash earlier, I knew I made a good haul for the first time I worked the pole in public, and I planned on raking in more with the second song and my leather get up. Maybe this was my calling; “Daisy Mae”: